Look, I know
you pulled an all-nighter, but I really need
to talk to you... it's important.
Yeah, I'm sure you do, and I would really
love to talk to you, but I got to go.
I've got a meeting with Peter Burns,
and I got to go to the copy place first.
Why are you meeting with Peter Burns?
Can you keep a secret? Yes.
But I hate secrets.
Well, this is a really good one.
Peter called me last night... You weren't home yet.
He wants to finance Amanda's new ad agency.
So I've been working all night on a prospectus.
I didn't know Amanda wanted another agency.
Actually, it was my idea.
It was fueled by...
my total disregard for Craig.
Well, if Amanda gets another agency,
what's gonna happen to Craig's company?
He won't have a company.
All the employees will defect to Amanda,
and then the clients will follow.
First he loses Sydney, now Sky High.
Billy, he won't have anything left.
Who cares? I don't, and you shouldn't.
You know? I mean, he's never been nice to you.
He hasn't been nice to me.
I know. It's just...
We'll talk tonight.
Sam. You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Really.
I couldn't sleep.
I just kept thinking about...
what I almost did.
Could I come in? Sure.
I just thought you should know
I didn't tell Billy about what happened last night.
Look, if you're worried that
he's gonna hammer me into the ground, Sam,
I... don't blame him.
No. It's-it's not that.
Not... not exactly.
It-it just occurred to me that the two of you work together
every day, and... I don't want to say anything that might
compromise your relationship, so...
I wish you wouldn't mention anything to him, either.
I won't say anything.
But Sam, I was wrong to blame you for Sydney's death.
And I was wrong to take my anger out on Billy,
and I intend to make it up to both of you.
You already have.
Come here.
Gosh...
am I interrupting a private conversation,
or can anyone get a hug?
I should be going.
Morning, Jennifer. Mm.
Sam seemed a little... nervous,
don't you think? What are you doing here?
Well, that's gratitude for you.
I just stopped by to make sure you got home okay last night.
You, uh... were pretty loaded at the club,
and... I was worried.
Well, as you can see, I'm fine.
Why are you being so rude to me?
I'm just trying to be your friend.
We're not friends.
Now, beat it.
I need to get dressed for work.
Look...
we may not be friends, Craig...
but we are lovers,
and nothing can change that...
not even Samantha Reilly.
So, the bottom number on this spread sheet,
that's the start-up capital Amanda's gonna need
to launch her own agency. Yeah.
Assuming a staff of 30, offices on the Westside,
and, uh, at least 50% of the clients she lost to Sky High
would... would come back.
I did a...
a little logo for you.
"Amanda Woodward Advertising ."
I like it.
I'm sure Amanda will, too.
You can keep it... All the documents there.
I made copies.
So...
Peter, does Amanda know about any of this?
Last I heard, you guys weren't exactly on speaking terms.
To be honest with you, Bill, she doesn't.
And I really don't want you saying anything to her just yet.
'Kay. You are planning on telling her?
I didn't pull an all-nighter for nothing?
The only thing stopping Amanda is money.
But I'm sure she'll go for this.
You just leave Amanda to me, okay?
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♪ I've never been religious, but I'm ready to pray ♪
♪ I need to confess ♪
♪ But there's no one to tell ♪
♪ I keep trying to reach heaven ♪
♪ But I'm stuck in this hell ♪
♪ Said I'm stuck in this hell ♪
♪ I stare out my window ♪
♪ And all I can see ♪
♪ Is that same dark cloud that keeps following me ♪
♪ I wanted to run ♪
♪ But I slipped and I fell ♪
♪ I keep trying to reach heaven ♪
I give up.
♪ But I'm stuck in this hell. ♪
Morning, Michael. You ready?
'Cause we're going to hit traffic.
Where have you been? I have rounds.
I have a Chief of Staff meeting.
I have a very important appointment with a patient.
Hey, it's not like I'm on the clock or anything.
This is charity. Charity?
Yes. You...
Helping the morally challenged out of the goodness of my heart.
So you can take your foul mood out Oh...
on someone else, or I'm calling Mom.
All right, I'm sorry I yelled, okay?
I'm just not used to being dependent.
No, you're not used to being single,
and you miss Megan, and you're just too damn proud
to get down on your knees and beg her to come back.
Listen, I got to call the hospital.
Would it be too much to ask you
to call for me, dial? Your wish is my command.
Thank you.
Thanks. Mm-hmm.
Hi. This is Dr. Mancini.
Put me through to my office, please.
Michael, is that you? I...
Yeah, I was, uh, calling the hospital.
I guess Jennifer misdialed.
Sometimes I get those numbers confused.
So, um, how are you?
How you getting along with your hands?
Well, you know, the bandages will probably
be off by the end of the week.
Good.
Um... Do it!
Michael, are you still there? Uh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Um, listen.
Um... uh...
Would you like to have dinner?
Look, Michael, I-I don't think
it's such a good idea. Well, you know, it's...
it's just that it's the only way I'll get to eat.
You know, with my hands bandaged, I can't cook,
and... you know how I hate eating alone
in restaurants. Michael, you lied to me.
You used me. I'm begging you.
I'm down on my hands and knees.
Well... my knees, at least.
Have dinner with me, please.
All right, but it's just dinner.
That does not mean that the slate is wiped clean.
All right? Uh, just a little bit erased?
Anyway, I'll, um...
I'll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow night,
and I'll be counting the minutes.
Hey, Billy.
Hey. I know.
Half hour late. Sorry. Won't happen again.
Forget it.
What I wanted to talk to you about is, um...
I guess I owe you an apology.
I've been a real jerk.
Yeah, I know. Look, I know that it's
going to take some time to win back your trust,
but I can pretty much guarantee you
that, uh, down the road, you and I will be partners.
Well, for now, we'll just take it one day at a time.
Sure.
One day at a time.
So, on the first day of your cycle,
we'll order a, um, ovulation predictor kit,
and then, when that test comes out positive,
that means you'll, uh, ovulate within 12 to 36 hours,
giving you approximately a 96-hour fertility window.
Then we can order the sperm, and you can get inseminated.
Yuck!
What?
I mean, I am determined to get pregnant
and get Kyle back, Michael, but...
but just the idea of thousands of vials
of frozen sperm incubating behind these doors...
Well, it just kind of takes the fun out of sex.
Well, it's not about sex, Taylor.
It's about achieving pregnancy with a selected donor.
Oh. Well, I've been thinking about that part, too.
This donor guy, he should either be
from Stanford, Harvard or Yale.
I want a professional... Doctor, lawyer.
Or he could be an artist, too.
Excuse me, Taylor, but the, uh... the idea here
is to achieve pregnancy with a, um...
with a donor with characteristics similar to Kyle's.
So, um, that means you should be looking for an ex-Marine,
jarhead, uh,
grill cook with a high school education
and a jones for jazz.
Well, a girl can dream, can't she?
All right, we want to blow out this wall?
Well, you're going to pick up 13 more feet,
which will give you a really nice-sized office.
Ho-hold it. Wait a second.
Nobody's blowing out any wall here.
That's my wall. And who the hell are you?
Well, didn't Michael tell you? Thank you.
This is Dr. Brett Cooper, your new partner.
My what?
Peter Burns, right?
My friends call me Coop.
Well, we're not friends.
And until I say otherwise,
this is still a two-man practice.
I can't believe Michael would go behind my back like this.
Neither can I. I am so sorry, Peter.
Uh, look, Dr. Burns, I'm... I'm sorry about all this,
but, uh... Michael had me sign a partnership agreement.
Well, Michael is a lying sack of garbage,
and no agreement with his name on the bottom of it
is going to stand up in court.
Where is Mancini, anyway?!
I-I better see who that is.
I know who it is. I'll get it.
Oh, man. Thanks, partner.
I'm still having trouble with that door.
You don't know what trouble is, Michael.
Did you think I wouldn't notice another doctor
hanging around the office?
I swear I was gonna tell you about Coop.
Right now, as a matter of fact.
So, uh, have you guys introduced yourselves?
I don't know what you're up to, Mancini.
But whatever it is, you're not gonna get away with it.
Um, Dr. Cooper, can I see you in my office, please?
Okay, before you say anything,
I want to apologize for that scene Peter caused.
Michael, you told me you had this whole partnership thing
figured out... what...? I do, I do, I do.
Don't worry about Peter.
Because you and I are going to push him out
and have our own practice.
Two against one.
That's my plan.
Ooh, I'm beat.
Oh, that's too bad. I was just getting my second wind.
Uh...
That second wind thing is contagious.
But I got to go check on Taylor.
She was out sick today.
Oh, that's right.
Morning, afternoon, evening sickness,
and all the other times in between.
Will you give her a break?
Not on your life.
Kyle! What a surprise.
Mario said that you were under the weather,
so I thought I'd drop by, see how you are.
Oh, well, thanks. Come on in.
Sorry about the mess.
It's just that I've pretty much been flat on my back
for most of the day.
You call your doctor?
Yeah, but he said that I'm just gonna have to get used to it,
you know, for the first three months at least.
What else did he say?
Nothing.
He must have told you when you're due.
Yeah, February.
Mid-February, give or take a week.
I'm so tired.
Yeah. Uh, I guess I should get going.
Look, if you need anything...
I'll call.
And thanks for coming by.
It's nice to know that somebody cares.
I meant what I said.
I'm not going to let you go through this thing alone.
Wow. That means so much to me, Kyle.
Yeah, well... uh, good night.
And I will talk to you tomorrow.
Okay, we'll be here.
What do you want?
Guess you're not a morning person.
So I'll make this quick.
Here's my rent for the month.
And Megan is staying with me.
It's only temporary, until she patches things up with Michael,
but I thought you should know.
Oh, well, thanks for being such a conscientious tenant.
Now if you'd just work on that attitude of yours.
Good morning.
I told Taylor that I would open up the restaurant for her,
so I'll see you later. Hey.
See you later, too!
The man has never looked better.
Taylor is pregnant, and Kyle is glowing.
No, no, he's just happy and satisfied
for the first time in his life.
You know, Amanda, I gotta hand it to you.
You're a better person than I am.
I mean, letting Taylor live here in your building.
Especially now that she's with child...
Kyle's child.
I don't know, is that better or worse
than having it be your ex-husband's?
Anyway, more power to you.
Have a nice day.
So, you will call me when
the funds have been transferred to my account, right?
You'll be hearing from me by the end of the day, Peter.
Very good, thanks.
I hope
you're not trying to pull something on Michael,
because I know that that was your accountant.
Megan, I genuinely like you, but you are Michael's wife,
therefore the last person
I intend to share my confidences with.
Peter, I am begging you
to reconsider whatever it is you're considering.
I know Michael overstepped his bounds
bringing Dr. Cooper into the practice without...
You sound like a she-bear protecting her cub.
Well, looking out for Michael's become a habit.
Well, maybe it's a habit you should think about breaking.
And for the record, meeting with my accountant had nothing to do
with Burns/Mancini.
Correction. Burns/Mancini/Cooper.
Really?
Yeah, I'm thinking of liquidating some of my assets
and investing in Amanda's new ad agency.
Oh, I get it.
Now that you and Taylor are past-tense,
you want Amanda back.
Ah, that is such a guy thing.
A guy thing?
Peter, if you have feelings for Amanda, just tell her.
Don't try to buy her love.
Money only buys you a warm body and a cold heart.
Well, you should know, huh?
Look, if you don't want my advice, fine.
Just don't insult me.
Megan, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I was out of line.
I've got surgery;
One of Michael's patients.
I'll see you later.
This is great.
This is just great.
Boy, that guy really doesn't like me.
Oh, I wouldn't take anything he says too personally.
Your wife called. Three times.
No, actually, that's my shrew of an ex-wife,
and I really don't want to talk to her.
So if you could just keep taking messages, I'd appreciate it.
Not a problem, Doctor.
Great. Hey, did, uh, my files arrive from Cleveland?
Uh, no, not yet, but I ordered you some new filing cabinets,
and as soon as your files get here,
I'll make sure they get
put away. No.
What I mean is, um, I just want to go through them first.
Make sure everything's there.
All right? Mm-hmm.
Thanks.
Melanie, I, uh, was looking for Billy.
He has a file I need for a meeting.
You just missed him.
He was headed over to Mid-Line Airlines.
Maybe I can reach him in his car.
Don't bother. I'll check his desk.
MELANIE Okay.
"Amanda Woodward Advertising ."
I stopped by your apartment.
Where's Billy?
Wow, you startled me.
Um, he's at the market.
You want me to have him call you when he gets back?
No, actually, I wanted to, uh... talk to you alone.
Find out what's going on with your, uh, boyfriend.
I don't know what you mean.
Well, I know that he's working behind my back for Amanda,
planning a takeover of Sky High.
Well, if he's done anything like that,
he hasn't told me about it.
You know, I don't believe this.
After all we've been through, after all the pain and grief
that we've shared for Sydney's death,
how can you stand here and lie to my face?!
I am not lying! It's just that...
Tell me, Sam!
You owe it to me.
Sam, please.
All right, all right.
But you have to understand that whatever Billy did,
it's because he's concerned about his job,
about the future of your company.
Sure, fine, but what are he and Amanda up to?
It's not just Amanda, it's...
it's Peter Burns.
He has agreed to finance an ad agency for Amanda.
And Billy is working on some kind of prospectus with him.
That's all I know.
I figured Amanda was gonna pull something like this.
I won't let her get away with it. Wait.
Craig, please promise me you won't tell Billy
I told you about this.
Don't worry, Sam.
I won't name names.
But I'm never gonna let anybody, especially Amanda Woodward,
steal Sydney's and my company.
Stop it, Michael.
Stop what?
Look, electricity has never been our problem.
Honesty and trust has.
You're right, but I am a changed man, Megan.
I mean, all I have to do is look down at
these bandages to realize the error of my old ways.
Come on. What about this whole thing with Dr. Cooper?
You're making him a partner in Burns/Mancini
without even telling Peter?
I admit that was a mistake,
and I already told Peter I was sorry.
What?
You know, I don't know what... means.
Look, it's just not enough anymore to say the words
"I made a mistake, I'm sorry ."
I've been thinking a lot about this, and there is a way
that you can get back into my good graces,
but you-you're not gonna want to do it.
Yes, I will.
Okay.
I want us to go to a couples therapist.
Sure...
Couples therapy, I... no, I-I like it.
And I'm even willing to give it a shot
if that's what you really want,
but... you don't really want that, do you?
I already called and made us an appointment.
Oh.
Sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I need a doctor!
What? Is someone injured in the kitchen?
No, it's my pregnancy.
I think there may be a complication.
Oh, in that case, you call my office
and you make an appointment.
I don't want my dinner getting cold.
Michael, she's worried about her baby,
and all-all you care about's finishing your dinner?
Yeah!
No, um...
Megan's right. Um...
If you say there's an emergency, and that's the case...
It's an emergency. And I'm sorry, Megan.
I need to speak with Michael in private.
Thanks.
I'll be right back.
Taylor!
It's positive. I'm ovulating.
Congratulations.
You know what that means, Michael?
That my most fertile time this month
is the next 12 to 36 hours.
So I need the frozen sperm now!
- Would you lower your voice, please? - Oh, sorry.
But you got to do something. Okay.
I'll call the sperm bank
and make you an appointment tomorrow.
Great, but what about my tests and-and the physical?
I don't know.
I'll fudge them, but I promise,
you'll have your sperm by tomorrow.
Now, I'm, uh, trying to avoid going
to couples therapy with my wife,
so if you're done ranting, can I get back to her?
Oh. Thanks. Yeah.
Okay. Thanks.
Even when I tell Megan
the truth...
What I mean is, 99.9% of the time
I am telling the truth... She doesn't believe me.
Just because of that tiny point one percent,
I, uh, fib a little.
Oh, I wouldn't call what you did to Peter fibbing.
Okay, point well taken, but
that was just one isolated incident.
Oh, and what about this whole partnership thing? Dr. Cooper?
Okay, so maybe there was two isolated incidents.
The point is, I don't set out to lie to Megan.
And Michael, you think
that's an important distinction, because...?
Megan and my third wife.
Uh, maybe you knew her. Dr. Kimberly Shaw?
No.
Whatever.
Anyway...
what I did is not even in the same league as
what the two of them did to me.
I can't believe you're even bringing that up.
Why? You can't deny it, can you?
That you intentionally set out to deceive me?
I can't, okay?
But you and I weren't even married then,
and if you recall, I came clean,
I admitted my mistake, and I have shared
everything with you since then.
Can you say the same?
Yes! I want to share everything with you.
I do. I love you.
Michael, those are just words.
Oh. I need more than that.
I-I need actions.
It's obvious from listening to you two that
trust has become a major obstacle in your relationship.
So I have a suggestion.
Actually, it's more of an exercise.
For the next 48 hours,
you and Megan will agree to tell each other the truth.
No lying, no fibbing.
Total honesty.
Agreed?
What? You don't think I can do it?
Michael, 48 hours is a long time for a guy like you.
Piece of cake, and I'm gonna prove it to you.
Agreed.
Starting now.
So, what's with the sudden interest
in male bonding?
I felt like getting out some aggression.
I wanted to talk to you in private.
All right, talk or serve. It's up to you.
Nice serve, big guy. Six-four.
You know, I've been thinking a lot about Amanda.
Amanda?
Yeah, I mean, she's not gonna stay out
of the ad business for too long, so, uh,
you and I got to come up with a plan to protect Sky High.
You know, from a raid, for instance.
Amanda seems pretty happy just hanging out,
running the jazz club with Kyle.
So, what you're saying is that there's no problem?
I mean, I want to be clear about this.
There's no problem?
There's no problem.
Let's just get back to the game.
Actually, I've had my fill of games.
I'm going back to the office.
When you get there, Campbell, you clean out your desk.
You're fired. Excuse me?
I'm not the fool everybody thinks I am.
I know what you're up to.
Helping Amanda launch her new agency?
Take over my company?
You got me, Craig, I admit it.
All right, I was trying to stab you in the back.
I'm not even remotely sorry,
because you don't have what it takes to run an agency.
So thanks for saving me the trouble of quitting.
I think these are your balls.
You know, um, maybe this was a mistake.
Well, Amanda, even though our marriage didn't work out,
I mean, there's no reason why we...
you know, we can't still be friends.
Friends? Like-Like, um, calling each other?
Inviting each other over for dinner?
Sending birthday cards?
Yeah, yeah.
Well, something like that.
What I'm trying to say is that I...
I... I miss talking to you,
and I miss having you in my life,
and I miss knowing what's going on in yours.
So anyway, what about this-this, uh, new ad agency?
You thinking about going ahead with this?
Yeah. Yeah, well, what it comes down to is cash.
I mean, the bank is willing to lend me 50%,
but with my savings tied up in the jazz club,
I don't know if I can swing it.
I mean, I-I could sell the apartment building.
You don't have to sell anything.
I'm... I'm gonna give you the money.
You don't have to worry about paying me back, either.
What?
I hope you don't mind, but I-I took the liberty
of calling Billy, and he ran the numbers for me,
and it sounds like $150, 000 is
the ballpark figure for a... a major new agency.
Why would you do this?
Because I have the money, and you need it.
And there are no strings?
No. I just want you to be happy.
Hmm. So I'm supposed to believe that you are my happiness guru?
No.
I know you. I know you!
I mean, you never do anything
unless you get something out of it.
Okay.
Maybe I do want something.
Right.
I want you to quit looking at me as the enemy.
I-I want to try to get back what we had.
I mean, is that so terrible?
Yes, because the bottom line is,
you're offering me money to get me in bed with you.
No! That-That's not what I'm saying at all here.
And that's not all that we had together, either, you know.
I love you.
I've never stopped loving you, and I... I
want you to give us a second chance.
As far as I'm concerned,
we had a second chance, and a third and a fourth.
We are not getting back together, ever.
So you can keep your money,
because whatever I need... it's a lot more than you're offering.
I'll find it someplace else.
Just a minute.
Yeah, coming.
Taylor, no, no! Michael, I'm desperate!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Now is not a good time. Now is not a good time.
I-I have a date with Megan.
We're in couples therapy.
We're getting back together, so...
Oh, well, congratulations for you, Michael,
but my life is going to hell.
Oh...
Michael, some dumb pipe burst at the clinic,
and now it's closed for a week.
And I'm only fertile for another...
72 hours.
Oh, and I tried a couple of other sperm banks,
but there's just so much red tape.
This is a disaster.
You got to help me.
Look, I honestly don't know what I could do for you.
Maybe I could overnight some sperm to your apartment.
Weren't you listening to me?
There is no sperm bank; It's closed for a week.
It's out of business.
There are no sperm to be had.
Okay, okay, then my only suggestion would be, uh,
wait until next month to get inseminated.
No, I can't wait.
Then Kyle will know it's not his baby.
No, I've got to get pregnant tonight.
Okay, then I guess you're just gonna have to risk
picking up a guy at a bar and seducing him.
And hopefully, you won't bring any diseases along with you.
Wait a minute.
I got a better idea.
Have sex with me, Michael.
Uh, no, no, no.
Maybe you didn't understand me.
I'm reconciling with Megan.
Oh, how long has it been since you two have been intimate?
No, no, no. Oh, I bet
you're pretty frustrated, aren't you?
No, no, no, no! Look, I have to be there in 20 minutes.
Not to mention the fact that, as a therapy exercise,
we've agreed to be perfectly honest with
each other for 48 hours.
Michael, listen, I don't want a relationship.
I don't want a commitment.
I need your sperm.
Well, you can't have them.
Shut up and give it your best shot.
No, Tay...
No... Oh!
Hello.
Eric, it's Amanda.
Amanda?
Well, now, this is a surprise.
Well, I didn't wake you, did I?
Ah, you know my schedule.
Up at 5:00, out for a run by 5:15.
Listen, I hope you're calling
to tell me you've changed your mind.
That you're moving to New York, after all.
No, sorry, I haven't changed my mind about New York,
just about the business.
Um, do you remember telling me that.
"If you ever need anything" just to call?
You know I do.
What do you need?
I need your help.
Now, you've always been there for me,
but this is asking for a lot.
I'm opening my own agency, and I can't do it without you.
If you give me the money, I will make it worth your while.
Please, just... tell me I can count on you.
Always.
I'll get into it with my financial people,
and, uh... I'll give you a call later on.
You-You don't know what this means to me, Eric.
Thank you.
Who the hell is that?
Thought you were asleep.
And I thought that I knew all the men in your life.
Um, Eric is just an old friend.
He gave me my start in advertising.
D-Do you call all your old friends at 2:00 a.m.?
It's three hours later in New York.
It's the best time to reach him.
And you know this because...?
What?
Kyle, there's no reason to be jealous.
Really?
I mean, Eric has something I need: Money.
So I can open my new advertising agency.
If you need money, hell,
I-I will sell the Boston restaurant.
Well, is it worth a half million dollars?
What happened to starting small?
It's just not me.
I want Amanda Woodward Advertising to be bigger
and better than anything in this town.
Which leaves me two choices:
Borrow the money from Eric or Peter.
Or would you prefer that I have Peter as an investor?
Peter? Wh-What the hell does Peter
have to do with any of this?
He offered me $150,000.
And you're just now getting around to telling me all this?
Well, I was gonna tell you about it last night when we got home,
but we didn't talk very much, did we?
Look, I don't want to fight with you about this,
especially since it's just business, okay?
Okay.
As long as it is just business.
You've got a lot of nerve, showing up 12 hours late
for a date with Megan.
Want to tell me where you've been?
Look, I don't owe you any explanation.
Where is she?
This should be interesting,
considering we promised each other 48 hours of honesty.
Hey, I love your robe.
Is it new?
It's a kimono.
You've seen it a hundred times.
This is gonna get ugly,
so I'm just gonna go for a really long jog.
So where were you last night?
Well, honey, I wanted to be with you.
But...?
But, um, well, there was a medical... emergency.
I had to... squeeze in a patient
with, um, uh... a-a gland problem.
And-and it took all night.
I mean, it was a, it was a...
a touch-and-go situation.
And... I never heard moaning like that.
I couldn't get to a phone.
And then, oh, then, then I,
then I made the mistake of lying down,
and... I fell asleep.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
Could you ever forgive me?
I-I want to, but that's, uh,
that's some story.
I know, but Megan, I swear every word of it is true.
Michael, I want to believe you,
I really do, but you know, you make it difficult.
You can't even say "good morning" without lying.
It's a compulsion.
I've never, never, ever lied to you about my feelings for you.
You are the only woman for me.
The only one who's ever made me happy.
All right... Michael...
I do believe you.
You know, I guess what they say is true:
Honesty's the best policy.
What? What? What's wrong now?
I... I'm just not ready to jump back in bed yet.
Honest.
♪ ♪
Oh, hey, sorry I'm late.
I guess you can see your patient files arrived, and...
Yeah, thanks. I just thought I'd put them in here.
I didn't want anyone to get their hands on them. Here.
Let me help you take... No, no, that's really not necessary.
No, I-I-I... Really! It's...
It's okay, Doctor.
Look, it's my job to push the paper around here.
"Kimberly Shaw"?
You knew Kimberly?
Yeah, I-I treated her back in Ohio, after a car accident.
Did you know that she was married to Michael?
She was on the staff here at Wilshire-Memorial? Uh...
No. I mean, I-I knew that she had moved back to California
and that she'd married her fiancé, who was also a doctor.
But I mean, I had no idea that that doctor was Michael,
till the other day when I heard him talking
to a colleague about his dead wife.
I mean, what a bizarre coincidence, right?
Yeah, it's like one of those
six-degrees-of-separation things.
But, um, why didn't you say anything?
Why are you trying to hide her file?
Megan, I'm not trying to hide anything.
Well, Michael has a right to know.
I really think you should tell him.
And I will.
I just want to pick the time.
It's a lot to lay on the guy.
So I'd-I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything.
You know I hate to keep things from Michael,
but, uh, Kimberly was a good friend of mine,
and I think that she would be pleased to know
that fate brought the two of you together.
So, yeah, I'll, uh, keep your secret for now.
But if I were you, I'd find a way to tell Michael.
I'll take care of this customer.
Oh, thank you.
Business looks good.
Sink your drink and get out. You're not welcome here.
Well, it must be your charm that draws all the customers in.
Relax. I'm not looking for any trouble.
No, you're just looking for Amanda.
For the record, there's nothing going on between me and my ex.
Offering Amanda $150,000 to start
her own advertising agency doesn't qualify as nothing.
Well, it does if it was offered, then refused.
This one's on the house.
Get out.
How did I get to be the bad guy here, hmm?
You're the one who goes home with Amanda every night.
I got to hand it to you, boss.
You sure like your relationships complicated.
Look, I'll call you back.
I'll call you back when I call you back!
Forget it.
I'm not showing you anything, especially not my books.
Fine. You know what?
Take it up with my lawyers; That's what I pay 'em for.
Just quit calling me!
Ex-wife.
I have one of those.
Mind if I join you?
Please.
- Scotch, neat. - All right.
Another bourbon and water. Coming right up.
So, your, uh, wife try and take you for everything,
like my shrew of an ex-wife did? No, no, no.
Amanda, she just wanted to be rid of me.
You don't still have feelings for her, do you?
Ask me next week.
Oh, man, you got it bad.
I know what that's like.
I've only felt that way about one woman.
Now she's dead.
No, I have one of those, too.
A much-adored dead wife.
Ah, she wasn't my wife, but I wanted her to be.
Tell you what, a toast.
To the women we've loved and lost.
Hear, hear.
When Michael said he was bringing another partner
into the practice, I sort of had this knee-jerk reaction.
Yeah, you didn't like me.
Right.
But now I'm starting to think
that having another partner may not be so bad.
Two against one is never bad, right?
I think I've heard that somewhere before.
Yeah. Two against one.
- Dr. Paula Hornbuckle, 3381. - Dr. Paula...
Taylor, what are you doing here?
I called the hospital, and they said you were working late.
Right.
You know, between your sexual demands and my job,
I'm exhausted.
Do you have any idea what it's like being Chief of Staff?
Come on.
Well, Peter went to cocktail parties and he gave speeches.
Really? Mm-hmm.
I write memos that nobody reads
and take meetings with moronic doctors.
Tell you the truth, this Chief of Staff thing is,
is not living up to my expectations.
And after I almost wrecked my career and marriage for it.
Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that.
And I don't want to add to your burden, so I'll
just get right to the point. Yeah, yeah, I wish you would.
I finally read those brochures from the sperm bank.
And if you and I have sex again, it increases my odds
of getting pregnant by 32%.
I'm begging you.
Leave me alone, before I lose Megan for good.
What Megan doesn't know won't hurt her...
No, no, no, no, it's out of the question, Taylor.
Michael... "No" means no.
I love Megan, and I'm dedicating my energies
to, uh, rebuilding our relationship
and-and... and winning back her trust.
No, Taylor, stop it!
Look, look, I positively, absolutely am not gonna be
unfaithful to-to Megan.
Unconditionally...
Since when? Last night?
No.
No... No!
Taylor!
No!
No! No!