08x27 - Breakup

[bunniefuu]

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There are cabs for this sort of thing.

You sound resentful.

I am not resentful, but I don't feel responsible for Anne.

[chuckles]

I'm not responsible.

-Then you feel sorry for her. -Yeah, right, okay, fine, yeah.

I feel sorry for Anne, okay? You happy?

You think she'd go through all that just

so I'd be sorry for her?

Yes.

Well, maybe she did, but maybe she didn't.

And if she does this stunt again,

then I'll feel responsible for her.

Hey!

In the back, guys.

Gee, I'm sorry I took so long. I couldn't find an elevator

big enough to carry all this stuff.

Good thing you brought the van.

Actually, it's a wagon.

-Well, what would I know? -Let's go.

[Anne] Let's go.

Mack, you look tired.

I'll drive.

Well...

Oh, I'll get this, and put it in the back.

Oh, it-- it might tip over.

[Anne sighs]

I wouldn't want to get dirt in your wagon.

[dramatic music plays]

[car engine revs]

[tires screech]

[soft knocking on door]

-Hi, honey. -Hi.

You busy?

Just reading.

Senator Hollister and I had a long talk about you today.

-About me? -Mm-hmm.

He's worried that you're spending

too much time on this anti-drug program.

I don't mind.

Well, I know, but he, uh...

he doesn't want you to fall behind in your schoolwork,

and, of course, neither do I.

Honey, it's nothing personal.

You've done a terrific job.

It is personal.

Peter wouldn't want anyone else working with him.

He likes me.

[sighs] Well, of course he does.

I mean, he likes me a lot.

[Abby] Honey...

Maybe you've misunderstood.

Just because Peter has said some things that--

He's done more than that.

He gave me this.

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"To O.C. from P.H. with love."

Well, that's very sweet.

I'm sure he wanted to thank you for all your help.

But Peter is much older than you are, Olivia,

and the women that he's...

interested in romantically, are...

are more mature.

Then why did he kiss me?

When did that happen?

Today.

And it wasn't just a peck on the cheek.

So don't tell me that I misunderstood.

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I have to do something. Tomorrow's the funeral.

What are you so worried about?

My mother gave Olivia that letter

to give to Gary Ewing in case something unusual happened.

Well, don't you think that to Olivia,

drowning in a bathtub might constitute

something unusual?

If I were her...

I'd give it to Gary.

Or...

I'd give it to a really good girlfriend.

-Like me. -Don't you ever...

say anything to Olivia about any of this.

She doesn't even know Sylvia's dead yet.

Oh, my, my. Aren't we touchy?

What's in that letter?

Family business.

Well, you can trust me.

I mean...

I'm practically family now.

-[knocking on door] -Mm!

It's probably Olivia.

Huh. I can come back.

No, no, no. Come on in.

Paige was just leaving.

-Thank you for coming. -Oh, my pleasure.

Uh, look, I know you and I aren't friends,

but, um...

I am sorry about your mother.

Thank you.

But you told me that already.

[sighs] Right.

I want you to invite Jill to the funeral.

-Jill? -Yeah, Jill, your sister.

Sylvia was her mother, too, and I don't want her to go

through life feeling guilty,

because she missed her mother's funeral.

So call her.

Oh, uh...

Don't worry about you and Jill. I'm not gonna tell anybody.

As far as I'm concerned, your secret can stay

buried with your mother.

[laughs]

I heard of people doing this before.

It's very neighborly.

Oh, well, I didn't think you were up for shopping yet.

-How do you feel? -Fine.

You know, there are just a few easier

ways to get someone to go and get you some

magazines, and juice, and broccoli, and things.

Anne,

I don't want you to ever, ever do anything like this again.

It's just not worth it.

You don't think I was trying to k*ll myself, do you?

You started a note.

I admit I was upset about some things that you said,

enough to take a few tranquilizers, but...

More than a few.

I had one drink too many. I lost count.

And it wasn't a suicide note.

That was a farewell letter.

You had asked me to leave.

It was an accident, Mack.

Really, it was.

[sighs]

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

And I don't want you to feel guilty.

I'll put this stuff away for you.

[Anne sobs]

Anne. Anne.

[sobbing]

[whimpers]

-I did want to die. -No, no, no, no, no.

I do.

I hate myself for making you feel guilty.

[sighs]

Hello.

Oh, hi.

Can I help?

Actually...

Yes, you can.

It seems to be tangled. Could you hold that?

Mm-hmm. So, where's Mack?

With your mother.

Oh.

Oh, what?

Oh, she's convincing him

that it was a real suicide attempt.

And you're convinced that it wasn't.

[Paige] Aren't you?

[laughs] Poor Mack. He's in for a big one.

[laughs] Poor Mack can take care of himself.

[Paige] Well, sure.

If he wants to.

If he wants to what?

If he wants a snack.

You're going to have to make it yourself, if you do.

Well, I'm not hungry.

Do you plan on seeing your mother?

I mean, you ought to see your mother.

She's pretty sick.

And she did admit that it was an attempt at suicide.

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[Jill] Thank you.

How could you tell him about us?

I love Gary.

And I want him to know the truth.

You told him you were a Galveston.

No, I told him that you were my brother.

And since he believes that you're telling

the truth about who you are,

he presumes that I'm a Galveston, too.

But you didn't correct him.

You're a public official with a false identity!

[sighs]

If Gary knew the truth, the whole truth,

he would feel a moral obligation to reveal that you are a fraud.

A moral obligation?

I wonder who would be in line for my office if I get ousted.

Maybe my former campaign opponent?

[knocking]

-Come in. -You have a visitor.

Well, glad to see you two are finally speaking.

Michael said you were.

Dating Peter Hollister?

[laughs]

Michael has a very active imagination.

So, you're not.

Well, we've been to a few of the same social events,

but I'd hardly call that dating.

Oh, Michael.

Some guys never get anything straight.

[laughs]

Did you know that Peter's mother died?

What?

Well, she slipped and fell in the bathtub.

Can you believe that?

Where did you hear that?

Do you think it was an accident?

It's hard to drown in a tub on purpose.

Maybe it was meant to look like an accident.

Maybe somebody did something to her.

Michael's not the only one with an active imagination.

I was thinking about the letter that Sylvia gave me.

If something suspicious were to happen,

I should give it to Gary.

But if Peter found out, it might hurt his feelings.

-Hmm. -[sighs]

What should I do?

Well, that's easy.

Let's read it.

I couldn't do that. Sylvia trusted me.

[Abby] You're intentionally leading her on.

I can't help it if Olivia

misinterprets simple kindness.

You so much as look at my daughter again,

I'll be on Greg Sumner's doorstep so fast,

it'll make your head spin,

and I will tell him the truth about you.

I'm not interested in your daughter!

[phone rings]

Peter Hollister.

Peter, I'm sorry about your mother.

I just heard, and I had to call.

It was an accident, right?

Yes.

Yes, it was.

But, you know, that's life, and these things will happen.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

Is it okay if I come to the funeral?

Oh, please do.

[Olivia] Okay, I'll see you there.

[sighs]

Thank you for calling, sir. Goodbye.

One wrong move. Just one.

[door slams forcefully]

It's almost noon.

Ben?

Don't you think you ought to go upstairs and get dressed?

I'm not going anywhere.

-Ben. -Mm-hmm?

I'm worried about you.

Come on.

You're not sleeping.

You're not working.

You look like you're losing weight, to me.

You can't go on like this.

I know this whole thing has been awful for all of us,

but somehow we're gonna have to get our lives back in order.

I'll get dressed in a minute.

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[Valene sighs heavily]

Let me finish these.

Bobby and Betsy prefer it my way, anyway.

See, you put the peanut butter on both slices,

and then the jelly in the middle,

and that way, it doesn't leak through.

-Mm-hmm. -Go on. Let me talk to him.

-I won't bite. -I know.

-Ben? -Mm-hmm?

I know what a difficult time you're having.

Thank you.

But the twins don't.

I'm sure you think of how they're seeing you lately.

What would you have me do?

Get dressed up in a three-piece suit

every morning, and pretend

I'm going off to advance my career?

Why pretend? Go back to work.

[scoffs]

-Who would hire me? -Oh, come on.

There's always Abby Ewing.

Abby Ewing? Oh.

Believe me, there's no love lost

between Abby Ewing, and myself.

Well, maybe so, but...

you always loved your work.

Your children need to see you caring

about something again, Ben.

And for their sake, yours, too.

Go talk to Abby.

[melancholy music plays]

[sighs] Can't you remember to knock?

[knocking lightly]

Very funny, Brian.

What's with your outfit? Where are you going?

To a funeral?

[Olivia] As a matter of fact, I am.

I know we've had our differences in the past, Abby.

A lot of 'em.

And I know that when I quit...

When I left your employ...

that there were some bad feelings between us.

And for that, I apologize.

Hi, Abby, how's it goin'?

Yeah?

Yeah, how are things at the news station?

Oh yean, well, no, I-- I still keep up.

You know, yeah.

I've, uh, always been interested in, uh...

quality news programming,

and, uh...

I thought I'd like to get back into news reporting again.

And you'd like your old job back as station manager at PWC?

Yeah, well, that-- if the-- if the job is, uh...

That's, um... no.

No.

I must be crazy.

Well, you are, if you think I'd give you the job back.

Well, it wouldn't do you any good if you did,

because I would never work for you,

or anyone even remotely like you ever again.

Oh, Ben.

[sighs heavily]

I was hoping you would ask for your job back,

and give me the opportunity to, uh,

turn you down cold.

Now I guess I'll have to settle for having you thrown out.

Don't bother. I'm goin'.

But you can be guaranteed I won't be back, ever again.

Oh, and I was afraid this meeting

was gonna end unpleasantly.

-[buzzer] -Oh, Ben.

Uh, don't forget to remember me to Valene.

[sighs]

[office din]

[sighs] Yes?

[secretary] Brian on 5-3.

Oh, sure. Put him on.

Hi, honey.

Hi. Uh, do you know

where my tennis racket is?

No, I don't.

Uh, maybe it's still packed. Ask Maria.

-It's her day off. -Oh, well, ask Olivia.

Olivia's not here, either.

Where is she?

[Brian] She got all dressed up

and went to Mrs. Lean's funeral.

What time are you coming home?

[tense music plays]

Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

This is a little embarrassing.

I thought the old girl was more popular than this.

Don't speak ill of the dead.

Hello.

-Thank you very much. -I'm so sorry about your mother.

Sylvia and I worked together for years.

But I never knew she had a son.

I was away at military school most of the time.

-Oh. -Thank you.

-[Olivia] Hi. -Hi.

It means a lot to me that you're here.

How are you?

I'm alright.

It was a terrible accident.

But that sort of thing happens

to older people a lot, I've heard.

It's not unusual.

I'm really sorry. I liked your mother a lot.

Thanks.

Ma thought highly of you, too.

In fact, I heard from her just before she died.

She said that she had given you a letter,

and that you didn't need to keep it anymore,

and that I should have it.

In fact, she made me promise to tell you

to give it to me, and not to, um...

Uh, Gary.

May we gather together in the name of the Lord.

What are they doing here?

As we mourn the passing of the dearly departed

Sylvia Josephine Lean, beloved mother,

let us not forget.

I am the resurrection and the life.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead...

Oh, really, there's the eagle, can you see the eagle?

-[Val] Hi. -Hi.

How'd it go?

[ominous music plays]

How'd it go?

How did what go?

Uh, well, Mama told me that you went to talk to Abby.

So, did you talk to her?

Ben?

Mama, take the kids and go into the dining room, right now.

Ben?

Ben!

Ben?

Ben!

[panicked breathing]

Ben!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

-I'm so sorry about your mother. -Oh, thank you very much.

She was very proud of you.

Yes.

[Gary] Honey, I didn't expect to see you here, but,

um, I guess you were friends with Sylvia, huh?

Yeah, I got to know her when she stayed at the ranch.

Hmm.

Well, you must have known her, too.

She talked about you. And...

I want to thank you both for coming, Gary, Jill.

Olivia, can I talk to you for a minute?

Hmm?

Excuse us.

My mother said you were going to get

someone else to work with you.

Yeah, well, I still need you to help me.

Have a seat.

I still need you to help me.

[sighs]

Olivia, what about my mother's letter?

I don't know.

What's the matter?

Don't you trust me?

Don't you...

care about me?

The way that...

that...

that I care about you?

Well, it was very nice to have met you.

Greg, I was so sorry to hear about Sylvia.

Of course you were.

Where's Senator Hollister?

Well, he's around here somewhere.

[tense music plays]

You go to my office, and you wait for me there.

-Abby. -Not a word. Not one word.

-Abby. -I warned you.

Well, that went very well, I thought.

Your brother is out of hand.

Excuse us, please.

And out of line with my daughter.

-Olivia? -Yeah.

And either you get your brother back in line,

or I will go to the press with proof

that he is not your brother.

[dramatic music plays]

-Are you nuts? -Nothing happened.

Then why is Abby so angry?

I don't know. She's just overprotective.

-I don't know. -I doubt that.

Listen, you go out to the ranch, and wait for me.

Stay away from Laura, and don't touch anything.

You don't think I'd claim Peter as a brother

-unless I had to, do you? -Oh, come on, Greg.

This is no joke.

Before Sylvia left, she gave her attorney a letter

that states unequivocally

that Peter Hollister is not her son.

And, therefore, not a Galveston heir.

How do you know what's in that letter?

We happen to have the same lawyer.

Oh, just a coincidence, eh?

Sylvia told me the truth a long time ago.

The letter just serves as proof.

The fact is that Peter Hollister is not your brother.

The whole thing was a hoax right from the very beginning.

I knew that.

I've always known that Peter wasn't my brother.

I never had a brother.

Well, it doesn't really matter what you know

and what you don't know, does it?

Because the important thing is what the public

will think when I go to the press with valid proof

that Senator Peter Hollister is a fraud.

His career will be over, like that.

I believe you.

But I don't believe that you would do that.

-Don't dare me. -It's not a dare.

It's an assessment of your practical nature.

Peter benefits the both of us.

You gain money, I gain power.

Things we both love.

So why don't we just keep all of this a secret

between the two of us, and I'll make sure

that Peter stays away from Olivia.

Make damn sure.

-[car starts] -[tires screech]

♪ While I'm far away from you ♪

♪ My baby ♪

Well, it was kind of you to call and check on me, Karen.

Well, I'm glad you're feeling better.

You know, you have so much going for you, so much, uh,

to look forward to.

Well,

my life hasn't been as easy as it looks.

Well, I'm really very sorry to hear that.

Maybe it's just time to move on to...

other things.

You mean, leave?

[Karen] I mean, let my husband off the hook.

He feels responsible for what you did.

I know you didn't intend to k*ll yourself, not for a minute.

[sighs] So, what does that prove?

[Karen] That proves that your suicide

was carefully planned to fail.

You just wanted Mack's sympathy.

Period.

Brilliant, Karen.

And what if I did?

You're only with Mack now,

because I wasn't here when he met you.

[scoffs]

Now he feels obligated.

Mack is under no obligations, Anne.

The hell he isn't.

[scoffs] Admit it.

If Mack had to choose between the two of us,

he'd never choose you.

You, with your little tract house,

and your little dead-end street, and your little dead-end life,

with your little outdoor barbecue grill,

and your "kiss-the-cook" apron.

[scoffs]

It all makes me sick.

Anne, I'm gonna get off the phone right now.

-I think we've said about-- -You wanna know the truth?

I'll tell you the truth.

I never intended to die.

I intended to bring Mack to his senses.

I did it. I let Mack choose between us.

I have to go.

I didn't hear you knock.

I knocked, and there was no answer.

I was on the phone.

I got a little nervous when you didn't answer.

Karen called.

Oh, that was Karen?

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

She accused me of staging a suicide attempt.

She said that?

[Anne] It's alright.

I did.

[sighs]

I had no intention of dying, Mack.

I just...

wanted to get your attention, I guess.

I wanted you to know how much I loved you.

Anne, what if you had died?

That was the calculated risk I was willing to take.

That's how desperate I am.

Please give me another chance.

For Paige's sake.

For my sake.

We're your family.

Olivia? Olivia?

What's wrong?

It's my mom.

She hates me.

I know it.

Your mother doesn't hate you.

[sighs] She treats me like I'm a baby.

She's criticizing everything that I do.

How I dress.

Who I see.

Peter Hollister.

Oh. Michael.

Olivia.

Michael's your cousin.

He loves you. He's worried about you.

Did you know that Peter Hollister and...

Paige are seeing each other?

That's not true.

Paige is my friend. She would tell me.

Peter would have told me.

But what if it is true?

And they--

-Hi. -Hi, Gary.

Where'd you get off to?

You left without even saying goodbye.

-Sorry. -Apology accepted.

I was beginning to think I wasn't the most

important guy in your life, here.

You're not.

I'm not?

Well, who's the lucky guy?

[sighs] Um...

Peter Hollister.

Who?

I'm in love with Peter Hollister.

Uh, yeah, but...

He's in love with me.

Hmm.

[Lilimae] How is he?

He's fine. He just...

needs to get some rest.

He hasn't been sleeping.

He's sleeping like a baby right now.

[somber music plays]

[music turns ominous]

[Mack] It's a gift for somebody special.

Tommy, I want them gift-wrapped.

Make sure they're your best.

Hey, come on.

Anything that costs that much would be gift-wrapped for free.

I appreciate it.

I'll pick them up on the way home.

Thank you.

Back to the high-tech woodshed?

-[door slams] -Listen to me, and listen good.

Robbing the cradle does not become you.

Olivia and I are just friends.

Abby...

is exaggerating everything.

So will the press, if they smell

that you've got a thing for young girls.

I'm not in the mood for one of your lectures.

Man, am I glad I am not related to you.

What do you mean?

I've known all along that you're not my brother.

Abby knows it, too.

But then again, you knew that, didn't you?

Don't worry, we're not gonna blow the whistle on you.

Abby has a letter from Sylvia

all about you,

which she has agreed not to show the press.

In return, you will agree to stay away from Olivia.

So, do yourself a favor, son.

Leave that kid alone.

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

There's another letter.

What?

Sylvia wrote two letters,

and gave one of them to Olivia.

How long do you expect me to hang around here?

[buzzer]

Yes?

[man] Mr. Sumner again. Can you take his call now?

No, and I don't want to be interrupted again.

Olivia, I work.

And it didn't help my schedule to have to drop everything,

and come running after you to a funeral.

[scoffs] Oh, everyone knows how wild they can get.

Don't get fresh with me, young lady.

You mean, don't get fresh with Peter.

I don't want you to see him again.

Are you forbidding me to see him again?

Olivia, I love you too much to have you get

involved in something that's way over your head.

-Do you forbid me? -Yes.

That's all I wanted to know.

Now, if you're all through, I'm going home.

-[door slams] -[sighs]

[sighs heavily]

[romantic music plays]

You did all this?

Mais oui, madame.

What's the occasion?

The occasion? Does it have to be a special occasion?

-Yes, well-- -I'm a man of the ages.

If I want to dabble in the culinary arts,

who's to stop me?

Not I.

Or I.

-Hi. -Hi.

Well, that makes two of us.

Yeah, I thought I would, uh, invite Anne to join us.

I thought it would be nice.

Well, then, that makes the three of us.

Again.

Yeah.

Well, I have some, uh,

"hers-de-vers" in the living room.

-What? -Some snacks and stuff.

-Ladies. Madame. -"Hers-de-vers." [laughs]

I was just leaving.

I think you'll want to hear this.

I just had a heart-to-heart with Peter,

and I can assure you,

he is not interested in your daughter.

He's after something she has.

[Mack] I'll take those.

Mm! The hors d'oeuvres were delicious.

[Karen] Great.

Alright, that's enough. Stop badgering me.

I confess, they were frozen.

But the entrée, the main snack,

is going to be all my own doing, so, you two sit.

You sitting?

[Anne and Karen] Yes.

[Mack] Good.

Here I come.

When you care enough to give the very best.

Open it.

Right now?

Yeah.

We can't eat dinner until you do.

[laughs]

I can't wait to see what it is.

[whimsical music plays]

Hot dogs.

Top-of-the-line hot dogs.

I never give a gift unless it's something that I like myself.

You know that? And I love hot dogs.

Especially when they're charcoal-barbecued.

I'm going to put your names in 'em.

You know, Karen,

I love our house.

This.

I love how quiet it is on our cul-de-sac.

[romantic music plays]

Olivia?

[mysterious music plays]

Mom, is Olivia in trouble again?

No, honey.

I'm, uh,

I'm looking for something else.

Where is she, anyway?

Out.

Okay.

[Paige] I guess we're too old to be going steady.

[chuckles]

That's better.

Well, don't look so depressed. I'm not asking for diamonds.

Peter.

Hmm? Oh.

Sorry. I was thinking about something.

Well, I hope you're not going to be thinking

about something all night.

Hmm.

I hope not.

[sighs]

[Paige] Yoo-hoo.

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

Hi. Can I come in?

Uh, Olivia, I don't think that's a very good idea.

Just to talk.

I'm kind of busy.

Well, can we get together later?

Olivia, I can't see you anymore.

It's my mother, isn't it?

Olivia, I can't talk now.

You're upset because I didn't give you that letter,

aren't you?

No, but I think you should give it to me.

Well, if that's all that's bothering you.

[dramatic music plays]

Olivia!

[tense music plays]

You intentionally humiliated me.

You intentionally insulted my wife.

And, no, Karen did not tell me.

I heard it all myself.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have known how spiteful you are.

You're pretty good at it yourself.

It's the only way I knew how to convince you.

Well, it was a great show, Mack.

You're not listening to me. I love my wife. I love my life.

There's nothing you can do to change that.

Now you've made your point.

-I guess this is goodbye. -What are you going to do?

Don't worry.

I'm going back east.

What about Paige?

I'm not worried about her.

You shouldn't be, either. She's not your problem.

She is my problem. She's my daughter.

I only said that to make you feel obligated.

You're not Paige's father, Mack.

I'm not interested in Paige's real father.

I mean, Greg Sumner's not really my type.

Now, is he?

[door slams]

[theme music plays]

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