07x06 - A Question of Trust

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[birds chirping]

-All right, which one? -Hmm.

I hate that one.

Oh, good.

Which tile do you like better for the kitchen?

Uh, this one.

Oh, thank goodness.

I thought you were going to pick the other one.

I was going to pick the other one,

but I knew which one you wanted me to pick.

[both chuckle]

Don't call for a vote unless you're sure you can win.

I gotta go.

Oh, Mr. Bacon and Pancake MacKenzie

is skipping without breakfast? Why?

[scoffs]

I gotta stay in shape. You know what I mean?

You look pretty good to me, if you know what I mean.

Well, yeah, you're prejudiced. But thank you.

I appreciate your moral support, but I do have to go.

-We have an early interview. -We?

Is it just my imagination, or are you

getting used to working with Dracula's sister?

Come on, get serious.

Oh, it's just my imagination then.

You're not looking forward to it.

I am looking forward to nailing Kavanagh.

I didn't think we'd come this far this fast.

We found the woman that Kavanagh listed

as the birth mother of Val's babies.

This could be the break we need.

-Good. -Oh, yeah. [chuckles]

[tranquil music playing]

[sniffing]

[gasps] Oh!

[sighs]

[Jill] Mrs. Hilliard, do you remember exactly

what Mr. Kavanagh said to you?

I sure do.

He chose his words real careful,

tiptoeing through them like he was afraid of tripping up.

Did he actually try to persuade you to give up your baby?

I would say so.

He made out being a parent was pure t*rture.

I like it.

And I know for sure Terry loves being a daddy.

Did Kavanagh visit you after the baby was born?

During labor. Can you believe it?

He had two round-trip tickets to Paris and $2,000 cash extra.

And when we told him we'd just as soon keep our baby,

well, he turned nasty, and Terry threw him out.

[doorbell ringing]

-[knocking on door] -[doorbell ringing]

[Jill Bennett] Mr. Kavanagh actually threatened you?

[Mrs. Hilliard] Yes, he waved his legal papers at us

and told us we were violating our contract,

and Terry told him the hell you say.

You know, Terry is not a large man,

but I do believe Mr. Kavanagh was one smart lawyer

to leave the room when he did.

Ah, Mack.

-This is Mrs. Hilliard. -Hi.

Mrs. Hilliard, this is Mack MacKenzie, my associate.

How are you? Nice to meet you.

It must be very exciting.

We're cutting down criminals.

Yeah, it has its moments.

Thank you very much for your trouble, Mrs. Hilliard.

-Please keep my card. -Thank you.

By the phone. No trouble.

Nice meeting you, Mr. MacKenzie.

Nice meeting you, uh, Ms. Hilliard.

Since when am I your associate?

Who did you want me to say, my boss, my lord and master?

Forget it.

Why did you go ahead without me?

Well, you weren't there, so I started.

-I was on time. -And I was early.

Look, there's nothing to get upset about.

-I'm not upset. -Good.

Because for a minute I thought the protocol was more important

than hard information.

[scoffs]

All right. This hard information.

Kavanagh promised Mrs. Hilliard's baby to someone.

Maybe the Fishers.

When she backed out,

he was left holding someone's cash

and couldn't deliver a baby.

No pun intended.

All right. We have the motive. Where's the proof?

Mrs. Hilliard only met Kavanagh twice.

Once when she signed the papers,

once when he went to the hospital to pressure her.

The rest of the time, she dealt with a nurse.

Wilson.

-[Jill] No. -No?

[Jill] Mrs. Hilliard never met Wilson.

This nurse was on Kavanagh's payroll.

She was there to make sure all the newborns

were in good health.

You know, no damaged goods for his clients.

Yeah... And the nurse is?

Mrs. Hilliard couldn't remember her name.

But she did remember she had red hair.

Red hair, yeah, very good. And the eye shadow?

You are upset.

I have every reason to be upset.

I'm not upset.

Oh, okay. I'll see you back at the office.

And I'm not your associate.

[Abby] No, I'm not upset.

It's just that I already know

that he's the chief engineer at Empire Valley.

I pay you to tell me things I don't know.

[knocking on door]

All right, so Frank Elliot is a saint.

Thank you very much. What else?

Well, of course, I'm interested.

Really?

Was he prosecuted?

Did he do time?

All right. You get back to me with more of that, all right?

Great.

Ben, come on in.

What can I do for you?

[sighs]

I'm not the general manager type.

It's little late to discover that, isn't it?

You are the general manager.

Yeah. I'm not the type. I'm a journalist.

All I seem to do as general manager

is shuffle through paperwork.

Sorry, bad analogy.

-No offense intended. -[sighs]

I just end up doing a lot of things

that I don't really care about, like meeting the payroll

and checking out Joshua Rush's ratings.

Which are very good this last week, as a matter of fact.

Well, that happens every time Cathy sings on the show.

Cool. Have her sing more on the show.

I don't think you understand. I'm quitting.

You can't quit. You have a contract.

I have a contract to head your news department,

not to manage your station.

I'll tell you what.

I don't really need the profit from this station anymore.

You take it.

Every penny of profit and put it back into the news department.

-What? -I mean it.

Whatever this station earns,

you can pour it back into the news.

No limit. The more money you make,

the more money you'll have for journalism.

Let's...let's even start going for some competitions, Ben.

The-the Peabody, the-the Pulitzer.

Come on, what do you say?

I was wrong. I am the general manager type.

[soft music playing]

And I'm a good judge of character.

[Joshua] A little lower and to the right.

I think a low-angle key is more appropriate for me,

and I'd like to do it that way from now on if we can.

That gives us a heck of a shadow behind you.

Well... You can take care of that.

Here's your mail, Mr. Rush.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, could you take Cathy's, too?

People really seem to like her singing.

I know I do.

[soft music playing]

Right. Exactly, Abby.

That's exactly how I feel about it.

Mm-hmm. Mm-mm.

Mm-mm. When push comes to shove,

I just want to be sure that our stories are consistent.

Well, my story is you lied to me. What's yours?

[Greg] Chuckle, chuckle.

What's the matter? Have you lost faith in your phony soil samples

and geological surveys?

I haven't lost faith in them at all.

But it would help if you could get that dopey engineer of yours

to back our story up.

I have an appointment with Elliot tonight.

[Greg] And in the meantime?

That's why I called you.

In the meantime,

I'd suggest you stay out of Gary's way.

[instrumental music]

How the hell did this happen?

I don't know. Mr. Elliot told me--

Where is Mr. Elliot?

He's at the loading dock, uh,

checking some materials, I think.

Terrific. When's he gonna be here?

Not today.

Sure.

-Hi, Peggy. -Oh, hi, Miss MacKenzie.

Mack's not in.

Oh, I knew I should have called.

All right, well, will you tell him I just came by?

-Sure. -Thanks.

-Hi. -Hi.

-How's it going? -Can't complain.

I-I just came by to catch Mack for lunch.

-He's gone. -Yeah, he's...

Ooh!

It's lovely. Mayan, isn't it?

Did you get it in the Yucatán?

Guatemala, actually.

Oh, I, um...

I-I did a paper on the Mayas in my senior year.

Really? So did I. [chuckles]

You're kidding.

Here, let me show you something.

You're working in here now.

-It's more convenient. -Uh-huh.

I got this when I was traveling through Mérida.

I keep it for luck.

Oh. It's lovely.

Do you keep up on the research?

Well, I'm no expert.

Huh. That makes two of us.

I have a shoebox at home filled with artifacts.

Haven't opened it for years.

Maybe you'd like to come by sometime and look at them.

Well, yes, thank you.

Good.

May I help you, Sir?

Yeah, I'm Gary Ewing. I'm here to see Greg.

Oh, yeah. When you called earlier,

I said he was scheduled to be here,

-but he evidently-- -Where is he?

If I knew that, wouldn't I have told you?

I don't know.

[Peter] Mr. Ewing, he does call in periodically

to check his messages. I'll be happy to tell him you came.

You tell him to call me.

I certainly will, Mr. Ewing. Good day.

[crickets chirp]

It's looking good here.

Oh, thank you. [laughs]

-Hey, how you doing? -Hi.

-Hi, Mack. -Hi, Mike.

-Oh, this better be good. -Yeah.

Oh, it will be, Mr. MacKenzie. Michael's a great cook.

-Oh. -Oh, yeah?

-Did he tell you that? -Mack, watch it.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Let's eat.

Yeah, well, we can't eat just yet.

It's not ready.

We have some more company coming.

-Who? -Some friend of mom's.

-Good. -Yeah.

-Watch him. -I will.

[chuckles]

It's looking good here.

-Yeah, look at that meat. -Let's put it in there. Yeah.

What do we eat?

My sentiments exactly.

-Karen! -[doorbell rings]

I'll get it.

-Hi. -Hi.

Your wife invited me to dinner.

-She did? -Yes.

May I come in?

Yeah, come on in.

Excuse me just a second. Karen!

-Oh. Hi, Jill. -Hi, Karen.

-It's good to see you. -Thanks. I hope it's still cold.

Ah, thanks.

I'm so happy you could come. This is my older son, Eric.

Eric, this is Jill Bennett.

-Hi. -Hi, Eric.

[Michael] No, don't add that yet.

[Karen] That's Michael in the kitchen.

He and his date are making us some Chinese food.

Smells different.

-Honey, could you open the wine? -[Michael] Unplug it. Unplug it.

-[chuckles] -Um...

You have a lovely home here, Karen.

Oh, thanks. We're thinking of redoing a few things,

but we do like it.

"You have a lovely home, Mack."

-Having problems, Mack? -No.

-She's definitely hot. -Who?

You're gonna break that thing.

-Jill Bennett. -How would you know?

-[Jill] You look lovely. -[Karen] Thank you.

-And these? -My babies.

Oh, I was much better looking even then.

-Hi, I'm Michael. -The chef.

-Yes. -I'm Jill. Hi.

Hi, nice to meet you, Jill.

Michael, why don't you introduce your date?

Oh, I'm sorry. Amanda, this is Jill.

Hi.

-Are we gonna eat tonight? -Soon. Soon.

Pretty soon. [chuckles]

All right. Why don't we just sit down and have...

-Here you go. -Thank you.

-You're welcome. Here. -Thank you.

Oh, honey, can I have a slice of lime in this, please?

Sure.

So what's it like working for Mack?

Oh, Jill doesn't work for Mack.

She works with him.

-Either way. -Either way what?

-It must be a great honor. -It has its moments.

Oh, Eric, could you go upstairs...

Upstairs and bring down the shoebox that's on the bed?

Sure.

They're nice boys. You must be very proud, Karen.

Oh, thank you. We are.

Oh, yeah.

[soft music playing]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I hope everything was in order down at the dock.

I know you sent me down there

to keep me from meeting with your husband.

My foreman tells me that Mr. Ewing is furious

about where we're building your broadcast center.

Mrs. Ewing, no disrespect meant,

but I've got to level with him. I'm not a good liar.

I've never been able to play office politics well.

I see.

I hope that you understand. It's...

Excuse me a minute, please.

Hey, kid, you old enough to drink beer?

Dad, I didn't see you.

This is a hell of a coincidence.

Uh, why?

Well, the father meets his son in the same bar

at the same time in a city this big.

[chuckles] Dad, your memory is going.

What are you talking about?

I got a call from your office telling me to meet you here.

Tonight.

Hey, don't you know when your old man's kidding?

You just finish your beer and hang out a second.

I'll be right back.

Guess who I just bumped into? My son.

Rick, uh, 25.

July 7th is his birthday.

Graduated top of his class in law school.

He's waiting for the results of his bar exam.

He'll do very well, don't worry.

I'd be very proud if I were you.

But he had so much to overcome.

What do they call it in Michigan? Uh...

Uh, possession with intent to deliver.

That was six years ago.

He paid the price. He's been straight ever since.

Mm. I know, and I think it's wonderful.

But information like that could delay his entrance to the bar

and, uh, that law firm

that he's applied to, uh, Simpson & Millar.

Well, Billy Simpson's kind of old-fashioned

about things like substance abuse.

As a matter of fact, I'm having lunch with Billy on Friday.

I'll, uh, I'll put in a good word for Rick.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow at Empire Valley.

And you tell Gary whatever you feel,

you need to tell him.

[melancholy music]

-Hi, sweetheart. Hey, oh, I'll take that for you.

If you take this out of my hand, young lady...

Oh, I'm just trying to help.

Well, you can help me by letting me get on with it.

You know what the doctors tell people my age?

-Use it or lose it. -Oh.

Oh, did I tell you I loved your singing on Joshua's show?

-Uh, about eight times. -Oh, and my friends.

I mean, three different people called me.

Oh, that's so nice.

You know, as much as I love singing, I just-

I just don't know if I'm right for that show.

Oh, well, there's no show without the preaching,

but your singing makes it that little bit better.

I know Joshua thinks so, too.

I want to talk to you about singing on the show.

Oh, Josh, I know it means a lot to you.

I...

I've been thinking about things that mean a lot to me.

And our marriage means a lot to me.

And I wouldn't want to do anything to damage that.

I'm sorry for pressuring you.

And I was wrong to ignore your feelings.

And if you don't want to sing on the show, you don't have to.

Really?

Really.

[somber music playing]

Mm. May I have the soy sauce? Thank you.

-Can I get you anything else? -No, thank you, Michael, no.

How about a fork?

Mack, I think I'm in love.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

-Oh, that Amanda's really nice. -Amanda?

Are you kidding? I mean, your Jill Bennett.

She's not my Jill Bennett. Okay. And it's Miss Bennett to you.

And you wouldn't talk like a lunatic

if you knew what she was really like.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, yeah, where can I sign up to find out?

[laughs] Get out of here.

You ought to keep this recipe, you know.

You ever have the idea

your whole life is getting out of control?

Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong?

A damn construction site.

I wish I'd never heard of Paul Galveston or Empire Valley.

I can't get a straight answer out of anybody.

I can't get any answer out of Sumner.

I can't even find my construction engineer.

Just when you think things can't get any worse, they get worse.

I tell you, if I have another day like this...

Don't mince words, honey. If you're upset, say so.

[scoffs]

This has not been my year.

You'll get through it.

Yeah, I just like to be sane when I get through it.

I hate to do it, but I think I'm going to have to fire Elliot.

Really? Why?

What choice do I have?

He took it upon himself to move a whole damn building.

Well, he told me that those changes were necessary.

Well, what would he tell you, honey?

Sorry, Mrs. Ewing, I'm doing this for the fun of it.

Honey, relax, relax.

Don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?

It gives the man a chance to explain his side of the story

before you go and fire him.

Come on.

[groans]

[groans]

[Gary groans]

Why don't you do this more often?

Like, every day from nine to five.

-Why did you quit? -It's after five.

Over time.

-Promise? -Promise, yeah.

-[chuckles] -Whatever.

-Golden time? -Golden time.

-Silver time. -No. Platinum?

Platinum. [laughs]

[Jill] Oh, Karen, what a find.

Well, you didn't need a special permit back in the days

when I brought these out.

Boy, am I dating myself.

Mom, you're not that old.

Spoken like a loyal son.

[Jill] Well, if it makes you feel any better,

it's been almost ten years since I've been out of college.

A mere child.

What does that make me?

You'll always be my baby.

-[phone rings] -[chuckles] I'll get it.

[phone rings]

MacKenzie household.

Sure, hold on.

Miss Bennett, telephone.

Excuse me, Karen.

Thank you. Jill Bennett here.

Uh-huh.

She gives out our phone number.

It's probably business.

Yes.

Mack, pencil.

-Oh, I'll get it. -I'll get it.

Yes.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

That was Mrs. Hilliard.

Her husband has remembered Kavanagh's nurse's name.

It's Catherine McIntyre.

[soft music playing]

Why didn't you at least inform me?

I left you a note at the office.

-I didn't go back to the office. -Oh, is that my fault?

Oh, I see. I don't even get a chance to vote

in these things anymore?

It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, that's all.

Oh, I understand.

You had this uncontrollable urge to invite someone to dinner

when you saw Jill Bennett walk by.

You just couldn't resist.

It just so happens, my dear husband,

that I like Jill Bennett very much.

-You do? -Yes, I do.

We have a lot in common. She's away from home.

She's eating hotel food.

She deserves hotel food. Is this enough?

You probably just never noticed.

Oh, wait a minute.

I didn't notice.

I want to tell you something.

This whole night was unnecessary.

You know that. I don't even like the word.

Look, I know you at least as well as you think.

You know me.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

-And you know what? -What?

I'm not worried about you at all.

Good.

As long as you know, I know what you're doing.

You do?

Yeah, you know, this would be much more flattering

if you'd just admitted that I was worth all this trouble.

It was just a dinner invitation.

All right.

And if tomorrow I wanted to invite

one of your favorite people, let's see,

I would invite Abby Ewing to dinner.

Mack, if I didn't know better,

I'd say thou protested too much.

Oh, thou knoweth the better.

[both laughing]

[tense music playing]

[keyboard clacks]

[keyboard clacks]

[computer beeping]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct singing]

-Hi. -Hey.

Mack!

You should have gone through all the trouble.

A simple breakfast invitation, no trouble at all.

So I took the liberty of inviting

two of your old boyfriends

and all the men on staff of Lotus Point.

You're not still upset about last night, huh?

Last night I was not upset about last night

when I realized what you were doing,

because even if you were right about me, and you were not,

you were wrong about Jill.

-She hates my guts. -Don't bet on it.

-What? -I said I forgot.

The decorator's coming by today.

-Oh, boy. -What?

I said, "Oh, boy!"

Good, because I need you to help me make decisions,

so I scheduled it for your lunch hour.

At 11:30, I'm taking the deposition

from Kavanagh's nurse.

You mean between the phone call last night

and this morning she arranged a deposition? Hmm.

Well, you can't expect Jill to do everything wrong, can you?

Well, we'll make it a later lunch, that's all.

The deposition will probably take all afternoon.

Well, then I'll rearrange the decorator,

-but you gotta be there, honey. -No, no, no, no.

You go right ahead, don't worry about me.

Whatever you decide will be fine with me.

Oh, sure, you say that now.

Karen, on my word, I trust you.

You just don't want to look at paint chips and fabric swatches.

Come on, I love your taste.

And if I paint the living room chartreuse?

Call me.

Right.

[Paul] My client respectfully declines to answer

-on the grounds that it might... -[Mack] Cite the witness.

You are instructed to appear

in the Superior Court of the State of California

on November 15th at 8 a.m. to show cause

for not having answered the question

propounded to you by Mr. MacKenzie,

and at that time and place

to receive instruction from the court

as to whether you shall or shall not answer the question--

You know, this is the 14th citation.

-Why did you bother to-- -Let the record show

an attempt has been made to harass and intimidate my client.

How many adoptions did you take part in

while you were employed by Kavanagh?

[Paul] Privileged information.

[Jill] When you met Mona Hilliard...

-[Paul] Privileged information. -Cite the witness.

You didn't complete the question.

When you met Mona Hilliard--

Mrs. McIntyre, are you a kidnapper?

-That's prejudicial and leading. -No, I'm not.

Would counsel care to talk off the record?

-Acceptable. -[Mack] Fine.

Paul, this is silly.

If that's all you have to say,

let's go back on the record.

We've got hospital records.

We've got Wilson's eyewitness testimony.

For crying out loud, we've got the babies themselves.

And we have affidavits signed by Wilson and Dr. Ackerman

saying that those babies were freely given up for adoption

by Mrs. Mona Hilliard.

Who is not the natural mother.

-Not my problem. -I am a nurse.

I am a good nurse. I am not a kidnapper.

[Mack] You know what, Mrs. McIntyre?

Talk to me or go back on the record.

You know what, counselor? I believe Mrs. McIntyre.

I don't want Mrs. McIntyre. I want her employer.

We need someone to tell us the truth about Kavanagh.

What are you offering?

You want immunity.

You want what we've got.

What you've got better be good, counselor.

Joshua.

I was just wondering if you were having any trouble

scheduling musicians or getting musical clearances.

For what?

Cathy's next appearance.

Oh, Cathy's not going to be singing on the show anymore.

Why not?

Personal reasons.

Does she understand how important she is?

I mean, did you try and change her mind?

Well, my responsibility as a husband, Ben,

is not to try to change her mind,

but to support her in whatever decision she makes.

[somber music playing]

Thank you, Mrs. McIntyre.

Okay, thank you. And I'll have a copy of the transcript in...

-Five hours. -Four hours.

-All right. -See you in court.

Okay.

We did it. We got Kavanagh!

-All right! -[laughs]

Well, let's celebrate, counselor.

I'm going to treat you to the lunch of your life.

At three o'clock?

Yeah, you leave it to Mack MacKenzie.

You're on.

We are out to lunch.

Set this.

Look, Gary, it's not like

we were trying to keep a secret from you.

You were here when we did the excavation for the building.

Why didn't you say something then?

Greg, Gary wasn't himself then. You know that.

I suppose there's some subtle difference in them there hills,

obvious to the sensitive environmentalists.

Unfortunately, I don't have that gift.

I have to trust you.

-Why didn't you? -I did!

You're the one who hired the Boston firm

to do this environmental impact study.

When the revised plans came in, you weren't here.

I did what I thought was best.

Probably saved two dozen trees and a hundred rabbits.

Where is Frank Elliot?

He said he'd be here a little late.

Well, he picked a hell of a day to be late.

No. No. That one.

Yeah, maybe. Could you find something grayer?

Mack MacKenzie's office. Can I help you, please?

P-Peggy, uh, is Mack busy? I've got to ask him if...

[Peggy] Oh, sorry, Mrs. MacKenzie.

He's out to lunch.

-He is? -They left a half hour ago.

-Oh, he and... -[Peggy] Miss Bennett.

Uh, I'll tell him you called.

No. I mean, yes, yes.

Tell him I called. Please. All right.

Thank you, Peggy. Bye.

[Peggy] Goodbye, Mrs. MacKenzie.

-How about graphite? -Uh, no.

[instrumental music]

Hello, Elliot.

-Mr. Ewing. -Mr. Elliot.

I understand you're upset about the location

of the broadcast center.

Should I be?

No, Sir, I don't think you should be.

I'm sorry the information got to you this late,

but you were out of town. We couldn't contact you.

I felt I made the most responsible decision I could

based on the information that was available.

[Mack] You've got to see their Sunday brunch.

Can't wait to try the house wine.

[scoffs]

Well?

There are enough calories in here

to sh**t my diet for two, three years.

Forget the calories.

This is the best hamburger outside of New York City.

Well, I admit it tastes great.

Oh, Mack, you've got mustard on your tie.

Yeah, so I do.

Good. I hate this tie.

No, that's my favorite tie.

You have a tie like this?

No. Of all the ties I've seen you wear, that's my favorite.

Oh. Well, so much for your taste of ties.

Let's see. We've got about three hours to go

before we get the transcript.

I hate the idea of going back to the office

just to sit around and wait.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, Mack, let me take you to one of my favorite places.

Come on. Come on.

What the hell?

Nice going, partner.

Tell me, how did you, uh... Never mind.

-How did I persuade Elliot? -My very question.

Never mind.

Just watch your step for an hour.

-Yes, mommy. -Hey, I'm serious.

I can't be responsible for covering your tracks

every time you mess up.

That's because you'll be too busy covering your own tracks.

It's a question of trust, Frank.

You've got to trust the people you work with

and you can't work with them.

Now, I like working with you, so I'm glad we cleared the air.

What I want to do, not what I want us to do,

is to track down the error.

You paid a lot of good money

and this should never have happened.

You know those surveys better than I do,

so when I meet with the Boston group, I want you to back me up.

-You got a problem with that? -Nope.

Fine.

[instrumental music playing]

[car engine starts]

♪ Just a little more time is all we're asking for... ♪

-Hey, Ben. -Hey.

-Val's inside. -I didn't come to see Val.

-Is Joshua around? -No, sorry.

-You got a minute? -Yeah.

Cathy, did you know the phone was off the hook?

Oh, yeah, the babies are sleeping.

Val's in the kitchen.

Ah, thanks. Hi, Ben.

Can I get you to look at something for me?

Sure.

What you got?

It's a spreadsheet.

This indicates production expenses against revenues.

-See the figure at the bottom? -Yeah.

That indicates the profits that we make off of Joshua's show.

Well, how come you're showing me this?

I don't know if you know, but we have the second largest

non-network news-gathering organization

-in the whole country. -No, I didn't know.

Well, our standards are very high.

It costs money to do the news.

If you look at this figure,

this indicates the profits we get

when you sing on Joshua's show.

Now, to put it bluntly, with those profits,

I could hire two investigative reporters,

I could beef up the bureau in Washington,

I could open up an office in Latin America.

Ben, you can't make me responsible for this.

No, you're right. I can't.

I don't. I just wanted to explain my position.

Have you told Josh about this?

He understands your importance to the show.

I just wanted to let you decide.

[sighs]

You sure you want me to put the pears in with the spinach?

Yeah, mama. By the time Betsy gets through with it,

that is the way that she likes it.

[Lilimae] Oh, pears and spinach,

pears and squash, pears and turkey.

Oh, I sure hope Betsy gets over this pear phase quickly.

She loves it.

Thanks. Huh.

-Still at lunch. -Who?

-No one, mama. -Mack and Jill.

Jill is that woman you had over for dinner?

Yep, she works with Mack.

It was a good idea having a hold of him.

What?

Well, Karen knows that old saw about

keeping your friends close, but your enemies closer.

[laughs]

I'd hardly call Jill Bennett an enemy.

Oh?

Oh, is she pretty?

What?

[Lilimae] Is this Jill woman pretty?

Yeah, I think she's very pretty.

-Does Mack think she's pretty? -Mama.

I don't know. He never mentioned it.

-He's never said she's pretty? -No.

Then he thinks she's pretty.

What?

If he never said she's pretty, then he thinks she is.

I mean, if her looks didn't mean anything to him,

then he'd have mentioned them.

[both laughing]

Well, you can laugh if you like.

But I'm not the one who keeps calling Mack's office

to find out where he is.

[birds chirping]

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[crowd chattering]

Nice shot.

♪ It's four o'clock on Friday ♪

♪ My work is almost done ♪

I was thinking of, um, peach for the dining room,

but I can't find a trim to go with it.

Funny thing is, she reminds me of me. [chuckles]

-The younger me. -Come on, now.

You can't compare her to you, and you know it. Stop that.

Spoken like a true friend.

She's assertive. She's bright.

-You're brighter. -She's pretty.

-You're prettier. -She's young.

You're prettier.

[both laughing]

-So loyal. -Oh!

Oh, God, I feel so silly.

Stop it. Now don't feel silly.

-Mack is worth worrying about. -I'm not worried about him, no.

Are you kidding? Mack is Mack, right?

[Valene] Right.

♪...tuning to my job ♪

♪ A party is on my mind ♪

[all cheering]

[man chuckles] Tough lady.

♪...grab clean white shirt ♪

♪ But on my suede shoes ♪

-They do fight a lot, though. -Here.

It kind of reminds me of...

The way you and Mack used to fight?

Yeah.

You think I'm being over-analytical?

-Over-analytical? You? No way! -Oh, stop.

-My stomach's in knots. -Okay. All right.

I'm gonna stop. I'm gonna stop. No more.

[sighs]

-Why did you invite her? -You don't think I should have?

-I don't know, Karen. -I don't know either.

-I'm not sure... -It just sort of happened.

That's all. I-I...

Oh, boy. Well, I just haven't thought this... through.

Oh, I've got to stop this.

I mean, I'm doing it to myself.

It's a question of trust, right?

Lady is hot. Nice game again.

I hate to take your money, MacKenzie.

-Yeah, I bet you do. -But I will.

Care for another game?

Yeah, I'd really love to, but we haven't got the time.

-Oh, right. -Oh, give the lady a chance.

Five in a row would be a new record for Jill.

Give me a break. Get out of here.

What am I, the live entertainment around here?

Why don't you guys step up here?

Challenge the lady. Come on.

See? They're all talk, all these guys, you know?

They can't sh**t the pool with a pen.

I am the... I am the gentleman that I am.

Let the weakest sex win.

Take it easy, boys.

Do I trust Mack, or don't I? I do. I trust him. Don't I?

So... that's the end of it, then.

Right?

All right, here it is. The padlock to Kavanagh's jail cell.

Congratulations, counselor.

And congratulations to you, too, counselor. Thank you.

It'll make compelling reading tomorrow.

You've got to read it now. Tomorrow will be too late.

-We'll be in court. -I won't be here tomorrow.

I've got a plane to catch to Sacramento in 45 minutes.

But I'll tell the governor you said thanks.

Wait a minute. Hold the phone.

-I'm going home, Mack. -You can't.

I have to, and I am.

We've got work to finish.

You've got my number in Sacramento.

You know where to find me.

All right, wait a minute.

Is this something personal?

What do you mean?

Well, I can be a hard guy to work with,

and, you know, I yell a lot.

I yell too much, and I'm sorry.

And it's not the yelling. Then what is it?

Why do you have to leave now?

Do you have to ask?

Look, Bennett, no fooling around.

I don't know what your problem is,

but you're a witness to McIntyre's deposition,

so you've got to stay in town.

And I'll see you here tomorrow.

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