Melrose Place

She moves in, and a week later, Sydney's dead. Coincidence?

Okay, the girl's a little weird,

but that doesn't make her a murderer.

You know, there's a hostess that just quit at Coal.

If I can put in a good word for you...

Hey.

Wow!

We're getting married, guys.

All my life all I wanted was to be a doctor.

I went on this fancy dinner with this guy. He offered me $5,000

to have sex with him.

Hi. I'm Ella Simms, junior publicist.

Jonah, you are a hugely-talented filmmaker.

What's a rich boy like you doing this stuff for,

anyway? Look, I need cash, okay?

David, what happened?

I borrowed a buddy of mine's bike, spun it out.

Your injuries are completely inconsistent

with your story, David.

Anton V wants you to model for his new line.

Ella has a thing for you. You think Ella's the one trying to come between us

when you and Auggie are, like...?

Friends?

Oh, God.

You can come to me with anything.

We're not gonna make it

if we just keep secrets from each other.

I promise, no more secrets.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Amazing. Oh, this is wonderful.

I love it.

It's heaven.

Work it, darling. Oh, it's gorgeous.

Work it. That's it.

Do I look tired?

I got, like, an hour of sleep last night.

No. What, pre-photo shoot jitters?

Riley,

your smile could melt the polar ice caps.

Okay? That lens is gonna love you today.

Well, it doesn't make me feel any less

guilty for telling my students that their teacher

has a case of the sniffles.

Ah, so what? You go a couple of days without a gold star.

Not the end of the world.

A little white lie not gonna hurt you, especially

if we're getting ten grand

for you to pose in a pair of jeans.

Oh, my God, isn't your huge meeting at Paramount today?

Yup.

Why am I the only one having an anxiety attack?

I guess I'm just good at hiding my nerves.

I mean, I'm only about to have a sit-down

with a guy whose films have grossed over a billion dollars.

Do you realize, if Andrew Misher

turns Living in Reverse into a feature,

this could be huge for me.

Nothing would make me happier.

But for the record,

I don't need to see your name in the opening credits

to know that I am marrying the perfect guy.

We wouldn't even be daydreaming about any opening credits

if you hadn't talked me up to that agent.

What are you doing?

Shh.

They're back.

The sparrows?

Yeah. See the eggs?

Oh.

You know what that means?

That you win the bet.

And that I have the honor of bringing you

lattes for the next week.

Lucky me.

What are you guys looking at?

Oh, nothing. We were just, uh...

we had a bet whether or not these sparrows

would be back.

Oh, how sweet.

Shouldn't you be in a classroom right now?

Actually, I'm taking the day off.

I'm sort of working this shoot for Anton V jeans.

Well, like, as a

photo assistant?

Like as a model.

No way.

A model? Wow.

Guess I'm just used to you in

a ponytail and running shorts.

Well, that's sort of why they hired me.

The campaign is "Real People Wear Real Denim."

Anton saw me at one of Jonah's jobs, and,

I don't know, wanted to photograph me.

Well, I don't blame him.

I don't know. All those people

staring at you.

Sounds totally stressful.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Well, I better go. Um, the shoot is way out in Malibu.

Well, you're going to do great.

So...

I hate to be the neighbor

who is, like, always asking for a cup of sugar,

but I just got this new furniture,

and it's in, like, 200 pieces.

Yeah, I could probably help you out with that.

Thank you so much. I seriously didn't know

what I was going to do if you said no.

Yeah, I, uh... I think I should be free after work,

so, uh, I guess I could stop by after that.

Perfect.

Okay.

Riley? Miss Richmond?

Um, hi. You better have a tardy slip.

You're here? Yeah.

WPK wanted me to hold your hand through your first shoot,

but so far, I've only had to make excuses for the late model.

There was an accident on PCH.

Where's Anton?

Driving in from downtown.

No wonder he's running late.

Look, next time, just leave a couple hours earlier, okay?

This is a big deal, Riley.

You could have missed a lot more

than just the Pledge of Allegiance.

Remember, you look good, I look good.

Now, come on, let's go.

Hey, look at you.

No scars, no bruising.

Looks like you're gonna live, after all.

Thanks to you, I'm a new man.

Yeah, just no more fistfights, all right?

Doctor's orders.

Can't make any promises.

Might want

to tend to this one.

Oh. These people.

God. I've told them,

like, ten times there's been some mistake.

They keep sending me these stupid notices.

Yeah, the bold-faced "Past Due"

on that envelope looks pretty serious.

Uh, yeah.

It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Lauren.

It's not like you're the first person

who's ever fallen behind on a tuition payment.

Right. This is from the guy who's never worried

about a bill in his life. Nice.

How much do you need?

It's fine.

They've given me till the end of semester to pay in full,

and I've already made a lot of headway, so it's-it's fine.

How much, Lauren?

$20,000.

Let me loan it to you.

What?!

Yeah.

No, there's no way.

No. Straight up.

No interest.

There's got to be some benefit

in knowing a kid with a trust fund, right?

That's a really generous offer,

but even with a trust fund,

you can afford to spare that kind of money?

When they're gonna kick the best doctor

I've ever had out of med school, I can.

But money and friends...

That can get complicated. I don't...

I'll make sure it doesn't.

Sleep on it.

Okay, so Anton is obsessed with this photographer.

Another one of his genius ideas.

He started using her six months ago

after he saw her shots of the starving children in Africa.

Pretty much he would go to the edge of the world for her.

And that is basically where we are now.

I didn't realize there would be so many people here. No, no.

Keep the butterflies to yourself.

Oh, and also,

try not to think about the fact

that everybody out here is here braving the elements

because of you.

Come on.

Hi.

Hey. Wow.

Gorgeous hair, sparkling eyes.

You must be my model.

Yeah. Hi.

Riley Richmond, meet Jo Reynolds.

Oh, my God.

You're Jo Reynolds?

The photojournalist.

The, uh, fashion photographer.

Oh.

What do you say we shoot this thing?

All right, schoolteacher,

let's start with some test shots.

Uh, I have to admit,

it's a little intimidating posing for you.