Did You Hear About the Morgans?

Hi. You've reached Meryl Morgan. I can't take your call right now,

so leave a message and have a great day. Thanks.

Hello. It is me, your husband.

At least, legally still your husband, as recognized by the state of New York.

And, in the end, who are we to argue with the Governor?

I wanted to call and just say hello,

as it is approaching the three-month anniversary of our being separated,

and I thought, perhaps it might be nice to get together,

as, you know, occasions like this only come around once in a lifetime.

And... Oh, yes! And I saw the cover of New York Magazine's real estate issue,

and there you were. And you looked lovely, frankly.

You are staring out from every newsstand and bus and taxi.

And it is...

"It is genuinely incredible how you have built your business

"into the premier boutique real estate firm in the city."

I'm quoting here from the article. I have five copies.

This way, if we ever get back together and lose yours, we're covered.

Hi. You've reached Meryl Morgan. I can't take your call right now,

so leave a message and have a great day. Thanks.

Anyway, the point is that I am sad,

and I miss you,

and I bitterly regret what I did,

and it would be very, very nice if you called or, in fact, if we could see each other.

I hope you're getting the gifts. I know they're not all perfect.

The ice sculpture, I concede, was a disaster.

I did specify that they shouldn't leave it if you weren't home,

and I will be suing.

Talking of which, I must get back to work.

I'm actually in court. I have a man...

Isn't this a beautiful view? You could pay for this whole apartment

just by charging people to come and look at this.

And if you like this, you're going to love this,

what I call the ballroom or the grand salon.

It's the perfect combination of classic architecture

and understated elegance.

You're pregnant?

I mean, if you're planning on having a baby, this is the most magical place.

How many children do you have?

How many? Let me see, I have... Well, I have zero.

My husband and I are separated.

I know what you're thinking, the clock is ticking, right?

But I'm, you know... I'm considering adoption,

and you gotta stay optimistic. You know?

Don't get down on yourself.

Mr. Morgan, I have the depositions on the Anderson case for you.

Excellent. I hear it's a page-turner.

Now, where are we on the star front?

Well, you can buy and name a star "Meryl."

It's $75, and you get a celestial map and a certificate.

Well, I was really looking for something more impressive.

Can I buy a constellation?

I don't know. You can buy a black hole.

I'm not sure a black hole sends exactly the right message

at this point in our relationship.

Somewhat redundant.

Thank you.

And thank you to everyone at the National Breast Cancer Foundation.

I'm so honored to be here tonight on behalf of Park Avenue Realty.

Thank you to Jimmy, my waiter, at table number two. Yes, you.

I'm not done with my dessert yet.

This disease represents a crisis.

Are we going to use this crisis to come out

stronger, better and more powerful than ever before?

You bet we are.

But...

But what that means...

I'm sorry.

Well, I...

Basically, what I'm saying is,

we want your money right now.

So...

- Great speech. - Thank you.

- And you look fantastic tonight, by the way. - Thank you.

I still don't entirely understand what you're doing here.

Well, breast cancer. I'm against it.

Look, I just want to talk. I'll talk now, I'll talk later, I'll talk tomorrow.

I'll talk at lunch, dinner, brunch, snack time.

Okay, okay. I get it.

You are available for talking.

Yes. Yes.

Hey, Jackie.

Jackie, how very nice. How are you?

Mr. Morgan.

What do I have tomorrow?

The PETA lunch.

Barbecue, I imagine.

What about after lunch?

Excuse me. Hello, Mrs. Morgan.

Hi, Adam.

After lunch, you have the Farmer conference call.

Do I dare ask about dinner?

Meryl's doing a showing at 7:00 for Mr. Rabelais.

We've got Mr. Thompson for dinner at 7:00.

Hey, you know, I think it would just be easier

if Jackie and Adam spoke to each other.

- Excellent idea. - Excuse us.

What happens with Paul after lunch?

- Well, he's got... - Don't mumble, Adam. Enunciate.

- How's the apartment? - It's good.

- So much more space without the golf clubs. - Yes.

- How's the hotel? - It's nice. It's nice.

There's no one setting the snooze alarm for 15 minutes

before they actually want to wake up, so that's nice.

Yes, and I've really enjoyed not having anyone walk into the master bedroom

wearing their shoes and trailing dirt and germs from all over the city.

- That must be very, very nice. - It is.

As is not stepping on discarded Lady Gillettes in the shower,

which I have actually come to miss.

I can push Mr. Rabelais to 9:00

and Adam can reschedule Mr. Morgan's dinner.

- I think I can if I... - Just do it. Be a man.

Excellent. Then shall we say Daniel at 7:00?

Okay.

- Great. Terrific. - Great. Good night.

Good night.

So...

Did you get the yucca? I know you like plants.

And far, far away, there is now a galaxy called Meryl.

You have to stop sending things. It's just getting very awkward.

I understand. I will. I promise.

I just have one more little thing.

Okay, look, I know you always wanted us to go and I procrastinated,

but I thought this might make up for it.

Dr. Tobin is apparently the best marriage counselor in the city.

Oh, no, I know who she is. I found her duplex on Madison.

Okay. And the Lerners recommended her.

- Eric and Fiona? - Yes.

- They've been divorced a year. - They have, they have.

But the one thing they do agree on is how much they love Dr. Tobin.

Apparently, she wrote some book.

Yes. The Magic Marriage Myth.

You see? You are so well-read. I really miss that.

It's all about people's expectations that their spouse will be the answer

to all their problems when, in fact, they should be facing reality

and not asking their partners for more than they can give.

Brilliant. Brilliant.

I don't know. I find her theory kind of depressing, don't you?

Yep. Yep, yeah, if you do.

Can you please stop being so agreeable? Please?

Whatever you say.

- So. - So.

So, you know, I have to do a showing tonight,

and I'm gonna pick up my client at his townhouse.

Yes.

Do you wanna walk with me?

- Absolutely. Yes. - Okay.

Adam, we are gonna walk.

- You're going to walk? - Yes.

Is everything all right? Did we do something wrong?

No. Everything's okay.

You did something wrong.

Here comes the rain.

You slept with someone else, Paul.

You are not good at talking about the weather.

All right, it's...

It's overcast with 100% chance of precipitation.

- You slept with someone else. - I am sorry.

I was confused. I was an idiot. I was wrong.

I made a terrible mistake. I love you.

Do you still love me at all?

I don't know if I can sort of love you or love you a little.

Well, I'm fine with it.

Honestly, I can get by with a little less love for a while. Maybe years.

That's not me.

I have to go. I have the meeting.

Look, I just think we should give Dr. Tobin a chance.

- You know... - Hey, there's my client.

What is he doing in the rain without an umbrella?

What are we doing in the rain without an umbrella?

Mr. Rabelais?

Mister...

God!

- Run! - Stop!

- Get in! - What is your problem?

- I almost ran you over! - There's a man up there with a gun!

The man who was murdered tonight, Girard Rabelais,

was an international arms dealer.

The FBI was moving in to convict him,

so Rabelais was working with us to capture this man,

Anton Forenski.

And we think that's why Forenski had him killed.

We find the murderer, maybe he leads us to Forenski.

And you're gonna be our star witnesses.

But right now, I just wanna concentrate on keeping you safe.

What do you mean, "safe"?

- This guy's still out there. - Yeah, but he doesn't know who we are.

I'm gonna give you 24-hour protection at your apartment anyway.

Well, we don't live together.

He's at a hotel 'cause we're separated.

My wife and I see someone once a week.

It's not, by any chance, Dr. Tobin, is it?

I know it's been a rough night, so get some rest,

and I'll talk to both of you tomorrow.

- Okay. - Right.

- Mrs. Morgan. - Yes?

This is Marshal Henderson. He'll be taking care of you.

- Hello. - Ma'am.

Do you want me to stay tonight?

No, no. I think I'm gonna be fine with Marshal Henderson.

If you think he can handle it. Well...