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Thursday, June 1, 2006 After unsuccessfully trying to talk her out of it, Henry agrees to help Emily get Paul to come visit her. He succeeds in the task, which does not make Meg happy.
Today’s episode was directed by Maria Wagner and written by Judy Tate.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Henry: Emily, please. Emily: Henry, gimme the phone. Henry: I don't have it. Emily: Henry, I'm going for the pants next. Henry: What, you have no dignity, woman? Emily: Gimme your phone. Henry! Henry: It's dead. It's dead. Emily: Even a prisoner gets one phone call. The phone! Henry: Oh, you would -- you would know about that? Listen, there are rules, cell phones, hospitals -- Emily: No, there are not. Not in this ward of the hospital. Give me the phone, Henry! Henry: There should be a rule, because you're trying to call the guy who put you in here. Emily: I'm trying to take control of my future. Henry: How long will that last, Emily? When Paul starts playing svengali again, you're gonna start ordering the bondage gear off the internet again when we're done. Emily: Oh, that's nice. Thanks. Thanks for all the faith in me. Henry: I have faith in you. I have tremendous faith in you, baby. I know that with a little bit of help, you're gonna see that you and Paul are not going down the yellow brick road of life. Emily: Part of my healing is facing my demons. Henry: Facing them, yeah. Having them drop in on you is a big mistake. Emily: You're right. No, you're right. You're right. It is. Calling Paul's a bad idea, it shows weakness, it gives him the upper hand. Henry: That's my point. That's my point exactly. Emily: Yeah, you know, the smart thing to do is to make him think it was idea. I mean, that's true empowerment, right. But I'm not the one who can get Paul to come over here. You are.
Paul: I'll take this upstairs. Waiter: Thank you, Mr. Ryan. Henry: Impressive. You gonna drink that all by yourself or are you and Meg celebrating something? Paul: I don't think that's any of your business. Henry: Oh, come on let a guy for live vicariously here. You've got imported champagne and a leggy brunette. Paul: Henry, get a life. Henry: Some of us are too busy cleaning up after your messes to get a life, Paul. Paul: Oh, you've been speaking with Emily? Henry: Oh, just left her. Paul: How is she? Henry: Well, she's not swilling $300 champagne. Paul: But she's okay? Henry: Okay? She's a little down, actually. But I hear that's normal after a major psychotic break. Paul: What did the doctors say? Henry: I don't know. Why don't you ask them? All 20 of them, actually. She sees more doctors than the golf pro down at the country club. Paul: Henry, what do you want? Henry: I don't want anything. And don't worry about Emily. Don't give her a second thought. You know our Em. She's gonna bounce out of that hospital bed and squeeze those lemons until she gets something good to drink. Paul: Look, I'll call her tomorrow. Henry: Okay, I understand. You've got more pressing matters than checking in on the mother of your child. [ Elevator dings ] Meg: I was wondering what was taking so long. Henry: I'm sorry. Blame the warm champagne on me. Paul: Henry just came from Emily. Henry: She's fine, Meg, thank you for asking. Paul: He thinks that I should go see her. Henry: I never said should. Meg: Maybe Henry's right. Paul: No, we have plans. Meg: Our plans can wait. If something's going wrong with Emily and the baby, I don't want to hear it second hand. Besides, Paul, this is our baby now. I think you should go.
Meg: So I'll be checking out tomorrow, the day after at the latest. Desk manager: Very well, ms. Snyder. Meg: Okay. Well, if you're standing guard, Henry, you should get a uniform. Henry: No, navy blue's not my color. Meg: Can I ask you something? What is it with you and Emily? You obviously care about her. Henry: I think I have a little soft spot for beautiful women who are tiptoeing to the edge of Paul Ryan's gangplank. Be careful, Meg. He doesn't leave a lot of pieces behind for you to put back together. Look at the time. It is cocktail hour in Rome and I'm due at the bar. Ciao, bella.
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