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Friday, October 6, 2006 Emily's baby has died, and she blames Henry for telling Meg that she was planning to run away. But that doesn't stop Henry from showing up to offer his support. Today’s episode was directed by Habib Azar and written by Judith Donato.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Henry: The woman at the flower shop says yellow means friendship. I hear they're ready to spring you. Emily: Did my mother send you, Henry? Henry: No, no, she's up to her stethoscope in storm victims, Hal's off on a special assignment. Anyway, I'm your lift. Your lift home. We're going to go to your mom's place, and I've got an all-day scrabble tournament set up. Daniel's going to stop by for a quick visit, and then I might even try to make some homemade ice cream, if I can figure out the machine. Because I got to warn you, me and mechanical things -- there's always a severed something -- Emily: What's a five letter word for traitor? Could it be H-e-n-r-y? So, no, Henry. No scrabble, no ice cream, and thanks. I'll find my own way -- I mean it. Henry: Emily, don't -- Emily: I mean it. I don't want you in my life. Henry, I don't ever want to see you again.
Henry: Emily -- Emily: Henry, just go away. Henry: You hate me? Emily: Yes. Henry: You blame me for what happened to the baby? Emily: Yes, I blame you. Henry: You never want to speak to me again? Emily: Not if I can help it. Henry: Okay then, don't. Don't speak. I'll talk. Look, I know I said this whole thing in motion by calling Meg. But I would rather you hate me for life, then have you go off in a middle of storm and give birth with only Daniel to hold your hand. I mean, is that a memory that you want for this boy? Emily: You don't know I would go into labor! You don't know -- you don't know anything! Henry: My only other option was to do nothing. And I've tried that before. I tried it with my little sister and what happened? She went to hell and back because I wouldn't interfere. I bought into her fantasy that her life was perfect. I'm not going to buy into yours, Em -- Emily: Everything would have been okay. Henry: You don't know that. You don't know that. I'm sorry about the baby. I wanted to be an uncle Henry. You have no idea how much I wanted that. So, if you need to blame somebody, blame me. Rather than blaming yourself. Emily: Blame myself for what? Henry: For going off in the middle of an ice storm. It was dumb. It was reckless. It was dangerous. But you've paid for it. You paid for it more than anyone should ever have to pay. So, if you need to blame me, blame me. I will be your fall-guy.
Henry: Em, I know you don't believe this now -- I was more of a friend to you that day of the storm than any of our little schemes -- Emily: Meg told me you tipped her off, I said to myself, there's no way, not Henry. Not my friend, Henry. He's on my side. Henry: I was on your side. I still am on your side. Emily: When I look at you, I hear the silence after my baby was born. The silence that was so deafening, it filled the entire house. Henry: Emily, I am so sorry. It breaks my heart that you had to go through that. It does. Paul: We need to talk. Emily: I know. It's okay. We're through. Henry: Well, that's a matter of opinion. Paul: The chaplain has organized a small ceremony. Meg just spoke with him. Emily: Whoa, wait, I'm sorry. Did you say Meg arranged the ceremony? Paul: Well, neither one of us was in any condition to do it. Emily: Well, why do we have to do it -- why do we have to do it today? Paul: I think that would be best. Emily: Or does Meg think that it's best. Just get it over with quickly? Just erase all the memories as fast as she can so you two can be done with me and our baby -- Paul: Meg did everything she could to save that baby. And you know that. You were there. Now, I think that a ceremony would be good for all of us. Emily: All of us? Paul: Well of course, Meg's going to be there -- Emily: You want the woman who killed my baby to cry phony tears at my daughter's memorial? No. You tell her no.
Paul: You're being unreasonable. Emily: I'm burying my daughter -- our daughter, not Meg's. The only thing I get to do for my little girl is to find a way to say goodbye. We need to do that as her mother and her father together. I swear to god, as the last thing I'll ever ask of you. Please just let it be the two of us. Please. Paul: I'll talk to Meg. Henry: She might still show up. Emily: Why are you still here? Henry: For ballast. And if Meg shows up, I can line up on your side -- Emily: You had your chance to line up on my side and you blew it. And now, my baby is dead. Henry: You know, Emily, one of these days, you are going to wake up the with urge to live again. And when you do, you are going to want to be with someone who has never asked you, "what's in it for me?" Emily: Yeah, don't wait for your phone to ring. Henry: I will, Emily. As long as it takes.
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