Private Practice S6E9 - English Transcript

1 (Whirring) (Clicks) (Whirring continues) ♪ (Man over intercom) Just one more minute. Hold still. (Clicks) (Whirring) ♪ (Up-tempo jazz playing) (Indistinct conversations) Now when did you become so graceful? All the years we were married, you were blatantly devoid of rhythm. Yeah, but not when it counted. (Laughs) Mm. I've been watching "Dancing With The Stars" for pointers. (Laughs) Ooh. Maybe we ought to go to Buenos Aires for our next trip, huh? We can learn to tango. (Laughs) I don't think I'm gonna be traveling for a while. Why not? Let's just keep dancing, hmm? Sheldon, you're worrying me. I don't want to. You know, that-- that's the point. You see, that doesn't help. What's going on? ♪ Prostate cancer is what's going on. Come on. What's the prognosis? The biopsy was positive. It was a gleason score of 6, so it's intermediate. And it hasn't metastasized. Okay. Well, um, what-- is there a-- is there surgery or-- or-- or meds? I mean, what happens next? I haven't decided. I told you we should keep dancing. Look, I'm sorry. It's just-- it's kind of a shock. Yeah, for me, too. But you can come here, and when I'm doing whatever it is I decide to do, we can check out those five-star hotels. I can't come to LA every week. But flying to Buenos Aires-- that-- that works for you? Sheldon, my practice is in New York. I don't know if I can pack up and and come help you through this. I didn't ask you to. I suggested you pack up and join me poolside. Well, that's not what this is anymore. Yeah, right, right. Now that there's a modicum of reality to this scenario, why bother? Okay, this is what we both wanted. These weekends were supposed to be a-a vacation from real life. Well, I'm sorry if my cancer ruined your vacation. (Sighs) (Cell phone rings) (Ring) Oh. That's the hospital. Maybe I should find a hotel. Yeah. Yeah, why don't you do that? ♪ (Thunder rumbling) Check in after each room you clear. Hey. Is there any update on the missing girl? No, but it's a big hospital. There are lots of places to hide. Yeah, well, what can I do? Are you a security guard or a cop? Well, no, but I-- Your patient's stabilized, and you discharged him. Get back to whatever the tux was for. Yeah. (Beeps) Come on. Need a hand? Please tell me you weren't the groom. (Chuckles) (Clank) I guess I'm out of practice. (Sighs) - Oh, that's not necessary. - No, it is. (Coins clattering) I'm having a bad night, and sometimes the best way to cheer yourself up is to try and cheer someone else up. (Coins clink) You read that on a bumper sticker? It's Mark Twain. (Thud) Mm. I'm more of an Agatha Christie gal. Thanks for the chocolate. It's one of the few things I can still keep down. (Chuckles) (Clank) _ (Woman) Sheldon, it's been five weeks, and your fascination on this particular subject is bordering on the obsessive. He's my patient, okay? I have a responsibility to him. Only if he wants your help. And since he's not returning any of your calls or showing up for his appointments, clearly he doesn't. But that's my fault. I need to win back his trust. Look, you thought he took the little girl. He knows you thought that. So now there's nothing you can do, except perhaps use your session to try to figure out how your issues got in the way. My issues didn't get in the way, because I-I I don't have any issues. Really? Because most people would consider cancer an issue. Well, most people don't have my incredible optimism and sunny disposition. Okay, fine. It's an issue. And there are options, but none of them palatable. What are they? Well, if I choose door number one, I get surgery-- radical prostatectomy. It comes complete with the possibility of incontinence and impotence. Door number two is active surveillance, where we watch and wait while the cancer cells that are already in my prostate perhaps take up residence elsewhere, maybe my lungs or my liver. And then there's door number three-- toxic levels of radiation beamed into my manhood five days a week for eight weeks. Call me crazy, but opting for a treatment that's associated with duck-and-cover drills just gives me pause. What does Laura think? Oh, Laura's gone. I mean, cancer didn't really fit into her plans. Not everyone has the strength of character to go through this with someone. Yeah, I don't want to talk about Laura. Oh, you don't want to talk about Laura. You've made up your mind not to make up your mind about cancer. Is there anything else that you'd like to not talk about in the remaining half-hour? No, I think that pretty much covers it. (Laughs) At least you get to wear pants. Because I have breast cancer. Oh. I'm sorry. (Exhales) Um, I'm just nervous. You'll be fine. This is a great facility. I'm in every morning. Are-- are you? Let's hope. Right. (Whirring) (Man) Hold still. (Clicks) (Whirring continues) (Laughter) You sleep through your alarm this morning? No, I joined a gym. Decided it's time to start working out. Oh, Sam gettin' on you to stay healthy? I know how to take care of myself. I'm-- I am a doctor. Um, what the hell is that? (Laughs) Look at that rock! She's like a heat-seeking missile. Jake, I'm a woman, and you could see that ring from space. How could you not tell us? Oh, well, we didn't want to make a big deal about it. That's, uh, that's great news. - Congratulations. - Thank you. - Congrats. - Thanks, Sam. Mm-hmm. Congratulations. - Thanks, buddy. - All right. (Laughs) Congratulations. I love weddings. You know, they're so full of love and joy and promise. You can fool yourself into thinking that's what the whole world is like. But it's it's not. It's fraught with danger and disease, and there's no loyalty, you know, just none at all. (Laughs) I'm thrilled for both of you, though. Dr. Wallace? Nick. I've been calling you. Yeah. I got your messages. I didn't know whether I should call you back or get a restraining order. I was worried, all right? And when you didn't call, I was afraid-- What, I took a little girl? When you first came to see me, you were suicidal. Yes, and you helped me through that, and I'm grateful. But after that night at the ER-- That was a mistake. I rushed to judgment, and that was wrong. I didn't take that little girl. I know. I know. And I want to continue to help you. (Mutters) Actually, um I'm doing pretty well. Good. Good. What's been going on? I got a promotion at work. Been finishing some projects around the house. And the, uh, the urges? I'm managing them. I'm working the checklist, avoiding triggers. And I'm-- I'm keeping busy with a new friend. Well, that sounds like a positive step. - Yeah. - Did you meet him at work? It's her, actually. Oh. What's her name? Alyssa. Is-- is she a colleague? No. No, she's just a friend, but she's she's great. We're into a lot of the same music and TV shows, and she understands me, you know? And-- and she's kind and so pretty. And I don't know. I've n-- (Chuckles) I've never felt this way before. (Laughs) It's just nice to connect with somebody, you know? So it's romantic, then? I want it to be. I get the feeling she does, too. Nick, I have to ask you How old is she? _ He said she was 25, but he hesitated. That doesn't mean he was lying. No, no. His demeanor. He was excited. Almost euphoric. Euphoria isn't uncommon when the SSRIs start to work and the depression lifts. He was acting like a schoolboy in love. So you're afraid he's in love with a little girl? I'm afraid he's in love with Sarah Nelson. Wow. That's quite a leap. Aw, come on, Diane. You saw him in the ER after she disappeared. - How could he have taken her? - I don't know, but I do not believe that he would be this excited about having a relationship with an age-appropriate woman. You're an excellent therapist, but there are some things that make even the psychiatric community uncomfortable. Oh, this has nothing to do with finding *** to be repugnant or-- Okay, then maybe it's cognitive dissonance. What? You effectively accused him of taking Sarah, and you were wrong. Obviously, the guilt you feel over destroying the trust with a patient-- - it's overwhelming. - Wait. You're saying that I concocted this scenario where he took her to assuage my guilt about accusing him in the first place? I don't know. Did you? (Huffs) I wouldn't do that. Sheldon, your patient was suicidal and just came back into therapy. Your willingness to accuse him without any evidence-- it worries me. A little girl's life is at stake. I think this is about your life. Mark Twain. You're the tuxedo guy from the ER. Oh. Oh, you're the chocolate girl woman. I didn't recognize you. I had a wig on at the hospital, out in public, and listen, I was really rude the other day. No, it's fine. I understand. No, it's just, you know, I've bonded with people in this situation before, not here, but in chemo, and one day you show up, and she doesn't. And you really want to tell yourself that she's in remission and she's taking that trip to Paris that she's always dreamed of. But since you broke your own rules and got friendly, you're friends. So her husband calls you and tells you that she died. Well, I'm sorry. Me, too. So we can chitchat, 'cause it's weird to sit here and not say anything, but it doesn't go beyond that, okay? Nice weather, don't you think? Beautiful. (Door opens) (Man) Miranda? See ya. Yeah. (Whirring) (Man) Hold still. (Whirring continues) (Knock on door) Got a minute? (Exhales) No. I came to apologize. The cops made an arrest last night. The guy who took Sarah Nelson from the ER? It wasn't your patient. They found Sarah? Not yet, but they say it's only a matter of time. Who was it? Contract worker on the janitorial staff. Since he wasn't an actual hospital employee, it took a while to connect the dots. He's a registered sex offender. - They're sure it's him? - Sounds like it. I heard from a paramedic. He heard from a cop buddy. I was a jerk. I was out of line, and I'm sorry. No hard feelings? James, thank you. Thank you. (Door opens and closes) (Exhales deeply) You have to write "whole cumin"? I need whole cumin. Yeah, but why not just write "cumin"? You afraid you're gonna get to the spice aisle and see "cumin" on the list, and accidentally buy it ground? Well, I don't need ground cumin, I need whole cumin which is why I'm writing "whole cumin. " (Door opens) (Man) Miranda? (Whirring) (Nick) I thought about canceling today, 'cause I'm good. Really good. Why didn't you? You know things about me that no one else does. So sharing my happiness with anyone else, they don't Understand what it took for you to get there? Exactly. But you get it. What do you do? Guess. Oh, come I'm really bad at guessing. You can't be bad at guessing. It's not a skill. Just say random things. Okay. Musician? Yeah. I play and teach violin. How'd you guess that? You had a violin on your keychain. I saw it in your hand at the ER. That was ages ago. We didn't even know each other then. Well, paying attention to detail is an important part of my job. Which is? Psychiatrist. Oh. You take naps on your couch? You know, lately I do. My oncologist told me I'd be exhausted, but, uh It's like kindergarten, right? Well, I keep waiting for someone to bring me milk and cookies. (Door opens) (Man) Miranda? (Whirring) (Man) Hold still. I was thinking about what you said last week about discontinuing therapy, since you feel okay. I don't want to. I like coming here. It's just when I feel good, I can't help but wonder if it's a crutch. Well, you know, a lot of people have more difficulty handling happiness than trouble. They feel they haven't earned it. Oh, I-I get that. I mean, right now I have everything a normal person could ever want, you know? But given where we started, do I deserve it? Divorced, then briefly back together, but it it's done now. Mine asked me for a divorce in an e-mail. (Chuckles) I take it you don't miss him, then? Just sleeping next to him. He had a bad back, and he slept on his side facing out, and I'd sleep with my back next to his. Not quite touching, but close enough to feel warm. That part was nice. I don't miss my ex. She couldn't ever be still. It felt like we always had to be busy doing something, or she'd get bored. It's better to have someone you can just be alone with. Yeah. (Door opens) Miranda? (Fort Lean's "High Definition" playing) I didn't mind ♪ bodies in the road ♪ I was coming for you ♪ (Whirring) (Man) Hold still. I didn't know ♪ the forest was on fire ♪ I was coming for you ♪ _ (Nick) It hasn't happened yet. We're we're taking it slow, you know, physically. Which is okay, I guess. Well, there's no timetable. I mean, it's up to you and Alyssa and your respective comfort level. I'm nervous. I mean, I want to, you know get closer to her. But liking someone and being attracted to them is one thing, but sex just takes it to a whole different level. I was coming for you ♪ Intimacy comes in many forms, Nick. And our culture pressures people to believe that sex is the ultimate expression of love, but that's not always the case. And waiting until it's right and taking it slow, you know, that's that's healthy. I'd follow ♪ your footsteps ♪ here ♪ You have the most boring sock collection in the world. I made a decision not to let cancer change me, not even my socks. What does your shrink say about that? Every shrink has a shrink. We don't talk about my socks. Here's something I've never understood-- why do all psychiatrists take off the month of August? There must be a rash of suicides then. (Laughs) People can't just put their issues on hold. Cancer's not gonna go away for a month. You still need to discuss it. I take my vacation in May. And as for my cancer, I don't really discuss it with my therapist. So who do you talk to, then? Honestly? You. I don't want my colleagues to know what's going on. I don't want them to start looking at me like I'm just cancer guy. You understand. Yeah, I do. You know, every beginning violin student learns to play "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. " And at first, it's awful. And they play it over and over and over till I don't think I can listen one more time, and then it clicks. The finger placement, the pressure on the bow. One day it's noise, and then the next day, it's music. I love that moment. I'm really gonna miss that. You don't teach violin anymore? My cancer has metastasized. It's in my brain. So the radiation is just I promised my niece I would go to her college graduation. So I'm holding on as long as I can, but this is just delaying the inevitable. I'm terminal, Sheldon, (Voice breaks) so you should probably find someone else to talk to. (Door opens) Miranda? (Whirring) (Man) Hold still. Ugh. How am I gonna sign payroll next week? Need one of those astronaut pens that writes upside-down. Makes your head hurt, too. Mason tried laying like this on the sofa at home. Oh. How long did you make it? Ten minutes, then I thought my brains were gonna explode. (Laughs) Dad only made it five. Well, clearly, the man is weak. I'm gonna go to the vending machine. You guys want anything? - Mnh-mnh. - No, thank you. Hey. Come right back. How are you holding up? Ugh. How do you think? I'm already jumping out of my skin, it hasn't been that long. I got two more months laying here like a sack of potatoes. If I even think about getting up to pee, there's a whole chorus of "hold still," like the world's gonna come to an end if I move half an inch. It's no fun, Sheldon, staying in one spot, contemplating every bad thing that could happen on a continuous loop. It's oh, it's no fun. I get that. I do. Sheldon you have an abundance of empathy, but how could you possibly imagine what this is like? Well, this morning well, every morning for the past few weeks, I-I-- I've been going to the gym, and I use a stationary bike, and you know, you just don't get anywhere, no matter how hard you pedal. And I'm not losing any weight. I mean, look at me. So you do understand. You're right. I have no idea what this is like. But you're the strongest person I know. And just being around you, I I think it gives me strength, too. (Chuckles) You're late. Yeah. Traffic. So I was thinking of trying this lunch place down the street that has salads with really motivational names, like "you can conquer anything" and "it's never too late. " Let me know if it's any good. (Door opens) (Man) Miranda? (Whirring) (Clicks) (Man) Hold still. Why didn't you go to lunch with Miranda? Our friendship doesn't go outside that room. That's the rule. I think it's already outside that room, and you know it. She told me she's terminal. Aha. What "aha"? Not everyone has the strength of character to go through this with someone. At least that's what we discussed with Laura. Well, I'm not Laura. Laura was selfish. Or scared. Getting closer to someone who's sick is terrifying. No, it's not the same thing. Laura and I have a 20-year history. I met Miranda seven weeks ago. We spend five minutes a day together five days a week, and our-- our friendship is, uh three hours old. And yet, the experiences you're sharing-- that creates a deeper bond than you would normally have with someone you've known for three hours. I like her. But I I can't take the next step. Why? What are you afraid of? Everything. How are Ron and Dana? Imaginations are running wild. How could they not? The guy in custody had their daughter for how many days before he was arrested? I mean, if you think about what could have happened to her I don't wanna. Well, people are stronger than you think. And kids can survive most anything - if they get the right kind of help. - Well, to be helped, Sarah has to actually be found, you know, alive. And who's to say the guy in custody is even the one who took Sarah? (Cooper) The guy did it before. As far as I'm concerned, he should be tortured whether it helps find Sarah or not. - Oh, my God. - I'm serious. You know what? I got Mason, I got two on the way, I have a baby in the nicu who's never done anything to anybody. I have no sympathy for a ***. I'm sorry. I like Vigilante Coop. Where'd he come from? Vigilante Coop is just a guy who put a bid in on a house and then he checked the sex offender registry. You know how many live within a 5-mile radius of our dream house? Six. And those are just the ones that are registered. Four blocks away, there's a guy that did time - for *** penetration with a-- - Oh, stop. Stop, Coop. No, Cooper's right. It seems like there are more of them right now, but that's because people think it's okay to talk about it. They have a disease, they want our support, they want our help, they want us to tell them that God didn't make them wrong. But I mean, how can we do that? There's some maladies that are simply contrary to nature, and there are some people that no loving God would put on this earth unless it was to demonstrate to the rest of us that there was a limit to humanity and patience and compassion which further justifies my utter lack of faith. The only life some people deserve is a life sentence. And yet, we help them live freely, and while we do that, we're supposed to be able to sleep at night. Nick, are you all right? You know how you imagine something, and in the beginning it feels amazing, but then slowly, the reality sets in. It just isn't what you planned. Is this about Alyssa? I thought it was love. But real love that's supposed to grow, right, over time? (Exhales) One hopes. Well, it's not growing for me. She just doesn't seem happy, no matter what I do. Maybe this wasn't meant to be. Every relationship is exciting at the start. The person you're with is a blank canvas, and everything is new. Of course, the novelty fades, and sometimes you have to give that relationship time, you know, to-- to really know-- Maybe love just isn't in the cards for me. Nick, you're a young man. The search for the right woman Alyssa's not her. And, uh I don't wanna hurt her, but I think I have to end it. _ (Violin music playing) ♪ The Sarah Nelson case. I think you might have the wrong man in custody. Why would you say that? What do you have on your suspect? Well, he's a registered sex offender. Did it at least once before. Same type-- blonde, blue eyes they all have a type. Four witnesses put him in the emergency room mopping floors minutes before the girl went missing. And that was ten minutes after his shift was over. (Coffee pouring) That's evidence? Been a cop 30 years, Shelley. He's a lowlife, through and through. Yeah, but (Sighs) but he hasn't confessed. Why would he? We got him on felony possession of child *** and parole violation. He's not gonna add life on top of that just to help us with our investigation. (Exhales) All right. All right. I'm breaking protocol, I'm breaking probably the law, and I'm risking my I'm risking my license by saying this, but I count you as a friend, Joe. (Sets down mug) All right. I had a patient who was at the hospital that night, and I think he took Sarah. He has a history of *** urges toward children. - Has he said anything about the girl? - No, no, no. He's too smart. You know, he knows the rules. But he was in love with someone, and now he's having mood swings because it went bad, and I think if that someone is Sarah, he could be getting ready to hurt her. You're not giving me anything to go on here, Shelley. I can't bust down the door to a guy's house without probable cause. Joe, come on. I-I just have a feeling. A feeling? Now I know you're a shrink, but come on. She's out there. He could have her. He You have to do something. Look, the best we can hope now is to find her body so that the parents have something to bury. You can't give up on her. I'm sorry, Shelley. There's nothing I can do. (Telephone ringing in distance) Nick. Hey. Thanks for coming back so soon. I-I have to leave town next week, I wanted to make sure we didn't miss an appointment. - No problem. - Okay. So did you did you have any trouble getting here? (Elevator bell dings) 'Cause traffic can be heavy this time of day. No. No trouble at all. Well, why don't you wait in my office? And I'll, uh, I'll be right there. Sure. Okay. (Telephone rings) Could you please make this call in 15 minutes? Okay. It's important. Thank you. _ How's it going with Alyssa? Oh, the same. So you didn't end it? Not yet. (Inhales) (Exhales deeply) I'm sorry, but that couple in the lobby-- this is highly unprofessional, but I am I'm distracted. Why? Well, they were the parents of that little girl that went missing from the ER. - "Were"? - What? You said they "were" the parents of that missing girl, but - they're still her parents. - Well, not if she's dead. Well, yeah, but maybe she's okay. Maybe she's doing even better. How do you figure? I was there that night. Those parents are awful. Fighting like that in front of her? That's that's no way for a kid to live. Kids need to be loved. - Yes, they do. - Yeah. They absolutely do. So you think maybe she's still alive? Sarah? Yes. I do. I think she's okay. I can't sit home anymore and just wait. I can't do it. Well, I can't pretend that we never had a kid. That's not what I'm doing. Dana, this isn't helping. Please, why don't you tell me what's going on? We have to pay the mortgage. We have to eat. He went back to work. Our baby is missing, and he is treating it like it's a regular day. Right, but we have discussed this. Even though two people share the same loss, they may not experience or deal with grief the same way. Exactly. And for a few hours a day when I'm in court, I can forget. Well, I can't, and I won't. Dana, she's dead. What's wrong with you? How could you say that? I just needed to say it out loud. I can't walk around on eggshells anymore and pretend to hope. I I'm not hopeful. Dr. Turner, you are a mother. You tell him he is wrong. Well, we just we don't know. I know. A mother knows. Sarah is alive. I feel like there's something you're not telling me. What are you talking about? Your depression. I'm not depressed. I just said my relationship isn't working. Well, you came to me in the beginning because you wanted help, because you don't like what you are. What I am? You said that's not my fault. The urges aren't your fault, but acting on them would be. You'd be responsible for that. Are you accusing me of something? No. No, I'm just asking you to be honest, because our deal, after I saved your life, was no more secrets. I didn't ask you to save my life. You took a bottle of pills and came to my office, Nick-- a doctor's office. What did you think would happen? I thought I wouldn't be alone when I died. You know, the terms that we discussed for my continuing to help you-- the only requirement was your honesty. I've been honest. Who's Alyssa? The woman I've been seeing. Where's she from? Here. What does she do? She's, um a waitress. I don't have to keep answering these questions. Where does she live, Nick? Venice. Do you have a photograph? - No. - Not even on your phone? What color are her eyes? Are they blue? And her hair blonde, too, like Sarah? Because there is no Alyssa. It's only Sarah, and you took her. And that's how you know she's still alive. Sarah is dead, okay? And you keep encouraging her to hope, Dr. Turner. - It's gonna kill her. - I don't know that, Ron. - You don't know that. - They have the guy in custody. That's what the detective said. He's the guy. And if they didn't find Sarah after a couple of days, the odds that they were ever gonna find her alive-- The detective doesn't know our baby. He doesn't know us. It is just a job to him. He is on to the next case. We are the ones who are supposed to keep caring. I'm the only one caring! Dana, Ron cares. He cares. Of course I care! Do you even know what it means if she's alive? Do you know what that means, what he must have done to her? All those nights that you sat there taking pills, I was awake staring at the wall, and I couldn't stop imagining In your dreams, you could hear Sarah asking to bake cupcakes. But all I could hear was her screaming (Voice breaking) Screaming for daddy to come save her. I need to think that she's dead, Dana, because otherwise (Crying) Oh, my God, I can't even You are wrong. Her parents fought and she ran away, and when you left the ER that night, you found her outside, didn't you? You have no idea what you're talking about. She was upset, scared, probably hiding from the rain. I mean, what did you do? Did you charm her? Did you buy her something? How did you get her to go home with you? - You're crazy. - I get it, Nick. I do. You wanted to give her a better life. I mean, that's it, isn't it? Why would I keep coming here if I took her? That doesn't make any sense. Because you want to tell me. Just like you wanted to share your joy with me, and now you want to confess, because the urges, they got to be too much. You couldn't stop yourself. - You never thought you could help me. - But she doesn't love you. How could she? She's a child. And she doesn't want to be with you. And maybe you haven't been able to be a man with her. Maybe you couldn't perform, and maybe that's why you're depressed. God, you're guessing! You're you're guessing. You're making this up as you go along. You think you're so smart, but you don't know anything. You're powerless. You are powerless and weak. Where is she? I have no idea. Where is she?! I can't help you. - He's acutely suicidal and combative. - What the hell? He's paranoid and externalizing, - so expect accusations of persecution. - What are you talking about? Now he is sleep-deprived, so we'll need one-on-ones until he can be heavily sedated. (Clicking) Sedated? No, I'm not suicidal. I'm totally-- I'm fine. I'll follow up directly with the intake doctor. We're putting you on a 5150 psych hold, okay? It's for your own safety. No, no, you can't do this. I haven't done anything! It's gonna be okay, Nick. Shelley, I just did a double. I'm going home. My patient, Nick Calhoun, has Sarah. He took her and he has her at his house. So what changed since this morning, huh? You get some proof? No, I'm telling you I know. How? Did you see her at his house? Did he tell you that he has her? Yes. He told me. Nick confessed. You know where he is? He's 5150. You had him committed? He was in danger of hurting himself. - Or someone else. - Yes. That's probable cause. Let's go. Okay. (Door cracks, wood clatters) (Man) Living room clear! (Man) Kitchen clear! (Man) Bedroom clear! Shelley? She's here. She she has to be here. There's a basement. (Cracks) (Clatters) (Crying) (Lowered voice) She's under there. Find the lights. Hi, Sarah. My name is Sheldon. I'm here with the police. And we're-- we're gonna take you home, okay? Is he is he coming back? No. No, sweetie. You're-- you're safe now. Where's my mommy? They'll be here soon. Your mommy and daddy are on the way. It's gonna take a little while. So you you wanna come out? No. Okay. Okay. That's okay. You're not gonna leave me, are you? No. No, I'm gonna wait right here. I'll tell you what-- I'll-- I'll just put my hand right here, and if you need to, you can hold on to it. (Sniffles) You know, your mommy and daddy have been looking for you this whole time. I was bad. I ran away. No, no. That's-- that's okay. I'm scared. I want my mommy to sing to me. How 'bout if I sing to you until she gets here? Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪ how I wonder what you are ♪ up above the world so high ♪ like a diamond in the sky ♪ twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪ how I wonder what you are ♪ (Bonnie Raitt's "God Only Knows" playing) Darkness settles on the ground ♪ leaves the day stumbling blind ♪ coming to a quiet close ♪ and maybe just in time ♪ we've almost lost the heart to know ♪ how to keep our best in mind ♪ we've almost lost the heart to know ♪ how to keep our best in mind ♪ time has turned an angry face ♪ Oh, my God. I can't believe it. This whole time, she was less than a mile from here. You saved her. You found her. I should have found her months ago. We'll practice unforgivingly ♪ as if might and will make right ♪ or either one could make us free ♪ (Exhales deeply) As if might and will make right ♪ or either one could make us free ♪ (Gasps) Nice socks, Sheldon! You weren't here yesterday. Oh, yeah, my car was-- What are you doing? I want to see you-- here, outside of here. You light up this room, and I want that light everywhere I go, so I'm gonna take you to lunch, and then dinner, and lunch again tomorrow, and every day after that. So just say "yes. " Say you'll go out with me. Why aren't you saying "yes"? Just say "yes. " But, Sheldon, I'm dying. But I'll try to be your light ♪ Not today. In love ♪ pray that it's enough for now ♪ well, I'll try to be your light in love ♪ and I'll pray that is enough for now ♪