Picket Fences (1992–1996): Season 4, Episode 7 - Down the Tubes - full transcript

Why, Olaf. How are you?

Come on in and we’ll take a look
at that leg of yours.

I’m sorry, but if Olaf
has a broken leg,

how can he jump up on the table

and why would I be listening
to his chest?

Cut!

We are never
gonna get out of here.

[Jill] But shouldn’t
I look like a real doctor?

Okay. Jill. Um...

Listening through a stethoscope
sells doctor,

and that’s what we’re trying
to do here today, right?
Sell "doctor." But you...



If it makes you feel
more comfortable,

I’m sure that Olaf can cough
a few times, Liam?

Uh, yeah.

Okay, Barry...

I feel like an idiot.

Hey. Now.

[Liam] All right, this is it.
Let’s just shoot this puppy.
Action!

Why, Olaf. Hi, how are you?

‐[coughs]
‐Come on in.

We’ll take a look
at that leg of yours.

[coughing continues]

[chuckles] My God.

The man has tuberculosis.

‐Cut!
‐I can’t do this.



I’m not even sure
that I think it’s ethical
for physicians to advertise.

We have got to compete somehow.

And what we’ve got going for us
is our down‐home appeal.

Joey, if we’re gonna shoot
that porch segment,
we just gotta get moving.

‐The doorway segment?
‐Yes. It’s with the two of us

‐at the front door
of the clinic waving...
‐Oh...

You know, Carol,
she’s looking
a little bit shiny.

Over which you here come on home
to Joey and Jill.

Or Jill and Joey, whatever.

No. No. I’m not gonna do that.
Stop that.

‐Hon...
‐[sighs] Look, this whole
commercial was your idea.

I’m not gonna do it.
You star in it. I give you
my permission.

I’m gonna go
and be a real doctor
before I forget what it is.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Liam, bring in the actress.

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

[indistinct chattering]

[whistle blowing]

[explosion]

[sighs]

[sobs]

[groans]

[exhales]

Kenny!

Over here, Kenny.

Kenny, Kenny, right here,
right here, right here.
Kenny, over here.

[indistinct chattering]

[cheering]

Whoo! 14‐4.

Fourteen‐four. All right, Saul.

We’re animals!

‐Jimmy, you okay?
‐Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.

I’m open.

Oh, man.

Here we go, here we go.

All right, yeah! 15‐4.

‐All right, that’s game.
‐What are you talking
about game?

Game’s 21. Come on,
come on. Let’s play.

Jimmy, come on. You look beat.

Oh, no. I’m fine,
I’m fine, I’m fine.

You guys aren’t gonna quit
because of me now...

It’s over buddy.
Stick a fork in it.
You’re done, huh?

‐See you on Thursday, all right?
‐Yeah, see you.

I don’t know what happened.
I lost a step or two, I guess.

[chuckles] More like three.

Don’t worry, Jimmy.
You’ll get it back.

[exhales]

[Jill] All the way up
to the belly button.

All right. That’s right
on schedule for 20 weeks.

How are you feeling?

Great.

I haven’t thrown up
in three weeks.

Oh, that’s good [laughs]

Are you taking your vitamins?

Yeah.

And you’re feeling
the baby move?

All the time.

‐It feels like Mike Tyson.
‐[Jill chuckles]

Oh, I remember the first time
that I felt Matthew move,

I was taking my medical boards,

and I burst into tears
in front of a roomful
of residents.

I’m sure they thought
I was having some kind
of breakdown.

It all just suddenly
felt so real.

Exactly.

It’s incredible.

‐I’m really gonna have a baby?
‐Yup.

And it’s starting to become
pretty obvious to the rest
of the world too, Laurie.

It’s none of my business,
but how are you gonna
handle this,

all the questions, I mean?

People ask, I’ll tell them.

I’m not ashamed.

This is the most wonderful thing
that’s ever happened to me.

But it’s a small town
and people are bound to talk.

You’ve been divorced
for over a year.

Let them talk.

‐It’s nobody’s business
whose baby this is.
‐That’s right.

I wanna see you again
in a month.

Watch your salt.

[chuckles] Thanks, Jill.

[man] Case number 14739:

People v. Pratt.

[Henry] The venture would like
to acknowledge

the return of Mr. Littleton.

Your presence in this courtroom
has been keenly missed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

All right, let’s get to it.

[Littleton] Your Honor, ahem,

the defendant, Mr. Pratt,
is charged with, um,
stealing three bras...

two slips and 257 pairs
of women’s underwear

from Meters Quick and Dry
on Hazel Street.

My client vehemently denies
ever setting foot at
the Quick and Dry.

Furthermore,
Mr. Pratt is married.

If he needed women’s underpants,

he needed look no further
than his own bedroom.

Um, the underwear
in question, um...

I’m sorry, Your Honor.

[paper rustling]

Uh, the underwear
in question was found
in the defendant’s truck.

A plant by a jealous
business competitor.

The people are charging,
uh, Willard Pratt

with 262 counts of felony theft.

Felony?

[Henry] Pardon me, counselor,

but unless things
have changed around here,

filching undergarments
hardly constitutes a felony.

I’m‐I’m sorry, Your Honor.
I misspoke.

Uh, misdemeanor theft.
Misdemeanor.

Dr. Brock, I’ve been waiting
for over an hour.

Oh, Marjorie. I’m so sorry.
I’m gonna get to you
just as soon as I can.

Cecile, who is my next patient?

Don’t ask me. I’ve been
too busy trying to organize

this filing system you set up.

Excuse me?

Oh, your gynecologist called.

He’d like to confirm
your tubal ligation
next Thursday.

Cecile, next time write it down.
You don’t need to announce
my personal affairs

to the entire waiting room.

Lose the dog, Dave.
Simple as that.

You wanna get rid
of your allergies,
get rid of the dog.

Dr. Diamond, can I see you
in my office for a minute,
please?

[indistinct chattering]

It was my understanding
that Cecile’s job

is to pull the charts
and book the patients,

instead I have a roomful
of double‐booked patients
and no files.

Jill, Cecile is wonderful.
Trust me.

She’s been with me
for ten years.

You just have to let her do it
in her own way.

What way?

Look, this office was a mess.

It’s gonna take
more than three days
to straighten it out.

You’ll see Cecile is not so bad.

She just has a little problem
with authority.

‐Now what’s really
bothering you?
‐I told you.

I don’t like the way
the office is being run.

No, that’s not it.

[scoffs]

Okay. If you wanna talk,
you know where to find me.

Gotta go and see
my next patient.

Okay, Dale. You’re up.

[officer] Barry Bonds.

Ken Griffey, Jr.

Fielding or at the plate?

Jimmy.

Uh, Mickey Mantle.

Ever seen the guy play?

Oh, you mean the guy that died?
Before my time.

He was the best.
No contest there.

He’s gonna end up with more runs
than Mickey Mantle
ever dreamed of.

Those days.

Pitching was great every day.

[indistinct chattering]

Don’t look now, Jimmy,
but the mayor’s back

and she’s headed
right for your office.

She’s gonna get you
sooner or later.

Better later.

‐What am I missing?
‐You didn’t hear about it?

The other night
at the PTA auction,
Otto Behr pledged two grand

to see Jimmy and the mayor
polka together.

‐So?
‐So, it’s the polka skate again.

Ever seen anybody polka?

I’ve done it.
It’s kind of liberating.

I don’t polka.

Martha and I clogged.

Been taking lessons
for about a year now.

That’s a good workout.

Sure.

I grew up with Mickey Mantle.

He wasn’t supposed to die.

[boy] Hi, Mrs. Brock.
Is Zach ready?

‐Hi, Nick. [chuckles]
‐Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.

‐Be at five, feller.
Have a good time.
‐Give me a kiss, give me a kiss.

Oh, okay, okay.

He doesn’t need me anymore.

He doesn’t want you
kissing over him
in front of his friend.

That’s all.

Why didn’t we have another baby?

‐[exhales, chuckles]
‐I’m serious. Why didn’t we?

Jill, he’s only gonna be gone
for a night.

No, he’s gone already.

You didn’t want
any more kids, did you?

Is this gonna be
a serious discussion,

because if it is,
I’m gonna get a beer.

What’s wrong with you?

My need...

Yeah, it’s the basketball.

It’s not the basketball.
I just haven’t been
stretching enough.

‐Ow.
‐Jimmy, you’re too old
to be playing with those guys.

I saw Tim Shaheen the other day
popped his Achilles doing
exactly the same thing.

He’s gonna be in a cast
for six months.

Nah, I can still go full course.

You’re talking as though
I can’t do it anymore.

Jimmy, you’re 53 years old.

So? [sighs]

Yeah, you’re right.

You can have kids
until you’re 80.

Of course,
Susan Sarandon did it.

[liquid pouring]

Did what?

Had a baby when she was 45.

Not everybody can do that,
of course.

‐Are we talking about
having a baby?
‐No.

I examined Laurie Bey today.

I was remembering
what it’s like to be pregnant
with your first child.

It’s such a miracle.

Laurie Bey is pregnant?

Five months, Jimmy.
Isn’t it obvious?

What did she use
to call Matthew?

Pinto bean.

What are we talking about?

My tubal ligation, Jimmy.

Do you remember
that we talked about that?

I made an appointment
for next week.

Oh.

[sighs]

So, what’s the problem?

I always thought that
the possibility would be there.

And now it wont be.

Hey, Jimmy.
Why don’t you take up golf?

Then you can ride around
all day in a cart with old guys
and pee on the fairway.

[indistinct chattering]

[whistle blowing]

[explosion]

[sighs]

God.

[Jill] When did
the insomnia begin?

[Littleton] After
I got out of the hospital,
I... thought it was, um,

not the medication
they’ve given me for the pain,

but I don’t... I don’t know.

And tell me about the anxiety.

Is it something that you feel
primarily in relation to work,

or is it something
that’s there all the time?

I just... I don’t feel normal.

You know, maybe, I don’t know.
Maybe it’s this light,
these short days...

Just feels like
everything’s over.

Over? How?

I keep having
this... this dream.

You know, every night, uh...

My brother Dale. He’s about
12 years old in the dream

and he’s tossing
this football around.

And it just gets to me.

You know, his face.

John...

You’ve been through
a terrible ordeal.

Your brother’s death
and your injury,

you can’t push yourself
too much right now.

I know all that. I just...
I think if I could sleep,

you know, just get
a little sleep, I could deal
with this thing better.

And thank God Carol’s
at her grandmother’s.

‐I can barely take care
of myself right now.
‐[knocking on door]

Dr. Brock, your 10 o’clock
is here.

‐Thank you, Cecile.
‐And your 9:45.

And 9:30.

Cecile, I’m with a patient.

The next time you interrupt me,
the office better be
burning down.

[door closes]

Sorry, John.

You can’t dance the polka
unless you’re happy.

You know, the polka
is the state dance of Wisconsin,

and America’s
favorite fun dance.

If you can count to six,
you can do the polka.

Shall we begin?

‐So far so good.
‐Oh, look, I can’t dance.

Nonsense. Anybody can dance
to polka.

If you can walk
your two feet in here,
you can dance out.

And as a bonus, you get to hold
this lovely young lady
in your arms.

Can we just... get on with it?

[music playing]

‐Loud enough?
‐Uh‐huh.

You can hear that?

I can feel it.

[mumbles]

Ready? All right.
Now, just follow me.

It’s one, two, three,
and four, five, six.

On your toes.

Quick, quick, slow.
Quick, quick, slow.

Pick up the pace
and let’s all smile.

[giggles]

[Littleton] So...
[clears throat] Mrs. Timson,

where were you
on the night of October 12th?

At Meters Quick and Dry
on Hazel Street.

I do my laundry there
every Thursday night.

Fine. Um, did you notice
anything unusual that night?

Yes, I did.

There was a suspicious gentleman

lurking around
the change machine.

Mm‐hmm.

And can you describe him for us?

Uh‐huh.

Balding, all dressed up
business like.

Very conceited.

You know the type, "I love me.

I love me.
Got my picture on the shelf."

‐[laughs]
‐"I love me.

I love me. No one but myself."

Objection, Your Honor.
Irrelevant.

Sustained.

Ma’am, just answer the question.

‐And, Mr. Littleton...
‐Hmm.

...may I remind you
that you’re in a court of law.

Yes. I’m sorry, Your Honor.

Um, what happened next,
Mrs. Timson?

There was this college girl
doing her laundry.

When she went to the restroom,

I saw Baldy there do it.

[Littleton laughs]

[coughs]

Do what?

He snuck over to the dryer,
opened it right up,

snatched out all those
little fluffy panties,

stuffed them in his pants
and gallivant right out
the door.

[Littleton laughs]

I’m sorry, Your Honor.
I’m gonna need a moment.

[all laughing]

Recess. 15 minutes.

My chambers.

[bangs gavel]

Here, have some water.

You’re dehydrated. Drink.

[sighs]

I don’t know what happened
to me out there.

You came back too soon.

Grief takes time.

No good at work,
no good at home.

[Douglas] You need a vacation.

You know where you should go?

To Miami Beach.

He doesn’t need
Miami Beach, Doug.

He needs peace of mind.

John, what can we do for you?

You want another
leave of absence?

Someone to help you
with your caseload?

I need to go to Chicago.

Chicago? This time of the year?

I don’t know why, it’s just
this feeling that I have.

I‐I need to go home.

Well...

Go home if you need to.

Rome will be here
when you get back.

[polka music playing]

[laughing]

Whoo!

[whooping]

[laughing]

Oh, God.

Can we take a break?

[sighs]

‐One more time.
‐I’m not...

as young as you are.

Oh, it’s up here.

I have to go back to work.

Tomorrow?

Are you sure it won’t be
too much for you.

I’ve never felt better.

‐I don’t know. Five?
‐Five.

‐Five o’clock okay?
‐Five? Good.

‐Bye.
‐Bye.

[panting]

You know, I actually think

I’m not half bad at it.

The thing people don’t seem
to realize about the polka

is that it’s really
very... strenuous.

[exhales] You have to be
in good shape for it.

Huh.

[exhales]

Oh, look at that.

Can you believe
he’s 15 years old?

‐Oh, this is, uh, New Mexico,
isn’t it?
‐Mmm.

Yeah, you were...

you were so beautiful then.

What happened?

Honey, that’s not what I meant.

You’re even more beautiful‐‐

Oh, go take your shower. Go on.

Jill, if this whole
tube tying thing

is bothering you so much,
I don’t want you to do it.

Why aren’t you getting
a vasectomy, I forget?

Because you didn’t want me to.

No, no, because I knew
you couldn’t handle it.

And somebody’s got to take
the responsibility‐‐

Uh‐uh‐uh‐uh‐uh.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

You’re not gonna try
to make this my fault now.

We... we discussed it.
This was your idea.

I didn’t say anything about you
getting your tubes tied.

Tubal ligation, Jimmy.
Stop saying tubes tied.

It sounds like hog‐tied.

Besides after 20 years,
I’m tired of using
the diaphragm.

I am not going back on the pill.

And you’re the one
who’s always talking
about putting

the spontaneity back
in our sex life.

What sex life?

[exhales]

Oh, come on, Jill.

I’m taking a bath.

[Jimmy] Jill?

[door closes]

[Cecile] Dr. Diamond,
call for you on three.

[Dr. Joey] Thanks, Sugar.

‐[woman] Oh, finally.
‐[man] There she is.

[exhales]

You have four patients
that have been waiting
since 11 o’clock.

Cecile, I told you
I had a delivery this morning.

Why didn’t you reschedule
the early patients?

Dr. Diamond never
has me do that.

‐Well, next time ask me.
‐Yeah, I...

Yeah, sorry, Clay.
It’ll just be a little bit.

[buzzing]

‐Yes.
‐[Cecile] Mrs. Stump
is in your exam room.

‐She’s getting antsy
‐Okay. Okay.

‐Hi, Lucy.
‐Hi.

‐Hi, guys.
‐Jeffrey, stop that.

Oh, little Eric, huh?

Jeffrey, put that down, honey.

Well, let’s take a look at it.

‐It just hurts at night.
‐Oh.

‐[sneezes]
‐Oh.

‐And, uh, Jill.
‐Yeah?

‐The kids have all had
fevers this week.
‐Oh.

Do you mind looking at them too
since we’re here and all?

Sure.

[exhales]

Will you excuse me for a moment?

‐[gasps]
‐Tongue depressors.

Looks like you’re out.

You’re in charge
of restocking, Cecile.

You were ordering way too many.
They were being wasted.

‐They’re not meant to be
children’s toys.
‐Really?

And when you have a moment,
I’d like to talk to you

about your excessive use
of paper products.

Excessive use of paper products?

[Dr. Joey] 35 years old...

‐Here.
‐What’s this?

My patients, you can have them.
Each and every one of them.

The whole kit and caboodle,
they’re yours.

Yours and Cecile’s.

This whole thing,
this whole ridiculous
asinine partnership thing

was a mistake
from the get go. I quit!

You can’t quit.
We’re a partnership.

Then you know what?

I divorce you.

This isn’t my life.

What am I doing this for?
Who am I trying to impress? You?

A former topless dancer.

Medicine is a noble profession.

We are not selling ourselves
like two big car salesmen.

We’re not peddling knives,

or... or hors d’oeuvre makers,

or feminine hygiene products.

We are taking care of people.

So you just get over it,
Joanna Diamond, I’m out of here!

[door closes]

Are you sure you don’t want me
to get one of the neighbor boys
to go.

Yeah, Ma.
The walk will do me good.

John.

I almost had to catch myself
before I said

bring that brother
of yours home.

It’s okay.

Go inside before you catch
a cold, all right?

I’ll be right back.

[indistinct chattering]

[siren wailing]

[whistle blowing]

[boy] Hey, mister.
Come on, toss the ball.

[shouting]

[boy 2] I’m open. I’m open.

[shouting continues]

Jill?

I talked to Cecile about
the tongue depressor situation

and I want you to know that
you can have my entire box.

Um, I’ll just leave them
right here.

I know, I know,
something’s wrong.

Jill, I’m smoking
in your office.

Filterless. Menthol.

I’m getting my
tubes tied tomorrow.

Oh...

Wow.

And... this is a good thing?

[sighs]

I don’t know.

Beautiful.

Wonderful.

[knocking on door]

Jimmy, We got another
pickup game in an hour.

Atkinson’s out sick,

Nordree pulled a muscle
in his groin.

Wanna play?

Uh, thanks for asking, Kenny,

but I got
a lot of paperwork to do.

You let me know
next time though, okay?

Sure.

[chuckles]

[laughs]

Uh...

I like the way...

you... dance.

[inhales]

[piano instrumental playing]

Oh, I gotta go.

‐No, wait.
‐I can’t, I...

I need to be
somewhere else right now.

I’m sorry.

[music playing on TV]

[woman on TV] Yes.

I’ll arrange it.

Now, darling,
if you think it’s unwise,

I’ll understand.

[door opens]

‐[Jimmy] Jill?
‐[sighs]

Dinner’s on the stove,
we already ate.

Hey. How was your day?

‐What are you watching?
‐[woman on TV] Yes.

I love you, sweetie.

We have to talk, honey.

Oh, Jimmy. I got
that procedure tomorrow.

I’ve had a really rough day.
I just rather go to bed.

Now wait a minute,
wait a minute.
we haven’t even discuss it.

There’s nothing
to discuss, Jimmy.
I made a decision.

[exhales] I don’t know why
you’re gonna do something
if you don’t wanna do it.

Who says I don’t want to do it?
It makes perfect sense.

It’s just hard.

Stop trying to fix it, Jimmy.
There’s nothing to fix.

Well, what time
do we have to be there?

Don’t worry.
The surgery is at 1:00.
I’ll drive myself.

‐Why would you want to do that?
‐Jimmy! It’s no big deal.

They poke a couple of holes.
It’s over.

Honey, all I got is that dance
thing in the afternoon.

‐I don’t have to this.
‐Yes, you do.

It’s $2,000 the school needs.

I’ll take a cab home.

Wha... I’ll come
and pick you up.

Jimmy, I don’t want you to.

I wanna do this alone.

Well, let me know if...
you change your mind.

Good night, Jimmy.

[Dr. Joey] Hey, Jill?

Weren’t you gonna have surgery
this morning?

No, that’s this afternoon.

I’m just gonna clean up
a few things.

‐Jimmy gonna take you?
‐No...

He’s got a polka with the mayor.

Oh.

I got to go to the hospital
this afternoon. You want a lift?

Oh, no, no,
I wouldn’t want to put you out.

No, I gotta induce
Lisa Deal anyway.

I’ll take you. Just let me know
when you’re ready to go.

Okay, thank you.

Oh, um...

By the way, I fired Cecile.

No, I thought she’d been
with you for ten years.

Yeah.

She was always a bitch.

[chuckles]

So anyway,
that’s when I looked up,

and it was right there
in letters two feet high.

For God’s sake, John. What?

The Center for Law
and Community Action.

They do pro bono work
for people in the community.

So in your dream,

you saw your brother

sitting on the steps of...

The Center for Law
and Community Action.

But I didn’t know it
until I went back
to the old neighborhood.

You know, when I was growing up,
it was a church.

Anyway, I walk in there
and I talked to
the executive director.

And it seems, um, they’ve been
short of staff attorney
for some months.

Nobody wants the job.

The pay’s lousy.
It’s not in the best
of neighborhoods.

Not all that prestigious.

So, uh...

I took it. [chuckles]

Just like that.
Starting next week.

Just like that, huh, John?

Well, I’m all for spontaneity.

But let’s not go off
half cocked, huh?

But don’t you see it judge?

I mean nothing has been right
for me since my brother died.

Dale...

He didn’t always have
the best judgment in the world,

but, uh, he was right
about one thing,

me being a DA here in Rome.
That’s... that’s not who I am.

And as pragmatic as I am,

I can’t deny the fact
that that dream

is the reason I ended up
on the steps of that building.

You know, it led me there.

No, I have to do this now.

It has been a privilege
working with you, Henry,

but, uh... I’m going home.

I’m gonna miss you.

Okay.

Let’s go.

What?

What is your problem?

Can we go somewhere?

Mmm, I thought
we were going to the hospital.

Somewhere else?

Like where?

Anywhere you pick.

[keys jiggling]

Okay.

I’ve got a place.

Willkommen!

Welcome, my friends,
to the 13th annual

Bear Beer Polka Fest!

[cheers and applause]

Okay, Karl, hit it
with your best shot!

[polka music playing]

[cheers and applause]

Oh, that is much better.

Yes. Much, much better.

[chuckles]

Do you come here often?

This place I’ve only
come through a couple of times.

But, you know,
I’ve been doing this
since I was a kid in Philly.

‐Interesting.
‐Yeah.

The way I see it,

hair... makes the woman.

I mean look at you.

You’re mysterious.
You’re dangerous.

Tired, middle aged.

No, Jill. That is not
how we play the game.

You have got to learn to let go.

Please, please, please.

Thank you. Thank you, everybody.

Give us a little
room here, please.

Yeah, make way. Thank you.

And now, ladies and gentlemen...

‐You ready?
‐...the moment
we’ve all been waiting for.

The beautiful mayor

and the stalwart sheriff

for a trip
to the light fantastic

and earn $2,000

for Rome High’s
new computer lab,

proving that you can teach
an old dog new tricks.

‐[cheers and applause]
‐Let’s give them a hand,
ladies and gentlemen.

Whoo!

Now this...

is the hair I always wanted.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

You know, I really don’t want
another child.

Oh, God, I hope not.

I just don’t want to be a woman
who has gone past all that.

But, Jill, we’re not talking
about menopause here.

I know, but...

[sighs]

...I still see myself as 25.

My whole life in front of me
full of possibilities.

And then I realize this is it.

This is my life.

I’m married.
I have three children.

I’m partners with a crazy woman
who does ridiculous commercials.

This is it.

I can never go back
and start over.

Who would want to?

I know.

I don’t know
where I go from here.

Newsflash, Jill,
none of us does.

It sort of built into
the system.

It keeps things exciting,
keeps us guessing.

Well, I know one thing
I’m never gonna be
a platinum blonde.

Ah, yes, but you could be
and that’s the beauty
of this place.

Okay.

Let’s go.

To the hospital?

What the hell?

[music playing]

[cheers and applause]

Hi.

‐May I?
‐[mumbling]

Uh...

I owe you an apology.

Last night, I, uh...

I’m sorry.

I didn’t know how to tell you...

how I feel.

[mumbling] What?

[chuckles]

Oh, boy.

You know, Mickey Mantle’s father
died young. Hodgkin’s disease.

It killed all the Mantle men.

And then Mick lived
every day of his life thinking
it was gonna get him too.

So he didn’t let
anything stop him.

He did what he wanted.

Damn the consequences.

Until the end.

Last night, I was ready
to let go of everything.

Damn the consequences.

Look, I never imagined...

You’re one hell
of a dancer, Sheriff.

♪ Some people remember
The first time ♪

♪ Some can’t forget
The last... ♪

Okay, let’s stop here
for your post op instructions.

If you have any problems,
you’ll need to call the doctor.

I bet you know all that.

Eva, would you call me a cab?

Oh, sure.

♪ It’s a song that you danced
To in high school ♪

♪ It’s a moon
You tried to bring down ♪

♪ On a four‐in‐the‐morning
Drive ♪

♪ Through the streets of town ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ It’s getting late now ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Take my hand ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ You just have to whisper ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ I will understand ♪

[sobs]

♪ It’s a photograph
Taken in Paris ♪

♪ At the end of the honeymoon ♪

♪ Now you’re older
Than they were then ♪

♪ That summer night ♪

♪ It’s a need
You never get used to ♪

♪ So fierce and so confused ♪

♪ It’s a loss
You never get over ♪

♪ The first time you lose ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ It’s getting late now ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Take my hand ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ You just have to whisper ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]