Chasing Life (2014–2015): Season 2, Episode 13 - La Dolce Vita - full transcript

Previously on Chasing Life...

I don't want to make you sicker.

Can we just pretend that I'm not?

Dominic still has feelings for me.

I want to tell him to just wait for me.

So selfish, though.

The reason why I've been
so sick and emotional is...

- Josh junior?
- Or Graham junior.

Very funny, using the name Chasing Life

when you know there's a book already
being shopped around with that title.

Do you know who's trying to sell the book?



Olivia Ortiz.

April.

Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

It's okay.

I should probably get up.

I couldn't sleep last night.

You know, you don't have to worry
about coming with me this morning.

Oh, my God. No.

No, I am absolutely coming with you.

Give me two minutes.

- Were you working on your memoir?
- Yeah.

It's... it's a good distraction. I just...

I don't know. I thought I'd be
done with my outline by now, but...

You know, the big question is...



How's it all gonna end, you know?

What's my final chapter?

Well, you've got a lot on your mind,

you know, with Natalie and her
mom trying to sell your dad's book.

Stop. I'm not thinking
about that right now.

- This isn't about me.
- I'd rather it'd be about you.

It's gonna be okay.

Ready to go see a doctor about a baby?

No, no, no, I'm sorry.

This can't be the only way to take blood.

It's the 21st century for God's sakes.

How do you do this all the time?

Well, because you're usually with me.

Well, no offense, but maybe it doesn't work

- the other way around.
- Okay, just give me a second here.

Let me try something. Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it. Stick her.

Hold it. Hold it.

Holding it. Now let it out. Let it out.

Breathe out slowly. Breathe out.

Slowly let it out.

Good girl. Almost done.

Ooh! My pain threshold is so low, April.

- I can't have a baby!
- Almost done.

You did it. You're good.

- Thank you.
- She was so good. She was great.

Oh God.

- Morning, Beth.
- Hi.

So, we should have your blood test results

back in a few days,

but based on your exam
and last menstrual cycle,

I'm guessing you're
about six weeks pregnant.

Six weeks. That means it's Josh.

Josh, the Pharkas pharmaceutical rep

is the father of my baby.

And he is a stand-up guy.

You guys are gonna get
through this together.

This is your fault!

If you hadn't have asked
me to go out with him

and then fall in pre-love,

- none of this would've happened!
- All right, all right.

Let's just... let's calm down.
You're feeling for two now.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm guessing this wasn't planned?

Oh, really?

Wow. Clearly you've done this before.

Well, you have time to
think about your options.

Do you have any questions?

Just one. What do I do?

_

Once we heard Olivia put
the manuscript on the market,

April asked her agent for a full copy.

The parallels to Dad's life only get deeper

in the second half.

To avoid Russian capture,
Timothy asks his confidant

to help plan his suicide to
make it look like an accident.

It's still just fiction.

Who cares what Olivia does with it?

Well, the fact that they're shopping
around his final, unpublished manuscript

is scandalous enough to drag
all of you through the mud.

It would only take a rookie
reporter a little bit of digging

to see the similarities to Dad's death.

And Florida's not a right-to-die state,

so there could be a criminal investigation.

But the Ortizes can't publish
this without your consent, right?

That's probably why they want to see
me and Thomas's attorney tomorrow.

Natalie's our sister.

She wouldn't do anything
to intentionally hurt us.

She's obviously upset about Dad's
complete disregard for her and her mom.

I'm sure she's already told
Olivia the truth about Dad's death.

Well, don't worry. I'm going to
take care of this myself tomorrow.

Not alone, you won't.

Taking care of things yourself

got us into this situation,

and I'm not gonna let that happen again.

- I'm coming with you.
- I'll go, too.

Try and reason with Natalie.

Now that we know all your secrets,

we're all in this together,
whether we like it or not.

It's going great. Really.
Just moving right along.

- That's great.
- I know. So great.

Well, I mean there's been
some static, you know,

just with family stuff, but my
outline's basically finished.

That's good, because... I
don't want to freak you out,

but the publisher needs to
see something in two weeks.

Why would that freak me out?

They want to capitalize on
the publicity from The Post,

so we have to strike while the iron's hot.

Okay, the truth is...

I'm struggling, creatively.

I... I can help brainstorm.

What did your dad do in these situations?

He had a writer's retreat in Florida,

which honestly yielded
a mixed bag of results.

But that's a great idea.

You should get out of your element,
avoid static, get inspired somewhere else.

Because honestly, the clock's
ticking for both of us.

Yeah!

Now give me that "A" chord again.

Here and here.

Oh, no. What happened?

Oh, yeah. Alright, you're a little off

for the forth string. Here.

Try this. One, two, three, and...

- Uh, try that.
- Okay.

- Umm...
- Yeah.

Better.

See? I told you. You can do anything.

Well, I can't do everything,

and right now, it feels like I have to.

You know, between being there
for my family and for Beth,

I have no idea how I'm ever
gonna finish my outline.

Don't beat yourself up for
getting stuck on your book.

Well, hopefully I'm not stuck for long,

because I decided I'm going to Italy.

- No way!
- Yeah.

- Wow.
- And Beth's coming.

I'm just gonna get away and get inspired.

You know, focus on my outline

away from all the
obligations I have in Boston.

I've always wanted to go.

And I still have the
tickets from the honeymoon

I never got to take with Leo, so...

Well, we should all get
together before you go.

Grill some burgers, get
as much American cuisine in

before it's nothing but pasta and gelato.

I'd love that.

And we can celebrate my big news, too.

Looks like my mom found
a buyer for the house.

Really?

Oh. I was kinda pulling for that place.

Me too.

But it's for the best.

So, where does that leave Boston?

Maybe me leaving it.

By signing this document, George
will provide Natalie Ortiz,

Thomas Carver's daughter and heir,

with exclusive publishing
rights to his final manuscript

and any profits that said book earns.

I'm not signing it. It's
not what Thomas wanted.

- I'm sorry.
- I was under the impression

that both parties had agreed to the terms

and that this was merely a formality.

Publication is not an option, Olivia.

Thomas provided for you
and Natalie in his will.

That was before new
information came to light.

Look, I represent Thomas's estate

and this sound personal,

so I'm going to leave you to
discuss this amongst yourselves.

Natalie, I understand why you're upset,

but I wish you would've talked to us

before getting publishers
and lawyers involved.

You're lucky we're not getting
homicide detectives involved, too.

Did you honestly think I
wouldn't tell my own mom?

- That my uncle killed my dad?
- He didn't kill him.

No, he just let him die.

You had no right to do that, George.

We should've known that Thomas was sick.

We could've pushed to get him some help.

Thomas didn't tell us he was sick either.

And this book coming out, Olivia, isn't
just going to hurt George or Thomas,

- it's going to hurt all of us.
- So what?

I did what my brother wanted me to do.

And the night he died, I
did what you wanted me to do.

Remember?

- George?
- After Thomas's accident,

George told me to tell the police
that he was the one driving.

He said Thomas was drunk,
and that if anyone found out,

it would tarnish his reputation

and that Natalie would forever
remember her father as a reckless drunk.

But that's not why George told me to lie.

I lied so that Thomas's real family

would be taken care of.

We deserve to be taken care of, too.

Either George signs over
the rights to Natalie

or I'm going to go to the police,
and I am going to tell them

that you forced me to
lie the night Thomas died.

The choice is yours.

I'm guessing the meeting with
the lawyer didn't go well.

Unless you consider blackmail going well.

If Uncle George doesn't
sign over the manuscript,

Olivia's gonna go to the police
and tell them he had her lie

- the night Dad died.
- What?

It was over three years ago, and I
was just trying to protect my family.

You know, for somebody who's
constantly trying to protect us,

you get us into an awful lot of trouble.

Well, either way, Natalie
would never let Olivia do that.

I know this is hard for
you, Brenna, but she would.

She is.

I thought we could trust her.

- Oh, my God.
- What's wrong?

It's Finn. He's really sick.

- They're taking him to the hospital.
- Oh, honey. I'm so sorry.

- What could it be?
- Probably

complications from his graft-versus-host.

Tell his mom to take him to Mass Medical,

and ask for Dr. Lasky. I'll call him.

And if we leave now, we
can be right behind him.

Okay. Thank you.

We'll talk about this later, all right?

I shouldn't have booked this trip to Italy.

The timing couldn't be worse.

- I can't leave you guys now.
- No, no.

Grandma said the same thing about Sedona,

and you told her to go. And now
I'm telling you the same thing.

You've dealt with enough
this year as it is.

You deserve this trip and you're
gonna get on that airplane.

I really tried to sneak you
in some pickle chips, but...

Your nurse was for sure, like,
a police dog in a past life.

She sniffed them out from a mile away.

Oh, give Janette a break.

Her last patient didn't understand
the concept of a bedpan, so...

Should I get someone?

No, no. I'm fine.

So you said that you have the flu?

Yeah.

Do you remember what we did?

You know...

- After junior ball...
- It'd be a weird thing to forget.

Do you think that that's what got you sick?

Like, you're like this because of me?

I don't know.

Well, maybe we just...

Go back to full Bella and Edward.

It'll be like a long-distance relationship

for a while, and... if that gets hard,

sexting's always on the table.

I don't think that's gonna work.

Well, I was totally kidding
about the sexting thing.

Being with you is all I can think about.

And it can't be.

I have to focus on getting better.

Oh.

Of course. You're... you're right.

I really like you, but...

Maybe this isn't meant to be.

Brenna, you wanna wait outside?

Easy breaths.

It's okay. It's...

Hey, Josh. I'm pregnant.

What do you think, Dom?
From a guy's perspective.

Maybe ease into the
conversation a little more?

Your direct approach is
the way to go. Trust me.

We both know April's never been
great at delivering big news, so...

Oh. Glad we can joke about that now.

- Took us long enough, right?
- Okay,

back to Beth-ville, please, all right?

I am so tempted to just,
God, just play some Enya

and unwind with a bottle of Shiraz.

- Well, you should probably avoid alcohol.
- Yes, I know, Dominic.

There are probably a lot of things
that I should avoid while pregnant,

like... oh, I don't know... maybe
quitting my job to build my own empire!

Shh!

Do you think that's him?

- Should I pretend I'm not home?
- You can't avoid him forever.

All right.

Oh, my God. Natalie, I am so glad it's you.

Come on.

- It's so good to see you.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry for just bailing like that.

Oh, don't worry. We're good.

Who wants... water?

Can we talk?

Look, we've been through a lot together,

and you know I'll always be your
donor, but I need you to understand

I have to publish this manuscript.

But you're compromising
us at the same time!

I get that you're upset,
but you can't just...

You don't! You can't.

You don't know what it's like to constantly
feel like someone's second choice.

I deserve this opportunity, April.

You can't go through with this and expect
my whole family just to get over it.

Especially Brenna.

- Is she okay?
- She feels betrayed by her sister.

Can you blame her?

Dammit.

_

No.

April, how you been feeling?

Cancery?

Okay, look, you guys know something.

Don't be shy. We're all grown-ups here.

Your counts took a steep dive, April.

Thus the bleeding.

I've been feeling a little off
lately. I hoped it was just stress.

Because our trial isn't working,

it's unlikely that staying on
it will yield any real results.

I'm so sorry.

0 for 2, but third time's a charm, right?

What's next?

Since chemo and the other
trials haven't been effective,

you could look into
options other than treatment

as a way to help you enjoy the
rest of your days comfortably.

The rest of my days?

The rest of my days? Is this it?

A quality-versus-quantity conversation?

- Are we there already?
- No, we are not. No.

April is not giving
up. She's not a quitter.

Well, neither are all the other patients
who feel that aggressive treatments

are no longer worth the pain
and effort it can cost them.

Our trial is one of the more invasive ones,

and I personally make it
a point to give my patients

- all their options.
- Well, she's not your patient,

so thank you.

- April.
- Mmm?

There are other trials, and if need be,

we can still do the transplant.

With active cancer?

Getting rid of it would've been ideal,

but it's still a very real option.

What are you doing here?

You haven't responded to any of my texts.

- And?
- Look, I don't

want what's going onbetween our
families to mess up things with us.

I'm still your big sister.

Okay, if you think that you're
being a big sister right now,

you have the concept totally twisted.

My big sister is someone who

looks out for me,

and someone that I can look up to,

someone who I can talk
to after getting dumped.

- Wait, who dumped you?
- No. You don't get

to know about my life anymore.

I'm sorry, Brenna, but I'm
sick of being the invisible one.

Hey, you were the one who taught me

that I was more than
everyone else's opinion of me.

Why can't you see that you are too?

- It's not that easy.
- Of course not!

That's why you have sisters to fall back on

when things get hard.

Sisters who always believed
that you were good enough.

I've been thinking.

Maybe we should get a lawyer,

see what they would suggest we do.

I've been...

Doing some thinking, too, and...

It just might be best if I go
to the police and come clean...

- About everything.
- You could lose your license.

- You could go to prison.
- I just can't stomach the idea

of putting you and the
girls through any more pain.

Cleaning up this mess alone is...

Is all I know. Even when I was with Mae

and even when I was with you...

There was a still a part of me that
was always alone with these secrets.

Well...

You're not alone anymore.

We're here, George.

And we're gonna get through
this together as a family.

What's going on here?

We have to make a decision
about Dad's manuscript together.

Natalie came by my school today.

She seemed pretty determined.

Well, Olivia has power over all of us,

because she's holding
the police over my head.

The only way to change that is if I go
to the authorities and tell the truth.

Maybe you just sign the documents.

I mean, we give 'em what they
want and hope for the best.

No, we're finding another way.

I don't know that there is another way.

I'm not sure that this
is a fight we can win.

Well, we have to try.

Last night I got a paper cut
that wouldn't stop bleeding,

and this morning I found out that
my clinical trial isn't working.

- Oh, April.
- It's okay.

I'm gonna get through this.

As soon as I'm back from Italy,
once I've cleansed my system,

from this last trial...

I'm gonna fight for my life,

because that's what I do.

And that's what we do. We fight.

We're not gonna let Olivia
and Natalie publish this book,

we're not gonna let
Uncle George go to jail,

we're not gonna let Dad's
secrets take us down.

We're gonna fight this.

And we're gonna win.

Two girls heading off to Italy alone.

- Sounds like a movie.
- Where they discover love?

- Oh. And themselves?
- Mmm.

Maybe a German scientist who wants
to turn them into a human centipede.

- Watch your backs.
- Don't even joke.

Safe travels.

Oh. Babe, you're empty.

- Here, take mine. I'll grab another.
- Thanks.

Last chance for all-American
burgers for a while.

Yes, please.

I give this plant any more
beer, it's gonna start swearing.

- Oh, my gosh, just tell him.
- Tell who what?

Tell you that... My
ex-boyfriend lives here too.

Oh. It's a good thing
he's not here tonight.

- Might get territorial.
- Great.

Who's hungry?

Oh. I'll be right back.

I got it!

Hey, Bren.

Uh... are you gonna invite me in?

Yeah!

Oh, my God.

I can't believe you're here. I
didn't even know you were in town.

Well, my dad had some business in the city,

and you have been a little radio silent,

so I thought I'd surprise
you, see how you've been.

- Honestly, I've been better.
- I thought so.

Last text I got from you, there
was some family stuff going on?

Yeah.

I saw your junior ball photos.

- You looked gorgeous.
- Thanks.

Beth designed my dress.

A way better experience than last
year's fashion show from hell.

Oh, God, I still get P.T.S.D. flashbacks

any time I see floral print.

Mm-hmm.

So who is that guy you went with?

- The one in the SARS mask.
- Oh, Finn?

He's just a friend.

So, what's new with you?
How long are you here?

Well, we're here a
couple of days... for now.

- For now?
- My dad missed the city,

so we're actually moving back

to Beacon Hill.

Hey, neighbor.

Someone's in here.

Wow. I like drunk Beth.

It's a small space, but
we're a creative couple.

I'm definitely not here for sex,

- and... I'm not drunk.
- After five beers?

Josh...

I... do you remember
that episode of Friends?

- The one with the embryos?
- No.

Okay, what about the
episode of Will & Grace,

you know, where Grace races across
Central Park with Will's sperm?

- Uh...
- No. What about the Saved by the Bell,

you know, where Zack gets trapped in
the elevator with Mr. Belding's wife?

Yes, that was the
earthquake episode, right?

That was so cheesy. All they did
was shake the camera, remember?

Someone's waiting out here!

Gonna have to hold it, Gupta!

I'm pregnant.

Gotta go, gotta go!

Are you sure?

But you just drank like five beers.

I didn't drink them. I used
them to water the ficus, to...

To buy myself time to tell you.

What are you thinking?

Still processing.

Could you process faster please, because
I have no idea what you're thinking.

I mean, if you don't
want to be bothered, I...

No. God, it's...

It's not that at all, and I'm sorry.

Whatever you wanna do...

I'll be with you every
single step of the way.

Thank you.

You know, I still wanna go to
Italy, you know, weigh my options,

and we can just decide when I get back.

I'll be waiting here when you do.

Leave if you don't want to see me pee.

You're leaving tomorrow and you
don't know where your passport is?

I'm pretty sure it's at my mom's house.

I'll find it.

Wow.

Every day really is an adventure for you.

Can't knock adventure.

Didn't you love performing for the kids?

You've shown me how great
it is to take big risks.

Guess that's why I'm thinking of moving.

Try something crazy.

It's kind of sad to think
about you not living here.

You've had some big
memories in this apartment.

- Eating a pot cookie, coming here.
- Mm-hmm.

Taking E, coming here.

Yeah.

Well, it wasn't the
apartment I was coming to.

Wow. What happened to this party, huh?

It's after 2:00.

Dom, Danny told me that...

You might still have feelings for me.

Why are you bringing this up?

If I die tomorrow, I...

I don't wanna regret not
talking to you about this.

Stop. I don't wanna be
your adventure right now.

And I want you to know that I
still have feelings for you, too.

Sorry.

I know you're not over Leo...

And I accept that.

I'm trying to move on.

Maybe just because two
people want the same thing,

it doesn't mean that they
live happily ever after.

And you're not gonna die.

You're gonna go to Italy and you're
gonna come back here and get well.

It's always been hard, Dom.

This time, this next battle,

it's gonna be harder.

I can feel it.

I just... I didn't want to leave
and not tell you how I felt.

- Ap...
- No, I'm sorry.

I gotta go, but thank
you for an amazing night

and for everything.

- This isn't the document we gave you.
- It's a cease and desist letter.

You and Natalie are barred
from publishing Thomas's book

or sending it to anyone at all.

- Legal action will be taken if you do.
- I'll go to the police, George.

You go ahead and you tell them your story,

'cause that's all it
will be to them, a story,

and I will deny everything you say.

It's time to drop this craziness
before any real damage gets done.

And you don't think Natalie's
been damaged by all this?

You are doing more harm by
encouraging this revenge...

over something that happened so long ago.

- What's going on?
- They're trying to stop us

from going to the police,
but we're not backing down.

- I've been too nice for too long.
- When were you nice, Olivia?

When you blackmailed my family

- or when you slept with my husband?
- Stop!

Please.

I'm done, Mom.

- We need to let this go.
- We can win this.

It's not about winning anymore.

Going further will only
keep this awful feud alive.

I can't do it.

I'm more than a side character
in the Thomas Carver story.

We both are.

And the only way we can prove
that to ourselves and to them

is by breaking the cycle.

I want you to be happy.

Then please do this for me.

- Any luck?
- Nothing yet.

You are just gonna have such a good time.

It's a lot easier leaving
knowing that things

with Natalie and Olivia are resolved.

Yeah, Natalie really stepped up,

realizing that all this fighting is

not worth the pain it's causing.

I was really proud of her.

I found it!

Look out, Italy.

And don't forget...

The terrace of campidoglio...

At sunset.

It will change your life.

So, did you say goodbye
to Dominic last night?

Yeah.

Maybe for good.

Truthfully, I don't know if
I'll ever get over Leo, Mom.

You know, honey, I loved Leo.

He was so charming and grand.

And your relationship was epic.

But take it from someone who
married charming and grand

and tried to live an epic life...

sometimes the guy who sticks by you,

the guy who never gives up,

is the guy you should build a life with.

Hey, I called your cab.

Did you forget something?

April, we are about to
take an incredible vacation,

so vacate.

We're gonna be back soon, all right?

To the airport, and step on it!

Wait!

Hey, Dom. Please don't make us late.

We'll be quick. What are you doing here?

When one of us leaves the
country, things tend to go badly,

so I need to ask this before you go.

Ask what?

We're not done, are we?

I mean, I keep thinking about
what you said last night.

And I just wanna know...
There's still hope, right?

Our story isn't over, is it?

I don't know about hope or the future.

- All I can think about is right now.

And right now...

Come with us.

- To Italy?
- Yeah!

We can swing by your place
on the way to the airport,

you can grab your passport, and pack a bag,

and just go.

Aprile Carvieri!

I refuse to be in one more
selfie unless you take it.

Dom doesn't understand
my angles like you do.

Say no more.

Help.

- Come on.
- Okay.

All right.

See? Good angles.

- Oh, cute.
- That's great.

We should grab food before the riposo,

when everything closes down for
a few hours in the afternoon...

- cafes, gelaterias...
- Wait, they close the gelaterias?

Okay, I gotta go. Excuse me.

So, is Rome as inspiring
as you hoped it would be?

It's better.

You know, just being away from Boston,

the syringes, and the IVs
that come along with it,

has been... life-changing.

Endless wine and pasta will do that.

That too.

It's just this city,
being here with Beth and...

Being here with you.

I can't believe I'm here.

Hey, you remember that 37 regrets list?

I was looking at it, just going over
all the things I'd regret not doing.

I was so scared that
cancer would prevent me

from checking off that last regret.

Looks like you've done most of them.

No, I've done all of them.

Everything I wanted to do.

Think about how many new
lists you're gonna write

when you get back to Boston
and we get you better.

Right.

- Oh, hey.
- Oh, my God.

Beth, you've got a little gelato... here.

What? Hmm?

Ah. Where are you off to so dressed up?

Just a sexy evening at the new
England aquarium with Greer.

Well, I'm not sure pickle
breath is such a good idea

if you're gonna see a former lover.

As your niece, I'm gonna have to ask you

to never use the phrase "former lover"

in casual conversation ever again.

- Is something wrong?
- I just got my six-month update

on my stem-cell donation.

My recipient is still alive.

He's a 17-year-old male in Boston...

And he has lymphoma.

Do you think... no.

Does that mean that... no.

- No, there's no way that I'm...
- Finn's donor?

I don't know.

I mean, the odds are pretty impossible.

Well, you know...

Most donors...

Never get to see the gift of
life they give their recipients.

Maybe you got to witness it firsthand.

It's almost like it was meant to be.

I have to go.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Well, she's in a hurry.

- Is she going to see Greer?
- I am not sure.

Mom? Uncle George?

George Carver? We'd like
to ask you a few questions.

Okay, we're lost.

- All right. Mr. Italian, go save us.
- All right. I'm on it.

Wow.

You know, we've only been
here a few days and...

God, it can really have an effect on you.

I haven't traveled as much as you have,

but I definitely see what you mean.

I was looking at my
passport on the way here,

and I've seen so much of the world,

and you know, it was probably mostly
because my mom didn't get to travel.

She was so tied down to raising us,

and I swore I would never
do that, and yet, here I am.

You know it doesn't have to be like that.

Yeah, I know. And you know
I'm not judgey about abortion,

but I've spent the past year
looking at life differently

because of how you have to
fight for yours every single day.

Well, there's no easy decision, is there?

There isn't.

But... I've decided.

I guess I've always known. I
just had to prepare myself for it.

You wanna split a bottle of Montepulciano?

Yes, please.

God, it's so beautiful.

Thanks.

I could die here.

Literally.

That call earlier was Dr. Hamburg.

And it looks like,
given my genome sampling,

we might've run out of luck
with existing clinical trials.

She wants to schedule a
transplant as soon as I'm home.

It's a last-ditch effort.

If it could keep you alive,
that's what we do. We have to.

Do we?

Being here, I've realized
what my final chapter is.

We're in it. It's this.

I don't want to go home
and have a transplant

that could kill me slowly
in front of my family

and the people that I love.

You know, if... if I were to die tomorrow,

I have lived more in 25 years
than most people do in 70.

You can't give up.

It's not giving up,
because I've already won.

I could die happy here...

Let's go get a better look of that sunset.