The Practice (1997–2004): Season 3, Episode 23 - Happily Ever After - full transcript

LINDSAY:
Previously on The Practice...

-I may have to set
the nun killer free.
-What?

Warrantless search.

-Stupid police mistake.
-Oh, God.

Maybe I should
just look the other way.

The police were required to have
a warrant to search that closet.

They didn't get that warrant.

As a result, everything in
that closet is inadmissible.

HELEN: If a convicted felon
locks up a woman,

reason says those
police officers

should go in and investigate.



The search of the closet
was illegal.

The contents are inadmissible.

He is free to go.

Tell me, Jimmy,
do you typically toast victory
with all your clients?

Or did all that
sex talk make you curious?

LINDSAY: "Attorney James Berluti
has been making a little
chamber music

with Judge
Roberta Kittleson."

What? That--That's ridiculous.

Jimmy, in my office.

-LINDSAY:
I'm leaving any second.
-HELEN (on phone): When?

As soon as Bobby gets here.

Would it be so terrible if you
had your blind date without us?

-Yes!
-All right.

He should have been here
a half-hour ago.



I think he's here now. Bobby!

-Hurry up.
-Good-bye.

Bobby, you're late.

Helen's mad at me now because--

Bobby.

(sighs)

(thud)

Bobby.

Funny.

It's not funny.

(sighs)

(gasps, shouts)

(gasping)

(theme music playing)

(phone ringing)

(gate locks)

(siren wailing)

(phone rings)

LUCY: You've reached
the law offices of Donnell,
Young, Dole, and Frutt.

Please leave a message,
and we'll get back to you.
Thank you.

(machine beeps)

HELEN: Where the hell
are you guys?

This guy's in the living room.
He ate all the guacamole.

He's as funny as a heart attack.

I'm dying here. I'm dying.

(groans)

Lindsay, you here?

(gasps)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Lindsay.

Lindsay.

(groans)

Nun.

B.P. 60 palp. Pulse 130, weak.

Neck veins are distended.
Get her into two!

-Excuse me!
-Hold on, Lindsay! Hold on!

Getting no pulse.
Are the paddles ready?

Call the O. R.
Get me a chest tray.

Her abdomen is rigid.

MAN: One, two, three.

Let's move it!

She's in V-fib!
Charge the paddles. 200 joules.

Clear!

Got a pulse.
Normal sinus rhythm.

Muffled heart sounds.
We may have a tamponade.

-Give me a syringe.
-WOMAN: Here.

-Get ready to crack the chest.
-Scalpel.

-(woman on P. A.)
-(elevator bell dings)

Where?

-Still in surgery.
-Is she...

I don't know anything.

Oh, what happened?

She said, "nun."

Nun?

She just looked at me,
and she s...

and she said, "nun."

The aorta was punctured.

We think we've repaired it,
but the next 24 hours...

we'll know.

Know what?

She went through
a lot of punishment.

It's amazing that
she even made it here.

-Where is she?
-She's in I. C. U.

Can I see her?

(sighs)

Okay.

(respirator whirring)

Can--can she hear me?

Mmm, it's possible,
but I want her to stay calm.

You can tell her you're here.

Lindsay... it's me, Bobby.

Helen's-- Helen's with me, too.

You just hold on.

You're gonna be fine.

You just-- you just hold on.

We'll be right here
when you wake up.

We'll be right here.

(police radio chatter)

That isn't evidence?

They got all they needed.

Eugene, Bobby's got
an arraignment this
morning on Watson,

the carjacker murder.

I'll do it.

I'll get the file.

-Excuse me.
-Sorry.

No change, Bobby?

No.

You got the Watson file?

Uh, Bobby,
I thought I'd take it.

I can do it.

Yeah, but do you think
under the circumstances--

I'm fine.

I can do it.

Every nun that works
in that church--

-bring them all in.
-Helen--

-She said, "nun."
-Look, we don't know--

Lindsay freed the nun killer.
Now she gets stabbed by a nun.

I'm gonna play a hunch
and say it was somebody
that works in that church.

Get every one of them
in here for questioning.

Look, we could
question them there--

I want them here.
I want it in our control.

I want them sequestered
from each other.

If we bring them here,
it's custodial.

Do you wanna be reading
Miranda to 50 nuns?

Yes. Go get them.

32623-- Commonwealth
versus Joseph Watson--

second-degree murder.

Bobby Donnell for
the defendant, Your Honor.

-Waive reading.
-Curtis Simmons for
the commonwealth.

-We'd be opposing bail.
-My client isn't a flight risk.

-Safety risk.
-This is the first time
he's ever shot anybody.

Allegedly.

JUDGE: I'm denying bail.

Defense asks for
a probable cause hearing.

This afternoon?

Fine.

I'll see Mr. Donnell
in chambers.

How's she doing?

-(door shuts)
-She's still in
critical condition.

And you?

I'm fine.

Do you think maybe we could
get somebody in your firm
to handle this case?

I'm fine. It's-- it's...

-it's a good distraction.
-Yes, and you look distracted.

Do you know what
you just said out there?

"This is the first time
he's ever shot somebody"?

That's not good defending talk.

Why not take a few days?

And do what?

-What, just sit next to her bed?
-Yes.

I can't do anything
for her there.

It...

I'm fine, Your Honor.

Okay.

(door closes)

-Hey.
-Hi.

Hey, Lindsay. It's me.

The doctors say that you're...
you're doing good.

Lucy's here.

You been talking to her?

Well, I've been afraid to

since everyone
says I'm annoying.

Ellenor's coming in
after lunch.

LUCY: Her parents just left.

We all love you.

I love you.

You just keep getting better.

She's not dying. Get out.

Get out! She's not dying!

Bobby, it's me, Patrick.

(sighs)

I'm sorry.
I thought-- I thought--

I know. It's all right.
I understand.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou
amongst women...

BOTH: Blessed the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death.

PATRICK: Amen.

Amen.

Evidently, the police are on a
major nun roundup as we speak.

You'll recall Lindsay Dole
was the attorney

who secured the freedom
of Michael Kingston,

the man accused of
murdering and mutilating

sister Carolyn Oaks.

Ms. Dole has apparently
identified a nun

as her attacker,

and the police think
the two cases may be connected.

(TV shuts off)

How did this nun

know Lindsay would be
working late alone?

-I didn't tell.
-I'm not accusing you
of telling.

I'm asking a question.

(chuckles) Can't anybody
ask a question around here

without people getting
all defensive?

Why is everything an attack?

Well, good to see
you don't get defensive.

-Hey, know what--
-No, I don't know.

-Let's not be biting
each others' heads off, please?
-I'm not biting heads.

I ask a simple question,
and Lucy gets all--

Well, you're accusing me
of being in cahoots with
the stabbing nun.

Come on! Cut it out.

The suspect matched
the description.

We detained him--

-The defendant?
-Yes.

We found articles belonging
to the victim in his pockets,

so we placed him
under arrest for murder,

read him his rights, brought
him down to the precinct.

Did he ever ask
for his lawyer?

He barked out he was
entitled to a phone call

to call his lawyer.

Told him he could make that call
when he got to the precinct.

-Did he make that call?
-I believe he did.

He left a message
on the lawyer's machine.

BOBBY: Thank you.

Did you have occasion
to question the defendant?

Yes, I did,
during which interrogation

he confessed to killing
Jennifer Lyman,

the owner of the vehicle.

-He just confessed?
-That's correct.

Did he hand you a cookie
with this confession?

-Objection.
-Sustained.

He never asked for his lawyer
during the interrogation?

WITNESS: No, he did not.

BOBBY: Did you know
he had called his lawyer?

No, I did not.

You didn't know when you walked
into the room to interrogate him

that he had made a call
to his lawyer?

I was told he was thinking about
contacting a lawyer. That's all.

BOBBY: So what'd you say
when you walked in?

Did you say anything with
respect to his hiring a lawyer?

WITNESS: I said he was free
to bring in an attorney

and, of course,
legally entitled to,

but that he also
might want to consider

talking to me without one.

Why?

Basically I convinced him

that with cooperation comes
my recommendation for leniency.

And we talked a little bit
more on that, and, uh,

then he decided to speak
with me voluntarily

at that time without
an attorney present.

And it was in the course of this
voluntary discussion that...

He confessed
to killing Ms. Lyman.

BOBBY: Thank you.
Your Honor, at this time,

the defense moves to suppress
my client's statement--

Sixth Amendment,
Right to Counsel.

Oral arguments tomorrow, 2:00.

But the whole weekend?

What about coming back
a little early?

I just don't feel right
being away right now.

She's in critical condition.

You're right.

I understand.

Anything I can do, Jimmy?

Just pray, I guess,
with the rest of us.

It's okay.

The doctors say we should
know something soon.

But I don't know,
you get nicked in the heart,

you can't...

What? Jimmy, are you okay?

What?

Oh, uh, I was just, uh...

thinking about something
the doctor said.

That's all.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm just...

This is all kind of stressful,
you know.

At the risk of seeming
completely insensitive,

my mother told me

that the day
my father's father died,

he was so despondent

that all she wanted...

was to take his mind off it,

even if it were just
for a minute or two.

And when all else fails...

(unzips zipper)

I'm not in the mood
for that right now.

I am.

Okay, thank you.

Why are you doing this here?

I convinced 'em
to do it all at once.

There's no room
in the police station.

-If this isn't a major
civil rights violation--
-Oh, go kill yourself.

-Helen.
-It isn't custodial, Counsel.

Any one of them
is free to leave.

In which case, you told them,
they'd become suspects.

Which just means more business
for lawyers like you.

You should be thanking me,
you scumsucking--

BOBBY: Helen.

Helen, this is Father O'Bryan
from the archdiocese.

Hello. What, did you come
to rescue one of your nuns

-before we can
throw her in jail?
-Helen.

-HELEN: They can go to hell.
-He's from the archdiocese.

HELEN: I don't care.
One of their nuns
stabbed Lindsay.

Bobby, I need you a second,
in private.

Remember the...

You told me you thought
Judge Kittleson was a psycho.

Though, I don't think she is,
but that's what you said,
remember?

Yeah. Why?

Do you really think
she's crazy?

I don't,
but maybe I'm too close.

You know,
it's hard to see straight

when a woman's got your...

Never mind.

Jimmy, what's going on?

I'm sure this is nothing...

But I found a picture
in her office.

It was of you and Lindsay,

and Lindsay's face
was all scratched out.

A picture...

of me and Lindsay?

Taken on the street somewhere,

like you were being stalked.

I'm sure it's nothing, but...

-I can't get a warrant on that.
-She's crazy.

She's obsessed with me.

-You don't know that.
-I do know it!

Go to the magistrate
in Middlesex.

Drunk Harry gives out
warrants like gum.

Come on. You're the lawyers.
We haven't got cause here.

I heard her tell me she planned
to kill Lindsay.

-What?
-In chambers. She said it.

There's your cause.
Go get the warrant.

Nice try, Bobby.

We've got the boyfriend
Jimmy Berluti

coming forward, implicating her.
That's cause.

He didn't really implicate her.

Yes, he did. Right, Bobby?

Right.

Go get the warrant.

-(door closes)
-(pager beeping)

-EUGENE: Bobby.
-What happened?

-She's okay.
-Let's go.

-Hold on.
-I said, let's go.

Listen to me.
She looks worse than she is.

Something went wrong with
her breathing, but every--

Where's the doctor?

She's out in the hall somewhere,
but I have the information.

I want the doctor.

Okay. I'll get her.
I'll get her.

She went into
respiratory distress.

Basically, her lungs crashed,
but they're inflating now.

Why isn't she waking up?

The doctor said that it was
just gonna take some time.

It's been 24 hours.
Why isn't she waking up?

Bobby, why don't you
just sit with her?

No, I'm in court.
I-I'm in court,

and I--I gotta...

-I'm in court.
-Ellenor, would you, uh,
excuse us for a second?

-I'd like to talk to him.
-Yeah. Fill me in on the master
plan behind this one.

-Ellenor.
-ELLENOR: Sure.

Don't talk to me.

I will talk to you.

You sat by your mother
holding her hand.

Didn't work for her, so--

I didn't ask you
to come help me through this.

Of course not.

You go through everything
alone, don't you?

Why don't you go find somebody
who needs your help?

You really love her, don't you?

(scoffs)

Why would I ever tell you?

You'd just pass it on to God,
and he'd kill her.

You believe that God kills
the people you love.

That's your theory.

That's my history.

Fine.

But she doesn't need
a fat, old priest

holding her hand right now.

She needs you.

(police radio chatter)

Your Honor, we have a warrant
to search your house.

If you'll excuse us, please.

Check every closet,
under every bed.

What in God's name is this?

-Step aside, Your Honor.
-What are you looking for?

Evidence in connection
with the attempted murder
of Lindsay Dole.

What?! On what basis
do you get such a warrant?

Your Honor,
if you'll just cooperate,
we'll do this quickly.

-This is preposterous.
-Your Honor--

I know she is your roommate,
Ms. Gamble,

but that does not
give you the r--

Detective!

Oh, please.

Read her her rights.

Your Honor, if you'll place
your hands behind your back.

You are making a big mistake.

MIKE: You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you
in a court of law.

You have the right to talk to
a lawyer and have him present

before and during
all questioning...

(buzzer sounds)

Roberta...

I am innocent.

I didn't ask.

What was with the nun suit?

It was a costume.

I was gonna wear it
to some Halloween party,

disguised as a prude.

I...

-Nothing?
-Nothing too relevant.

A manuscript
for a novel she started,

had some pretty kinky
murders in it.

-Stabbings?
-Yeah, but, Helen,

there was no physical evidence.

What about
the little nun outfit?

Says it was for a costume party.

-She ever wear it to any party?
-Not that we could confirm.

I think this woman's
really crazy, Mike.

I wouldn't go to an arraignment
with what we have so far.

Keep looking.
I'll push the arraignment
to tomorrow.

Bobby. Bobby.

You're due in court
in half an hour.

-I think I'll take it.
-No, I can--

-Bobby.
-I can do it.

Eugene, I said I can do it.

Why isn't she waking up?

You said 24 hours. It's been
way more than 24 hours.

-Why isn't she waking up?
-Mr. Donnell!

Sometimes guests
of this hospital

need to be reminded
that they're guests.

LINDSAY: Bobby...

BOBBY: Lindsay.

Lindsay.

I hurt.

Yeah, you, um...

you had-- you had an accident,

and-- but you're gonna be okay.

You just-- you just
had an accident.

-I'm in the hospital?
-Yeah. I'm right here.

And, um, and Eugene's here, too.

(Lindsay groans)

I was stabbed.

Some guy stabbed me.

Yeah. Yeah, but...

Guy?

You said-- you said "nun."

It was--

it was a guy in a nun... suit.

Did-- did you see his face?

Um, no.

But I saw his hands.

And he was so strong.

He couldn't have been a woman.

Sweetheart-- sweetheart,
are you sure?

Yeah.

Ow.

Don't try to move.
Just rest, okay?

BOBBY: That's right.
That's right. You just...

You...

you just rest.

I love you.

(whimpers)

I love you, too.

Kingston.

What?

The nun killer.

He said...

he said I was virginal

and that-- that, uh,

after the case,

he said, "See you soon."

I think it was him.

Helen, he's got
a barricaded door.

-You'll have to break it down.
-We will.

Mike's gotta go get
Lindsay's statement first.

It's the only way
we can get a warrant.

-Is she okay?
-I think so.

The guy she put back out there.
Can you believe it?

-EUGENE: Come on, Bobby.
-Because of her, he walks,

-and she--
-We'll get him,
we'll get him, Bobby.

Don't worry.

Okay, ma'am, free to go.

I am sorry.

I saw the picture
of Bobby and Lindsay

with the face all scratched.

My brain just started
going sideways.

He asked for his lawyer.

No. He said he wanted
to call his lawyer.

-There's a difference.
-What difference?

We have no evidence that
he wanted to engage
the legal services--

No. He was calling him to ask
the price of fresh fruit.

Come on, Mr. Simmons.

Even if the court
wants to conclude

he asked for an attorney...

-The court does.
-He did not have an attorney.

He was not represented
by counsel.

He'd only left a message
on a machine.

As soon as he asks
for his lawyer--

This man was not interrogated.

Not interrogated?

Detective Smiley said it would
be better to cooperate.

He never denied him
the right to a lawyer.

He didn't push forward
with questions.

All he said is

it might be better for him
to talk without a lawyer,

and at that point,
Mr. Watson agreed.

It doesn't matter
that he agreed.

Why not? Are you suggesting he's
not free to change his own mind?

That's exactly
what I'm suggesting.

Once he asks for his lawyer--

Counsel, your client
is a career criminal.

One could argue he knows
how these things go.

You're saying he lacks the right
to change his mind

and waive counsel.

Yes. Once a suspect
asks for his lawyer--

You sound like a broken record.

The law is a broken record.
Don't you get that,
you idiot?

-Hey!
-JUDGE: Bobby.

BOBBY:
The law says once he says,

"I need a lawyer"
or "I want one"

or "I think I want one,"

it's game over
as far as the police goes.

They don't even get to say,
"Hi. How's it goin'?"

-Why? If he--
-Because we don't trust
the police not to interrogate,

and we don't trust
these suspects to know
what the hell is going on.

They're stupid.

We don't give them
the right to waive counsel

'cause they're so stupid,
they would.

They're scum with
third-grade educations.

They kill people and laugh,

and the courts are here
to protect them at all costs.

Counsel!

We don't care about the victims.

They're dead already.

We come in here worrying
about the Constitution

and the rights of these
brain-dead pieces of crap

because they're what
the system is all about.

All right, Bobby.

Now you may not like that,
but that's how it works.

We need to protect these asses,

and his sixth-amendment rights
were violated here,

so as a matter of law, we need
to put him back out there

so he can go shoot
somebody else,

which is what
you're gonna do, right?

Tell the judge you need
to go out and kill somebody

-because you're running
behind schedule.
-Bobby!

No! We need to protect
the Bill of Rights.

We need to protect
the Bill of Rights!

That's enough, Bobby.

-This is as far as you go.
-Mike...

This guy has a gun fetish,
remember?

(sighs)

Police officers.
Can we come in?

Go.

-OFFICER: Clear!
-OFFICER #2: Clear!

OFFICER #3: Clear!

(Kingston grunts)

Do you know why you're dying?

You stabbed the wrong girl.

Can you hear me, Mike?

-You know why you're dying?
-Helen.

(woman groans)

(moans)

My God...

What, does he just collect 'em?

So he had another one?

If you waited another day
to regain consciousness
and I. D. him,

she could be dead, too.

-Hey, babe.
-Hey.

You look great.

Hey, a tape came with these.

-Who's it from?
-It doesn't say.

Oh, stick it in.
It's probably from my parents.

So it was Kingston.

Seems so.

Only thing is,
this last girl he kidnapped--

it was the same day
of your assault,

and she doesn't think
he ever left the apartment.

So maybe it wasn't him?

HELEN: Well, she can't be sure
he didn't leave,

and we think
he must have.

MAN (on tape):
(whistles) Hello.

Heard you were feeling
some chest pains, Lindsay.

I simply had to extend
my good wishes.

Whenever I hear of somebody
getting stabbed,

my head just goes to that
poor Susan Robin girl.

So young to be
losing her head.

Anyway...

hope you're feeling better.

Kisses to Bobby.

And Ellenor...

why doesn't she
ever work late?

(tone playing)

-I'll bring him in
for questioning.
-It isn't Joey Heric.

He just can't resist the game.
That's all it was about.

I don't like him knowing
about Susan Robin.

-What is that about?
-Everybody knows
about Susan Robin.

It was front-page news.

What's your theory, Helen, that
Joey Heric killed Susan Robin?

He's always had some sort of
special hatred towards Ellenor.

Ellenor dated George Vogelman.

Maybe it's about framing George.

That's a bit of
a chess game, isn't it?

Who's the sickest
chess player we know?

Look, if Joey has this
special hatred toward me,

-why did he stab Lindsay?
-I don't know.

Like any of this is
supposed to make sense?

We're dealing
with a psychotic.

So what are you gonna do now,
get another warrant

and knock down
Joey Heric's door?

Shut up, Eugene.

What if Michael Kingston
didn't do this?

We just assassinated the guy.

Oh, yeah, an innocent man.
All he did was kill a nun.

I'm bringing Joey in.
I suggest you find George.

-If Joey did frame George,
maybe he saw him that night.
-(pager beeping)

Hiller's back with her ruling.

Great.

What?!

It's just a theory.

-Why would he want to frame me?
-I don't know.

Maybe he knew
you'd come running to us.

Maybe he thought that
you and I were still dating.

I-- I don't know.

Doesn't make sense.

Look, George,
you know, some murderers

want to be caught
by specific people.

And Joey Heric, he is this...

narcissistic, sick...

And look, I don't really think

he's the one
who stabbed Lindsay,

and I don't think he's the one
who killed Susan Robin,

but stranger things
have happened.

And God knows he loves
seeing us spin,

which we're
certainly doing now.

Here's his picture.

Did you see anybody that night
who looks like him?

Well, his face
looks familiar, but...

that's probably from
seeing him in the news

when you guys
were defending him.

George, you have
got to think back

to the night that
Susan Robin was murdered.

You didn't see
anyone like him?

I don't think I did, Ellenor.

It seems silly...

a suspect can't change his mind.

Here, the defendant
was given his rights.

He wasn't coerced or beaten.

He decides he'll cooperate...

but the law says,

too bad once he asks
for counsel,

the police can't even ask him
what he wants for dinner.

And without the confession...

this man walks.

Because they've
got nothing else.

A month ago, I was faced
with putting a nun killer

back on the street
because of a bad search.

Though I recognized
the absurdity

of the application of the Fourth
Amendment in that instance...

I was the good judge.

I followed the law...

set the man free.

And two nights ago...

the lawyer who championed both
him and the Fourth Amendment...

it seems he stabbed her.

The way we keep putting
them back out there...

It takes a brave judge

to look beyond
the horror at hand

and nevertheless cling

to the principles
of our Constitution,

principles we proudly
live by in this room.

I, um...

I'm afraid I'm not
that brave any longer.

If you see the street again,
Mr. Watson,

it'll be through
the Appeals Court.

You won't get there by my gavel.

The motion to suppress
is denied.

The defendant will stand trial.
Adjourned.

-We just found the weapon.
-What?

In a dumpster behind
Michael Kingston's apartment.

-And Joey Heric?
-Says he was on a date.

We're trying to verify.

I think Eugene's right.

He's just having
some fun with you.

I got to find Helen.

Kingston.

Unless Joey planted the knife.

I never rule him out, Eugene.

It wasn't Joey Heric.

I might as well go home
and burn my robe.

It was within your discretion.

Hey, these laws don't get
revisited higher up

unless some superior court judge
forces the issue.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

You were booked
on a homicide, Roberta.

-Don't tell me you're fine.
-(knock on door)

I'll be in my chambers.

You don't ever want to be
appearing before me, Counsel.

-(door closes)
-Please... get out.

I never really thought
you did this, Your Honor.

I simply had to recognize that--

That you couldn't
be certain I didn't.

Well, sometimes people
react bigger to things when...

emotions are runnin' high.

This was a friend of mine
who got stabbed.

A dear friend.

And you...

you might be somebody
that I've, uh...

fallen in love with...

a little.

So just the idea
that you might not be

the person I thought you were,

it made me have
this big overreaction.

I don't know how to say
how sorry I really am.

Trust me, whether
you are able to convey

your sorrow here
is completely irrelevant.

Please, leave.

I don't want it
to be over between us.

It is.

Whatever you believe,
Jimmy, believe that.

(door closes)

I'd feel better
if they at least found
Kingston's prints on the knife.

It was him, Lindsay.
You can relax.

-Are you really okay?
-Yeah.

I think I'm just tired
from all the visits--

you know, from my parents,
everybody from the office,

Joey Heric--

I guess that's my cue to leave.

-Take care.
-Thanks, Father.

Yeah. Thanks.

You take care, too, Bobby.

-I will.
-Father.

-Kiss my ass.
-Excuse me?

I read in the paper
your little quotes,

what you said
to the archdiocese.

Oh, Father, I was acting out.

I thought a nun had...

She's my best friend,
my roommate. I--

Look, I'm Catholic.

With Catholics like you,
who needs Protestants?

Oh, now that's a sound bite
for tolerance.

-Helen.
-Maybe you could kiss my--

Helen! Come on.

-How you doin'?
-I'm fine.

Uh, listen,

I've been waiting all day
to be alone with her.

What, you want me to leave?

-Yes.
-Well, I won't.

Helen.

No, I've hardly
seen her at all.

It's not like
you two can do anything.

-She has tubes all over her.
-I want to talk to her.

Well, then talk to her.
There's nothing you can't
say to her in front of me--

There are some things.

I'm not leaving.
Say what you got to say.

Make it quick.
I'll cover my ears.

(scoffs) All right.

Um...

-Marry me.
-What?

-Do ya mind?
-Sorry.

Marry you?

These past two days,
I realized that...

I can't live without you.

And I don't want to.

Bobby, marriage may--
probably not something

you should decide
in the heat of a crisis.

Lindsay, if there's anything
that this crisis has taught me,

it's that I want
to grow old with you.

And I want you
to grow old with me.

I love you.

And I want to be your husband.

And I want you to be my wife.

-I don't know what to say.
-Just say, "yes."

-Quiet.
-Sorry.

You want to think it over?

Yeah... I--

I think I should.

Uh... okay.

I thought it over.

Yes.

-Really?
-Really.

Really?

-Oh, my God.
-Oh, God.

Bobby, that-- that's not--
that's not how it works.

-Please, can you leave now?
-Not a chance.

Just ignore her, Bobby.

Oh, I almost, uh...
I almost forgot.

I, uh...

I got this for you.

Oh, Bobby...

It's so big.

-Helen.
-Quiet.

Sorry.

Ohh...

I love you.

One second. Look away.

I love you.

(theme music playing)

You stinker!