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Mrs. Lawrence, I'd like you to meet Megan Kendall. She'll be babysitting for

Sarah today. Hello. Hi.

Didn't I see you at the reservations desk?

Right, but I also help out with hotel services.

Oh, glad to have you. You'll be giving us a good three hours.

Can't I come shopping, too?

Well, you have to take care of that headache, sweetheart.

Tell you what, Sarah.

Why don't I bring up a few videocassettes?

Have you got the new Star Trek? You bet. Seen it twice myself.

Oh, that's nothing. Sarah's seen it three times already.

Daddy thinks that fiction turns me into a mindless blob.

Well, I should know. I'm a product of the Twilight Zone.

Incidentally, what happened with those serial people who wanted to cut back on

their TV ads?

I cracked the whip.

Told them that doing business without TV ads is like winking at a girl in the

dark. You know what you're doing, but she doesn't.

I'll have to use that line myself.

And our hospitality suite.

Oh, it's the best in the hotel, the Versailles.

Good.

Excuse me, Mr. Ross. I have the final schedule for events and rooms. Good.

you, Mark.

Do me a favor. Go over it with Catherine, will you? I've got a date

couple of copywriters.

Later. Yes, sir.

See you.

How about a working lunch out at my house?

And then we'll take care of business?

Don't we always?

Oh, I love this suite.

Are you sure it's okay we splurge?

Why not? The business is finally going great, and besides, we owe it to

ourselves to treat ourselves to the better things in life, huh?

I love it, especially in the middle of the day.

Hey, it's 3 o 'clock in Indianapolis. Usually where you have your foreman and

quality control manager backed up in your office.

Let's have a little quality control in this vacation.

Maybe we should discuss it on the night shift.

Tonight shift?

I wish I could go, too.

My headache's all gone.

Oh, excuse me.

Tomorrow, sweetheart, with the good Lord willing, Yosemite will be one big day.

Hello, Mr. Lawrence. Hi.

Mrs. Lawrence.

Hi, Sarah.

Hi. Did you bring the Star Trek?

Mr. Spock reporting aboard the Enterprise.

I'm going to be an astronaut when I grow up, just like Sally Ride.

Hey, Mr. Spock better watch out, because my girl's going to discover more worlds

than he ever dreamed of.

How do you know that, Daddy? Well, trust me, kiddo. You got nothing but good

things ahead for you.

Where's your camera, Mom? I want to take a picture of Janie. Great body, but she

serves like a penguin.

On the sideboard.

Yeah.

Why don't you bring her home to dinner one night?

Well, I'm not sure about her yet.

I'll wait to see if she passes the four -week test.

I'll put a four -week chicken in the oven.

Hi, it must be Jeff. I'm Mark Sanning.

Sure. Your mom's missing you.

Gotta hustle.

Aren't you having lunch with us? I want you to meet Mark.

We met.

Catch you later?

Yeah.

Bye, if you have fun.

Have a good time.

I'm not sure Jeff approves of me.

Oh, don't be silly.

Ready for lunch?

Not yet.

Something wrong?

I'm not tired. Headaches come back.

Oh, Sarah, I'm sorry you feel bad.

You're burning.

Hi, this is Megan Kendall. Ask Dr. Kellen to come up to the Ralston suite

away, would you?

Thank you.

You know...

Too bad we have to do such a selling job. Every time we want our young

recognized. In the battle of art, Victoria, genius is the punch, but

the fancy footwork.

You mean you could take a painting by almost anyone and sell it to these

Even one of my pictures?

That's going too far, Victoria. You are only an amateur, after all.

But you're one of the best art dealers in the world.

Only one of?

And I've been painting all my life.

Some people think I'm pretty good.

Yeah, but surely you wouldn't put yourself in the same class as the young

you're sponsoring. Look here, for example.

Notice the way the brush attacks the canvas. Why, it's a veritable riot of

and line.

And here, for instance, such panache.

And here, for instance.

Oh, Mark, it's going to be such a clam bake.

I talked Jackson into making it a worldwide conference of all of our

agency heads.

Well, finally you'll have somebody to speak French with.

If I can remember any of it.

I was ten when we left France.

I don't know. The way you're going, you'll be able to open up your own ad

anywhere in the world.

Don't rush me.

You know, I'm just now getting used to having any dreams at all.

My whole fantasy life used to end with my wedding day.

I thought home and marriage was all I was ever supposed to want.

And how is your fantasy life these days?

It's meeting you.

What's wrong? Jeff won't be back for over an hour.

You know, you're the only man that's counted for me since my divorce.

You're the first woman that's ever counted for me.

Not that simple.

We're different generations.

Honey, I told you that doesn't matter.

Wait till you're over 40, then tell me that.

The only thing I'll ever tell you is that we're perfect for each other.

Homie?

But she just had a headache.

Is that right, Sarah?

Does your head hurt?

Please.

My mommy.

My daddy.

Please find them.

We will, honey.

They'll be here soon.

I'll be right back, Sarah.

She's running a fever.

And her blood pressure's up, and I don't like the sound of that headache.

Where are her parents?

They're out shopping for the afternoon.

You'd better find them.

Is it that bad?

I don't know yet.

Let's watch her for an hour or so. But find those parents.

This could be one sick child.

Georgie, darling.

Hello, Kai.

Oh, you look marvelous.

Thank you. Did you enjoy Lakota?

Well, look.

shed ten pounds, and gained the most divine new protege.

A young artist?

A young masseur.

He's escorting me to the art show tomorrow night.

Oh, new paintings?

Yes, what do you think? Are they any good?

Is the artist handsome?

Oh, you know perfectly well I painted them.

Well, so you did.

You're so talented.

I'm afraid I have to admit I've been daydreaming about our art show.

You're not serious.

Victoria, you don't truly think that Adam would put one of your paintings in

art show, do you?

That's exactly... Oh, Kai, you are such a rascal, you.

If only you could paint the way you cook.

Victoria, why don't you paint Kai's salad? It looks exactly like an English

garden.

But if they do show up, I'd really appreciate a call.

Thanks.

The Lawrences are still out there somewhere. Nobody seems to know where.

Not even the minister.

The minister?

They wrote his name on the registration card as a local friend.

What's happened? How is she?

A lot worse.

Her blood pressure's elevated.

She's abnormally tired and weak.

And that headache?

Sarah told me that he slipped, hit a head in the rain about a month ago.

Now, this could be a subdural hematoma.

That's a blood clot, isn't it? From a ruptured blood vessel in the brain, yes.

About a month ago?

Well, it often takes that long to show up.

Now, if this is a hematoma, she could lapse into a coma at any moment.

What can we do?

Get her to a hospital immediately.

All right, then. I accept responsibility for the St. Gregory.

Good.

She'll be all right, won't she?

I don't know.

I've seen hematomas killed in just a few hours.

And the clock's already running for this little girl.

How was the game, Jeff?

Well, tell me you're going to be my new father.

What are you talking about?

Come on, Mark. You've been seeing Mom for a month. You must be lovers by now.

I'm sorry. We should have told you.

Well, I'm not stupid.

I figured it out.

I just want to know whether you're going to be moving into the house or... It's

a casual thing.

No, I'm not going to be moving into the house. No, it's not just a casual thing.

You're a lot younger than mom. Well, so what?

Well, so mom's going to get hurt.

Jeff, it's not like that at all.

It's exactly like that.

You're playing a game with my mom.

The name of the game is sex, right?

Nothing but sex.

Thank God you're back.

What's wrong, Sarah?

She's seriously ill. I'll explain in the ambulance.

The ambulance?

She needs hospital attention.

No. Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

I think there's a blood clot.

You cannot take her to the hospital.

What are you saying? This is a matter of life and death.

Keep reading.

Mr. Lawrence.

Now, I've just examined Sarah. You've got to listen to me.

Look, I appreciate what you're saying, but I'm taking Sarah into the room now.

Mrs. Lawrence, please make your husband understand. I'm sorry.

Phil.

It's against our religion.

What?

Medical care is against our beliefs. Only God can cure, sir.

Please try to understand that we believe illness is simply an illusion.

An illusion?

Yes, an illusion that can only be dispelled through the belief in God.

But if she's dying?

Don't look at me like that.

Don't you understand that we love Sarah?

What do you think's going through my mind right now?

How is she?

You'll have to sign a declaration accepting responsibility for what

Sarah. Fine. Anything you need.

Mrs. Lawrence, how can you let Sarah suffer unnecessarily?

We're not doing this to harm our daughter.

She's in God's hands.

You really in love with her?

She's a wonderful woman.

Her husband never knew what he had. Tried to keep her a housewife.

You don't have to convince me.

She's a beautiful, intelligent woman.

You don't think she's too... Too old for you?

I don't know, maybe I like that.

She's settled, secure, got a home.

Everything I never had.

Including a grown son.

Well, Jeff's a nice kid. He's a little protective of his mom, but that's

understandable.

I never, uh... I never had a great relationship with my own folks.

It's funny how some people want to run away from home. I guess I've always been

trying to run to home.

All the luck in the world.

Thanks.

I just don't know that there's anything I can do.

You can instruct our lawyers to get a court order forcing the Lawrences to

Sarah medical care.

They are entitled to their beliefs under the law.

I thought illness and death were the great enemies of medicine.

They are for me.

But these people see death differently.

even as a way to salvation.

So we should allow them to just kill their own child?

Christine, we all feel this tragedy.

But why are you taking it so personally?

How else should I take it?

What kind of people are we to stand by and do nothing?

I'm sorry.

It's not for the hotel to interfere with any family's religious beliefs.

Don't you ever run out of pictures to deliver?

This one's Mrs.

Cabot's. My boss just framed it for her. Hey, I just took a look in the

Sutherland room. Pretty witty setup, buddy. Yeah? Any chance of a sneak

Came the right guy. Follow me.

Good afternoon.

Man, look at those frames.

Put a couple on myself, you know. Yeah?

Yeah.

You know, paintings I can take or leave.

But a guilt frame is what I call art with a capital F.

Well, then I thought that we could meet the press with all of our young

protégés. Fine.

Although I admit I'd rather be introduced as an artist than as a

Oh, you're not still daydreaming about that, are you?

Victoria, it's time you recognized that you are simply not good enough to be in

an art show.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, nothing personal, darling.

Hey, there's Mrs. Cabot. Better get her picture up to her sweet fast.

Thanks.

Europe?

Who's going to Europe?

Jean -Yves has been bumped up to New York.

And we're going to need a new creative liaison for Ross and Sterling.

In Europe.

Me?

Oh, I haven't been to Paris since I was a kid.

Yes, but you were born there, weren't you?

Now, don't tell me that you're not just itching to hit those boulevards again.

Oh, Jackson, it won't be a dream come true.

I thought so.

How's that little girl holding up?

Not good.

Go home, Christine.

You've done all you can.

Sarah has to be taken away from them.

You sound as cruel as you say they are.

Are you going to tell me you agree with what they're doing?

No, but maybe.

Just maybe they know what they're doing.

How can you say that?

We've all seen things we can't explain.

Patients and friends who get better unexpectedly.

Maybe just because somebody cared for them or nursed them.

Yeah, we've also seen friends die because of those people.

Overdoing it, aren't you?

Oh, darling, be happy for me.

How happy are you going to be when Mark starts looking around for someone his

age?

I can't believe you're trotting out all these old stereotypes.

Why are you so angry?

I don't want you to be hurt.

Do you think you're going to lose me?

Oh, darling, love isn't like a piece of stone that Mark is chipping away at.

The more you love, the more people you love, the more there is for all of us.

It's only when you don't love, only then that it shrivels and dies.

Your painting, Mrs. Cabot, it was returned from the framers this

Yes.

That's not my lily pond.

It does appear to be different. I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

They have delivered someone else's painting.

I've got a lily pond here that doesn't match the list. It's supposed to be

landscape. Church the landscape.

Looks like a lily pond to me.

Look at that green stuff right there.

That's land.

All the way in the background? If it's got land, it's landscape.

Okay.

What if she's dying?

What's the point in believing in something if you're going to quit when

get tough?

She's only eight years old.

She's hardly begun to live. I know that.

Jean, please, honey.

Don't make it worse for both of us.

Please.

Then you tell me.

Why is God asking this of us?

I don't know.

Maybe he's testing us.

To success.

Do you think we're too ambitious?

I mean, women in my family were not supposed to be ambitious.

Ambition never hurt anyone.

So how come it took me so long to find that out?

It was worth the wait.

You're more beautiful than ever.

You know, that's how I thought about you when we first met.

A very ambitious young man.

You frightened me.

Since when have you been frightened of anything?

Since you made me want something I could never have.

Who says you can't have it?

Oh, Mark, if only we could.

There's nothing we can't have together.

I love you.

You had no right to call a lawyer.

They said there have been cases where states have filed suit to gain custody

these sick children when their parents are given medical care. St. Gregory is

not a state.

We could call in the district attorney's office.

I already did.

I had dinner last night with an assistant DA. They know all about the

They choose not to prosecute.

That's crazy.

It's a legal judgment. Christine, you've got to stop turning this into a

personal vendetta.

It's no vendetta.

Just a memory.

You said a friend.

My best friend.

She was a quiet, lovely girl.

Wore long, heavy dresses even in the summer.

They were ten years old.

You don't have to tell me anything.

I want to.

I want to tell you how I felt when a tumor developed in her arm and her

refused to let her be a doctor because of their fundamentalist belief.

I want to tell you how I felt when she died.

I never thought he'd leave Sarah.

I just want to tell you that our prayers were answered. Sarah recovered early

this morning. Thank God for that.

I do thank God. We love her very much. I don't know what we would have done if

she had died.

Oh, excuse me.

But they would have let her die, wouldn't they?

I've been paying this lot off for the past five years. Thought we might take a

drive up there tomorrow.

The two of us?

Yeah.

How come?

Did your mom tell you I asked her to marry me?

What did she say?

She didn't give me an answer. I think maybe because of you.

My mother makes her own decisions.

You know, this house will be the first place I could ever really go home.

Yeah, yeah. Mom said something about you being an Air Force brat.

Only now, Jeff, I want to put my roots down here.

With your mom.

Yeah, well... A guy doesn't like to think of his mother jumping in bed with

first good -looking man who comes along.

Oh, come on, Jeff. You know we have something a lot deeper than that.

You know, I always had friends who thought Mom was really great.

I never thought she would go for somebody like you.

Seems like I'm not old enough to be your father and not young enough to be your

friend.

Why did you ask me to come here?

Because I want your blessing, Jeff.

I have to get back.

On for tomorrow to see my land?

Sorry, I already have a date.

Thanks for breakfast.

No, no, no.

I painted a lily pond. You delivered a landscape, all right?

What? Corn? as soon as you find it.

Thank you.

You sure you didn't paint that thing, Victoria?

Not just trying to get my attention?

What are you suggesting, Adam?

You wanted to get one of your pictures into the show, didn't you?

You knew all along.

Stay an amateur, my dear.

Much better to paint a picture than try to sell it.

And far less humiliating.

But where is my picture?

Be back before lunch?

Oh, positive. I just got a quick courtesy call to a tool buyer.

I'm sorry, Phil, for doubting, for not keeping faith.

You don't have to be sorry.

You're the one that kept me going.

We chose a tough road, but we held fast, and God heard our prayers.

Hello, darling. Hi.

Do you really think this is a good idea?

You know, I felt like I almost got through to Jeff this morning.

Can we knock the ball around a few times?

Okay, Mom.

I'm really trying, but I think this is dumb.

Oh, come on, Jeff. Just give me a chance. That's all.

You know, the two of you really do look good together. You could be brothers.

Jeff, would you excuse us for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Catherine, I'm not Jeff's brother.

But you could be.

You're not much older.

Why are you saying this?

I love you.

And I know you love me.

Yes, I do love you.

Say you'll marry me.

There's something we have to talk about.

Jackson wants me to be creative liaison with the Agency of European Office.

Well, that's wonderful. That's what you've always wanted. I'm happy for you.

things are going to be rather hectic after the conference.

And what are you leading up to?

Mark.

Mark, I was 18 years old when I had Jeff.

This year he's going away to college, and my job's finally opening up.

I don't want to start all over again with another baby.

Not even your baby.

Now, don't do this, Catherine.

You know, if we love each other, we'll work it out.

We are two different people.

You want your house in Pacific Heights, and I want Rome in Paris.

It won't work.

I know you think you'll never get over this, but you'll find somebody else.

People always do.

That takes care of me.

I'm sorry.

But maybe now we can both go on with the rest of our lives.

You sent him away because of me, didn't you?

Oh, no.

No, it just... It just couldn't work out with us.

You really do love each other, don't you?

Sarah, let's get ready before Daddy comes back.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah! All I know is I've got somebody's painting and somebody's got mine. I'll

check it out with the art shippers. A lily pond, right?

Right.

I don't know, Megan.

Modern art's pretty confusing.

You've got op art, you've got pop art, you've got dadaism, cubism, abstract

expressionism. You'll be fine. I'm impressed how you've boned up for the

Oh, sure. Now I know all about art. But I just don't know what I like anymore.

But at least someone still paints something simple I can understand.

She's lapsed into a coma.

But she was laughing. We were going to go on the cable car.

Please, try to understand.

Your daughter's had a relapse.

Oh, dear God, no.

Where's your husband?

What?

He went to the warehouse. A client who buys tools from Phil.

Mrs. Lawrence, Sarah's going to die unless we get her to a hospital.

I'll call him. He'll say no again.

Well, then you say yes.

Your child's life is at stake.

You don't understand.

We've all committed ourselves to our faith.

Tara's just a child.

What does she know about commitment?

She knows.

She loves our religion. When she grows up, she'll fully embrace it.

But you're not letting her grow up.

You're not letting her make her own choice. Stop it. Leave me alone.

I don't know what to do.

God, do you worship that wouldn't forgive you for saving the life of your

innocent eight -year -old girl?

Take her. You take her, then you take her to the hospital.

Give her space, Mark.

Just take it one day at a time.

It's not just our ages, Peter. It's what we each want out of life.

i never did answer your question last night mark my son just gave me the

How is she? We've located the hematomas. There are two, one on each side under

the membrane.

Please tell me what matters.

The clots are exerting pressure on the brain.

If I don't remove them, Sarah will die.

And if you operate?

Results are usually very good.

However, Sarah has come to us late. There still could be irreversible brain

damage.

I've been informed you might have religious objections to my performing

They need your permission.

I can't. I can't.

Mrs. Lawrence, please.

It may already be too late.

How could you not let them? It's your child.

Mr. Lawrence.

Mr. Lawrence. What are you... Now it came back?

It's worse than before.

Why didn't you call me? I could have gone directly to the hotel.

There's nothing.

I know I can talk Peter into giving me three weeks' offer. Only three weeks?

How much time do you need just to start up an office in Paris?

Well, then there's London and Rome.

I'll need at least two months.

Two months?

Oh, darling, you're so young and inexperienced in these things.

Don't put me down like that, Catherine.

I'm sorry.

It was a dumb, dumb thing to say.

You know what?

I'm going to think about Europe as a fabulous meal.

With dessert at the beginning.

Jean.

Jean, you'd better stop that. It's too late, Phil. I've already signed the

consent form.

You've abandoned our faith.

Better than abandoning our daughter.

How can you do it? You'll destroy Sarah.

Please help me pray for her.

Pray for her or pray for the doctor.

I've searched my heart, Phil.

Either way, God's will be done.

How will she ever know about his will?

You've taken her away from God forever.

Two months.

No way that St. Gregory can lose you for that long. But I'm entitled to back

time.

Enough back time for all the other European trips she'll be making?

Who says she'll be traveling all the time? You told me that's what she wants.

I'd like to give you all the time you need, Mark.

I just can't.

I'm getting married, Peter.

Can't you help me out?

A month.

Okay? Yeah, thanks.

Excuse me. Oh, yes, darling.

Yes, Benny.

I found it.

My painting? I tracked down one of our workers, and he thought maybe he hung

wrong picture in here.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

My picture's no more in here than in the Smithsonian.

Do you want to call the Smithsonian?

You

won't

be able to talk for a while, but you can go up and sit with her later if you

like. Thank you.

Do you understand, Mr. Lawrence? We've evacuated the blood. There's no brain

damage. Your little girl will be fine.

Can't you accept this is God's will?

I know he forgives us.

You better pray that he does, or I never will.

He'll feel differently when he sees Sarah.

You don't know him.

I've saved my daughter by killing my husband.

Cabot, there's nothing I can do. I can't just take the picture down in front of

everyone. But I'm going to be disgraced.

This is disgraceful, Victoria.

Oh, sorry, Adam.

I should have owned up immediately.

You know this picture isn't in our catalogue. You really must reprimand the

printer. How could he leave out this cry from the heart?

I just hope the scandal won't reflect on the other artists.

Cry?

Darling, this picture is life.

And life is this picture.

I must have.

But we don't know who painted it.

You mean you like it?

Like it?

Why, it's a whisper of Degas, a breath of Pizarro, a

murmur of Monet.

And Georgina's willing to pay a scream of a price for it.

Just how loud?

Scream, Georgina.

But it was like Abraham.

God tested him and demanded that he sacrifice his only child.

The path the test fell.

I'm the one who failed.

Then I have to believe that Sarah was meant to be here.

Can you accept what I did?

I couldn't let our little girl die.

I guess you did what you believed you had to do.

Thank you.

I just wanted Mom to be happy and free and have everything she's dreamed about.

And I want that for her, too.

I know that now.

And I know that you two are going to be happy together.

In your house on the hill.

Well, if she's ever home long enough to stay there.

Catherine?

Mark, darling.

Isn't it wonderful?

Just think.

In one hour, this entire suite is going to be filled with ad executives from all

over the world.

And Jackson is going to introduce me to all of them.

You look beautiful.

Oh, you make me feel beautiful.

Where's Jeff?

I asked him to let us have a few minutes.

Here, I brought you something.

A present?

A stone?

Is it a special stone?

Kind of.

Well, it's really not worth anything.

But it comes from the hill where I broke ground for my house.

Then it's the most precious stone in all the world to me.

It's just a little something to remember me by when you're in Europe.

Are you still angry with me for going away?

No, it's just going to make things hard for us, that's all.

Everything's together for the first time in my life.

Except us.

We're not together.

We're not apart. We're stuck somewhere in the middle.

Mark, I don't understand.

Just a few hours ago... Catherine, dear.

Everything happened so fast for us.

We never really got a chance to get to know each other.

Well, we had a great time together, but the rest of the world broke in.

I need my new life.

And I need your old one.

A home and a family.

Oh, Mark, the last time I gave up my dreams, it killed my marriage.

And I would die if that happened to us.

It never will.

I love you too much for that.

So you're leaving me?

All we're doing is postponing a wedding.

Maybe someday we can put the stone in the ground together.

Everything okay?

Lawrence has just faced the toughest test parents could ever face.

I can't judge them anymore.

Bet you had a party to go to, Mark.

My mistake.

And I won't be meeting those four weeks off.

Catherine's going to Europe alone.

Oh, Mark, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

She'll never be more than a stone's throw away.