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I am very impressed with your work, Andrea.

Very emotional stuff.

Almost passionate.

Some people say too passionate, but I can't help it. I fall in love with

everything I shoot.

Didn't I tell you you should be perfect for the new hotel brochure? You did.

Have you done any architectural photography?

Just a few interiors, but I'm sure I can handle the assignment.

If your portfolio is any indication, I'm sure you can, too.

But the final decision isn't mine alone.

The ad agency's been pushing Mr. McDermott and me to use one of their

established photographers.

What if I took some pictures on spec?

Oh, I'd hate to see you put in that time.

Oh, Andrea's going to be here anyway. Her parents are checking in today.

They're from back east coming for a visit. And I don't mind doing a little

at my own expense if it'll keep me in the running.

All right.

Let's see what kind of passion you can work up for the St. Gregory.

No guarantees.

But if I like what I see, I'll pass your presentation on to Mr. McDermott along

with my vote.

I haven't forgotten how tough it can be getting a career started.

But as the room faced west, I requested that specifically.

That's a good question. I've never been too great with directions.

See, they put you in the Windsor suite, so that is, um... Lewis, the

girl doesn't have a compass.

All we want to know is, can we see the Golden Gate?

Oh, yes, that I'm sure of.

Mom, Dad, welcome to San Francisco. Oh, boy, good to see you. Thought you were

working today.

Um, yeah.

Well, I quit the secretarial job at Starker's. I'm doing my photography full

-time now, working freelance.

Freelance?

Where I come from, that's just a nice way to say you're unemployed.

Well, I think it sounds glamorous.

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm shooting some pictures for the hotel.

They're putting out a new brochure.

You see, Lewis, your daughter's a big success already.

Stop worrying.

Well, I'd like to hear more about these pictures you're doing.

Good old dad.

Never leaves the boardroom.

Always needs to know the bottom line on everything.

Well, we're both very excited for you, sweetheart. You can tell us all about it

over dinner.

May I show you folks up to your suite?

Oh, young man, the timing is perfect. Come on, walk us to the elevator.

Still haven't found a loft that suits you? Harry, this came for you.

The hotel that anxious to get rid of me?

Oh, no, not at all.

He just must be getting tired of living out of his suitcase.

I'll let you in on a trade secret. When it comes to choosing a place to live,

architects are the worst.

I have to mention the prices here. They're sky high. Please, you're talking

the woman who just spent her life savings on a barn in Napa Valley.

Don't worry, we're going to turn that barn into a palace.

I've already done some sketches.

You have?

I look so surprised.

You're so busy with the construction of the new International Trade Tower, I

figured this little project of mine was way down on your list.

After working three months straight on design changes for a 50 -story

skyscraper, this little project of yours comes as a relief.

Keeps the creative juices flowing.

Well, I can't wait to see if what you've come up with is something I can afford.

We can go over the sketches tonight. How about dinner?

Uh, I'd like that, thanks.

Oh, Peter!

Hey, do you know David Welch? Oh, yeah, good to see you again. I passed by your

high -rise the other day.

Quite a building. Looks like you're going to finish on schedule.

Yeah, I wish I was as good at keeping myself on schedule. I'm about to be late

for a meeting with the general contractor.

I'll call you later and set up a time for dinner. Okay, great.

Dinner? Oh, strictly architect client.

He's done some sketches for my napkin.

I thought it was a barn.

Not when David finishes with it.

The prime rib is excellent, isn't it, Lewis?

And how is your... How is your...

That lobster's disappearing from her plate pretty fast.

I have to ask.

I guess not.

Look, don't take this the wrong way.

I'm really happy you're here, but why the surprise visit?

You didn't want to check up on me.

Well, of course not.

Your mother sold the shop.

You sold the business?

Mom.

Well, 20 years is long enough. I got sick of antiques, or maybe I just

to feel like one myself.

So when somebody made me a crazy offer, I said to myself, hey, Sonia, don't you

be crazy and pass it up.

But I know you. You're not the kind that can just sit around.

Freelancing certainly makes you an expert on that.

Seems to be you just sitting around waiting for the phone to ring. That's

different. No, I'll tell you what's different.

We have the money to indulge ourselves. You're scrabbling to pay the rent. Don't

mind me. I'm just going to call the waiter and order a bell. You can go with

each other in three -minute rounds. We'll sell tickets.

You're not being fair, Dad. I work hard.

No, no.

You hardly work.

Tell me, Hotshot, when do you get lined up after this hotel job?

Louis, please. You promised.

Mom.

What's wrong?

What's wrong is you have a klutz for a mother.

Nothing's wrong, Andrea.

Mother's just tired from the trip.

I tried to keep the structural changes to a minimum. That'll hold down costs.

And it's not too soon to start thinking about furnishings.

I know a very good interior decorator.

She's young, still quite reasonable.

I'd be glad to set up a meeting with her if you'd like.

I am speechless.

I'll take that to mean you like it.

To the most talented new architect in San Francisco.

How about to a friend?

David, I'm really not looking for... I'm not either.

I said friend because I mean friend.

Right now, my biggest priority is getting established here. I don't have

for anything but work.

Tell me about it.

Fifteen -hour work days are my special date.

But who knows? Maybe someday under better circumstances.

How about to someday then?

I apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. McDermott. I know it's late, but it was

urgent that I see you.

Well, the night managers called and made it clear you couldn't wait till

tomorrow. What can I do for you?

I'm Rebecca Welsh.

Have you met my husband, David?

Yes, I have, only that... Only he didn't mention that he had a wife.

Now that I'm here, I'm losing my nerve.

I feel so awkward having to trouble you with my problems.

Obviously, you thought I could help.

Your general manager is having an affair with my husband.

I know Miss Francis has hired him as her architect.

That may be the way the relationship began, but it's gone far beyond that

I'm partly to blame, I guess.

Not wanting to leave our home in Denver, and his time away has put a terrible

strain on our marriage.

So have you talked to your husband?

He denied it, of course. I really hate pulling you into this, but...

I didn't know where else to turn.

Well, I could have a talk with Miss Francis, but... Oh, that would be

what I want. Thank you.

You'd be helping me to save my marriage, and you'd be helping yourself as well

from the scandal.

I beg your pardon?

Make no mistake, Mr. McDermott. If it means dragging your general manager and

this hotel through the mud to get my husband back, I'll do it.

I want this affair stopped, and I want it stopped now.

Why are you always undermining Andrea's dreams?

It's her life. Let her live it her way.

Her way?

I don't know what that is anymore.

Neither does Andrea.

She wanted to be a painter.

So we sent her to art school instead of a regular college.

I didn't like it. I kept my mouth shut.

Then she graduates and decides painting isn't her cup of tea. Photography is.

Well, tomorrow it'll be something else.

When is she going to grow up, Sonia?

She should be settling down, having children.

That is not who she is.

And it's certainly not why we came here.

Andre and I are always at odds. Major issues, minor issues, makes no

You think I can just snap my fingers and suddenly everything will change?

I'm asking you to try, Lewis.

For your sake, not mine.

You saw what happened to me tonight.

Time is running out.

I need to know the two of you can get along when... How many times do I have

tell you? There's nothing wrong with you.

Two doctors, Lewis.

The same diagnosis.

Do you really want to go to a third? I mean, do you think that he's going to

come up with something different?

Doctors, what do they know?

You remember those chest pains I was having? All that talk about heart

What did it turn out to be? A muscle spasm. We're not... talking about a

spasm. This happened to my mother. Now it's happening to me.

I know the symptoms, Lewis. Day by day, it's getting worse. I can feel it.

Damn it, Lewis.

Why won't you face the truth? I'm doing it. Why can't you?

Stupid empathy.

Well, you're up early.

Oh, uh, I'm here to catch the morning light.

Where's Mom?

She passed on our morning walk. Want to sleep in?

Is she feeling all right?

Ever better.

Sure didn't seem like it last night.

The way she's been, I don't know, forgetting things lately.

And her hand.

Is there something wrong with it?

A little arthritis.

That and... It doesn't help much when she sees the two of us always at each

other's throats every time we get together.

It's important to her that we try to work out our differences.

Is that why you're making the effort?

Because it's what she wants?

Of course not. You're my daughter.

I'd like to think we could get along together if we really tried.

I'm willing to give it a shot. How about you?

What have we got to lose?

So, you got any good shots yet?

Try sensational.

Once they get a look at them, they'll have to give me the job.

I thought you already had it.

Well, almost. I had to do some spec shots first.

You're doing all this work for free?

Here we go again.

For years, I've been saying to you, come home.

Look, I've got lots of good connections. I could help you find a real job.

Who knows? You might even find that you like having a little stability in your

life. You really don't get it, do you?

I love what I'm doing.

I love fishing.

But that didn't put a roof over your head, a food in your mouth. A steady job

did. 29 years with the same corporation.

Is it so terrible that I want the same thing for you?

Like it or not, Dad, I made a choice.

And I'm going to stick with it.

Right.

Just like you did with your painting.

What in the world are you talking about?

Is any of it true about you and David Lynch? No. I mean, yes.

I mean, why? Is it any of your business?

Christine, I'm not asking you these questions as your boss. I'm asking them

your friend.

I'm concerned for you.

Yes, we had dinner a few times.

And we did spend a couple of afternoons in Napa.

But the way you're laying this out, you're making it sound like David is my

lover, not my architect, which is all he is.

I believe you.

But how much do you really know about David Walsh?

He's a nice man, a terrific architect. What else do I need to know?

That he hasn't told you.

Told me what?

That he has a wife.

Thank you.

Christine, what a surprise.

David, we've got a problem.

Don't tell me. I thought over the plans. I drew up and you're having second

thoughts. It's okay.

They're only sketches. There's plenty of time to make changes.

Not the house.

Someone's been telling lies about me.

About us.

I don't understand what kind of lies.

David, you didn't tell me you were married.

Not that it would keep you from designing my house. Why not?

My divorce was final over a year ago.

Your wife doesn't seem to think so.

Rebecca, how do you... She's in San Francisco. Look, your private life

stay just that, private.

But it's starting to affect me.

She went to my boss, accused me of having an affair with you. She

reputation. The hotel is on... Christina, I'm so sorry.

Let me try to explain.

That would be nice.

Rebecca is... well, obsessive.

She always has been when it comes to me. She required so much of

my attention that she demanded it, actually, that it got to the point where

couldn't even work anymore.

Our marriage was a disaster.

Divorce was even worse.

A few months...

After we split up, I started dating again. Rebecca couldn't stand it.

She hounded whoever I was seeing. She called them up in the middle of the

anything to scare them away.

But, David, we're not having a relationship.

And I'm not married.

I'm sorry you got mixed up in this at all. I should have known that relocating

in San Francisco wasn't going to change anything.

Is she dangerous?

Bitter, lonely, evidently more desperate than I thought, but Rebecca's never

been violent, if that's what you're asking.

Christine, I'll straighten everything out with Mr. McDermott right away. I

promise. You have my word on it.

made his lunch yet.

Is he all right?

Lewis?

Rough day at the office, my love?

It's our anniversary now.

Did you forget again?

We have to celebrate.

Rebecca, we don't have an anniversary anymore.

Poetic license.

How did you get in here?

You may not think we're married anymore, but my driver's license still says Mrs.

Welsh.

Do you think it's funny forcing me to go around apologizing for you?

It's one thing to try to hurt me, but leaving it sent people out of this.

I did it for your own good.

You deserve better than that tramp.

Rebecca, I am not involved with her.

Fine. My mistake.

I'd rather talk about us anyway.

There is no us. There hasn't been for two years.

I saw the way you looked at me when I came into the room.

The feelings are still there. You can't deny it. Kiss me, David.

Please. I made you happy once. I can't again.

Stop it.

Can't you get it through your head? It's too late. There is nothing left. No,

that's a lie!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, please.

I can be anyone you want me to be. All you have to do is ask.

Christine Francis, I could be like her. Or the one that you like in Denver,

Nancy, please. Just give me one more chance. That's all I ask.

Please.

Leave San Francisco.

Just go.

But first you have to look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me.

I don't think you can do that.

Here you are, Mrs. Green, safe and sound.

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

One hallway started to look like the next, and I don't know what I would have

done.

I came back to the room. You were gone.

I got worried and went looking for you.

Everything's fine now. Mrs. Green got locked out of her suite. It happens.

Thanks a lot.

I didn't mean to worry you. Oh, it's okay.

As long as you're all right.

But I'm not.

Damn disease.

I got locked out because... Shh.

I know.

I know.

Sonia, the whole time I was looking for you, I kept saying to myself,

Dear God, don't let anything happen to my wife.

Just bring her back to me.

Here you are, safe and sound.

And I'm telling you, I... I want to fight this with you all the way

We'll lose. In the end, we'll lose. You know that.

Sweetheart, I'm just starting to accept that you have Alzheimer's.

Now you want me to accept defeat, too?

Oh, Lewis, I'm so sorry for what is to come.

It's going to be bad for me, but it's going to be hell for you.

I just can't bear the thought of you having to go through this alone.

Andrea, too.

I don't want you to get your hopes up.

I tried to smooth things over with her this morning, but...

Well, you know.

No, I don't know.

We came here with one purpose in mind and one purpose only, for you to come to

terms with our daughter.

You're going to need Andrea as much as she's going to need you when things get

really rough. And believe me, that time's coming a lot sooner than you

You're going to have to meet her halfway, Lewis. I can't do it for you.

I've tried.

I just can't.

You can't or you won't.

I can see a number of you are getting tired.

At least I hope it's tired and not bored.

Don't worry, the tour is almost over.

On the mezzanine level is our picture gallery, featuring many of the famous

guests that St. Gregory has hosted over the years.

You'll see presidents, movie stars, a movie star who became a president.

It's my favorite part of the tour. I hope it'll be yours, too.

Steve, are you all right?

Too many paints, Dr. Curtis.

You sure gave us a scare.

Accidents happen, especially when you're not paying attention.

It's stupid of me to be reading while I was going down the stairs.

Are you sure it was an accident? No, Peter. Whenever I'm in a hurry, I take

steps ten at a time.

Could you have been tripped?

Well, it felt like I might have bumped into someone on the way down, but

tripped? One of the guests in Julie's tour said it looked like you were.

And I thought I saw David Welch's wife at the top of the stairs after your

accident.

Ex -wife, Peter.

And is it just me, or are we jumping to conclusions here?

David said she wasn't dangerous.

Well, nothing's confirmed, but we could be totally off base.

I want you to take some time off.

Wait a minute.

Just a day or two.

Give Billy a chance to check into this further.

Peter, look at that desk. I am swamped.

You can take the work home with you.

No, I have two important meetings tomorrow.

I'll cover for you. This is ridiculous.

No one tripped me. I slipped.

Christine, you need the rest.

Doctor's orders. And mine.

Okay?

What wonderful news. I just talked to Julie. The owner of the hotel loves my

photographs. It's not official yet, but I got the job.

For the brochure. Oh, your father will be so excited when he gets back.

Come on. Change into something fancy. I am taking the two of you out to lunch at

the nicest place in town.

Well, the nicest place I can afford, that is.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

But then I always was.

The family album?

Good morning, Andrea.

Before we start arguing again... I don't want us to argue.

Not if I can help it.

Besides, you always seem to win.

What's this, a white flag on the horizon?

Not another word about your work.

Sure. That's easy for you to say, now that I really got the job.

You mean... The brochure and Mr. McDermott wants to put me on retainer as

hotel's official photographer. I've landed my first full -time account.

You've really shown me.

I'm very happy for you, Andre. I mean that.

You're just going to stand there?

I hate it that we always fight.

Most of the time, I'm not even sure we'll get them started.

We've been practicing for 20 years.

It doesn't take much.

Truth?

Nothing would make me happier.

Well, look at you.

I guess you've heard the news.

What news?

The hotel, John.

Andrea, you got it?

Why don't you tell me?

Tell you? I just did.

No, you didn't.

Why is everybody always keeping secrets from me?

There are no secrets. I told you.

Well, the surprise is spoiled now.

I just hate being the last one to know things.

I'm sorry, Andrew.

I guess it's obvious now. I haven't been honest with you about your mother.

Come on, let's take a walk.

Tell security was asking a lot of questions about you last night.

I told them you'd gone back to Denver.

I couldn't get a flight out yesterday. I'm on my way to the airport now.

My God, Rebecca, you're lucky that little stun of yours didn't injure her

seriously. Her?

Who? Christine?

Did something happen to your client?

It was you, wasn't it?

You tripped her down the flight of stairs.

David, I don't know what you're talking about. I just came by to apologize for

my surprise visit.

And one of the workmen told me you were on top of the building, so I was going

to leave you a note.

I wish I could believe you.

Maybe it's better that I tell you this face to face.

I wanted to give us one last chance.

But yesterday, throwing myself at you the way I did, it was desperate and

foolish.

It scared me a lot.

I know it's over between us. I do.

You've made a fresh start for yourself in San Francisco, and I'm happy for you.

And I guess it's finally time that I made a fresh start of my own.

I won't make any more trouble for you ever again.

This is the last time I mean that.

Becca, if there's anything I can do... No, thank you, David.

Goodbye.

Alzheimer's?

She's only 51 years old.

There's no mistake on you.

Symptoms are getting worse.

I've seen it happening, now you have too.

So that's why she sold the shop.

Sorry to say I haven't been much help.

You know, me and business, I can handle anything.

Facts, figures, bottom line, as you put it.

I can deal with these things.

If there's ever a problem, nine times out of ten, I can solve it.

This disease makes me feel so damn powerless.

There's nothing I can do to stop it. Nothing.

I guess that's why I resisted the truth long after it was staring me in the

face. How long have you known?

Months.

Some nights I wake up, my mother's turned the light on.

She's sitting there crying, going through the family album, looking at

she can't remember we've been, faces she can't put a name to.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

It's not easy giving in to the idea the woman you love, that you've made a life

with, raised a family with, is slipping away.

Well, I won't let you go through it alone.

As long as I know I can pick up the phone and speak to you, I won't be.

That's not enough.

I want to be with our dad.

Think about it, Andre.

Things are starting to go your way.

You finally got your first long -term account.

You could really make something for yourself here.

Are you willing to just pick up, walk away from that?

Especially for a battle you can't win.

It was so nice of you to go out of your way, Miss Hunter.

My office should have rescheduled our appointment.

It's no problem.

Actually, I prefer meeting with you at home rather than your office.

You have excellent taste, Miss Francis.

In your furnishings and in your architect.

I'm a very big fan of David.

He spoke highly of you as well. You're very lucky to have him. David doesn't

involved with just anyone, you know.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Afternoon, Christine.

How are you feeling?

Oh, my wrist is much better, thank you.

We miss you, but we're managing.

I took that meeting with Mr. Drake about the new computer system for billing,

and I got you at 3 o 'clock with food and beverage covered.

Oh, thanks.

And I spoke to Dorothy Hunter, the decorator.

Postponed your meeting until early next week.

She was very cooperative.

What was that?

You spoke with her personally?

Yeah, we just got off the phone.

Is next week a problem for you?

Uh, no.

No, it's no problem at all. It's just that... Peter?

Hello?

Hello?

Rebecca?

So we meet at last.

Did you really expect me to stand by and let you steal my husband away

without a fight?

You have to believe me. I am not David's lover. We had a wonderful marriage

until you came around.

The problem is not between you and me.

With you out of the way, there won't be any problem.

It is between you and David.

You have to talk to him.

Let him know what you're feeling. You don't know how many times I've tried.

He doesn't trust me anymore.

You won't listen.

If you want, I'll go with you.

We'll talk to him together, okay?

Well, it's not going to be easy.

You're going to have to tell him that you don't love him.

And...

You're going to have to make him understand that I am the only woman in

life. That he needs me.

And no one else.

I'll try, Rebecca.

Come on.

Let's go find David. What do you say?

You really do this for me?

Why?

Because I care about you. No!

Well, I'm not going to let you near him again.

Ever.

Three days is just too short a visit. We haven't even left yet, and already I'm

missing you.

I'm coming home with you, Mom.

What?

I know.

I know about your illness.

Your father promised me he wouldn't tell.

He didn't have any choice.

How long do you think he could hide it from me? I have a right to know.

But that's not why we came. I wanted him to try and patch things up with you,

not force you into a decision you're going to regret.

He didn't even know my decision yet.

I've given this a lot of thought, Mom.

My career matters a lot.

But I'm a photographer. I can work anywhere.

And right now, the most important thing to me is you.

You have no idea what you'll be coming home to.

I'm not naive. I have some idea of what's ahead.

Oh, no, you don't.

Forgetting what I did with the house keys is one thing, but six months or a

from now... I won't even remember who you are.

I won't remember what it was like when I brought you home from the

hospital after you were born.

The way I held you in my arms and rocked you and thanked you.

All the things I saved.

The lock of your hair, your first report card.

The very first photographs you ever took. I won't even remember what those

things are, much less why I saved them.

Somebody will be feeding me and bathing me.

I want you to remember me as I am right now, not what I'm going to become.

You're my mother.

I love you.

I always will.

And I want to be with you no matter what.

Please, Mom, let me fight this with you.

Oh, my angel girl.

Where's your other phone in the bedroom?

All right.

Come on, I want you to call David.

And I want you to tell him to come here.

Nothing more, I slit your throat, understood?

Don't move, Mr. McDermott. Don't even blink.

I just want to talk, that's all.

As you can see, I kind of have my hands full at the moment.

You don't really want to hurt her?

Oh, if someone hurts me, I hurt them back.

But this, Rebecca, it won't solve anything.

She stole my husband.

That's not true.

Are you calling me a liar? No, no. It's just that Christine couldn't be having

an affair with your husband.

Because I'm in love with her.

And she's in love with me.

I've seen them together at dinner, at his work.

It's business. That's all it is. If I can trust Christine to spend time with

him, why can't you?

Christine is my second skin.

Sometimes she knows more about me than I know myself.

There's not a day goes by when I don't depend on her for her advice and her

support and the special friendship that we have together.

I treasure her more than anything else in my life.

I couldn't live a day without her.

Rebecca, you, above all people, should know how that feels.

I can't let her go.

Don't you see?

She's my way back to David.

Oh, there are other ways.

Why should I believe you?

Men understand how other men's minds work, what makes them listen.

Help me.

First, you have to do something for me.

Let Christine go.

Come on.

Nobody's going to hurt you. Just let her go.

Everything's going to be fine for you.

Well, I hope you had a good stay.

Thanks, we did.

Last chance to change your mind.

I'm sure, Dad, I really want to do this.

No regrets?

None.

You know, you've really grown up while I wasn't looking.

So have you, Dad.

Andrea, I just wanted to say goodbye.

I'm going to miss you.

I'll get back here someday.

Have a safe trip home.

Julie, would you do me a favor and take a picture of us for the family album?

Oh.

Okay, everybody smile.

The police said this psychiatric evaluation would take 48 hours.

Hopefully, after that, they'll release her to my custody.

Of course, we'll be going back to Denver.

It must be so hard for you. Oh, I consider myself lucky if anything had

to you. But nothing did.

The important thing is she'll be getting help now.

Well, I'm going to do everything I can to see that she does.

Of course, that means I'll be spending a lot more time in Denver.

Someone's going to have to give.

You mean the little projects?

I hate to hold up your plans for the Napa house.

A good architect is hard to find.

Why don't we talk about this when you get back?

It was quite a performance you gave today.

What's that?

The things you said to Rebecca.

Very convincing.

Almost had me fooled.

It wasn't an act, Christine.

The words came easy.

I meant every single one of them.

Thank you for saying that.

I don't want to sound ungrateful, Peter, but what were you doing with keys to my

apartment?

When you were away last month, I'm the guy who watered your plants, remember?

And you do sound ungrateful.

Overwatered them, you mean?

You want them back?

No.

You never know when they might come in handy again.