Everlasting Love

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Episode 222

Fade In: Interior.  Sylvia’s living room.  She is seated on the couch with a tea service on her table and Arthur in front of her.  She is placing down her empty tea cup.  His is already on the tray.

Sylvia: Arthur, you can’t be serious.

Arthur: Oh, I’m very serious, Sylvia.  That’s my resignation effective immediately.

Sylvia: But what are we to do?  The hospital can’t be run efficiently without a Chief of Staff.

Arthur: That isn’t my problem anymore.  I told you a while ago that I wanted to resign as Chief of Staff and remain at the hospital.  You said you would take care of it but you haven’t done anything.

Sylvia: These things take time and I’ve been rather busy with personal matters, Arthur.

Arthur: I understand that but if the hospital means as much to you as you say it does then you should have handled this as well.

Sylvia: How dare you come into my house and question how much Maple Falls General Hospital means to me!  My Papa founded that hospital and you know it.  Why if it hadn’t been for Papa then everyone who is ever sick in Maple Falls would have to go to Boston.  It shows how much Papa cared about everyone to have established a hospital here and my Papa would never leave without making sure that his patients are cared for and looked after properly.

Arthur: Are you insinuating that I am leaving my patients in that manner?

Sylvia: Well I don’t enjoy insinuating such things but I think it’s obvious.  All you care about is the money and living in New York.  You don’t care about us any longer.

Arthur: I truly resent that, Sylvia.  My mother worked very hard washing floors and cleaning up for you and your precious Papa to get me through medical school and you know that.

Sylvia: I remember your mother, yes, and I always thought that because of her we would remain close but apparently all you can think about is your career away from Maple Falls and what of Brian?  What is he going to do without you?

Arthur: My relationship with Brian has nothing do with this.

Sylvia: I’m only asking as Brian’s friend.  I care deeply about him and you, too, Arthur.

Arthur: If you care as deeply about me as you say you do then you have would reinstated Max as Chief of Staff and let me remain on staff as I requested.

Sylvia: Max return as Chief of Staff?  Never.

Arthur: And why not?  The only reason you don’t want him as Chief of Staff is because he cheated on you with Jen and divorced you and is marrying Brooke.

Sylvia: And you’re all right with Max marrying Brooke?

Arthur: Yes.  I don’t see why I wouldn’t be.

Sylvia: Weren’t you married to her once yourself?

Arthur: It was a marriage of convenience nothing more. I’m truly happy for Brooke.  I love her as a friend.

Sylvia: If you really love her as a friend before you abandon Papa’s hospital and run off to New York, you’ll stop her from marrying Max.

Arthur: Why would I do that?

Sylvia: Because Max always has and always will love only one woman–that dreadful Jennifer Crane.

Close up of Sylvia

CUT-TO: Interior.  Richard’s dining room.  Jen is pouring booze into her coffee cup as she hears Richard’s footsteps.  She puts the bottle under a shelf and turns when he enters the room.

Jen: Still no luck?

Richard: No.  I pay these idiots to find my daughter and nothing.  I can’t believe she would leave that boarding school and run off with a phony Italian count.

Jen: Count Giovanni Frangelico.  I suppose that makes her a countess.

Richard: Don’t joke about this, Jen, it’s not funny.

Jen: Sorry.  (Sitting at the table) Sit down and have some scrambled eggs and toast.  I made it myself.

Richard: I’m not hungry.

Jen: Richard, you have to eat something.  (He sits as she serves him the eggs and toast.) I don’t understand how Alyson can be a countess though.  Didn’t Giovanni marry a countess?

Richard: I don’t pay attention to such things.  (She gives him his food and sits.)  Do you have the pepper?

Jen: (Handing him the pepper): Here.  It’s a good thing I do.  Giovanni married Countess Althea Frangelico even though Giovanni was in his early twenties and Althea was in her late seventies.

Richard: And what does that tell you about the kind of man my daughter married?  He’s a Giglio.  (She laughs) What’s so amusing?

Jen: I don’t think anyone is Giglio anymore.

Richard: Then what would you call a man who marries a woman in her seventies for money?

Jen: Smart.

Richard: Jennifer!  This is Alyson we are talking about.  My angel and she’s God knows where.  I sent her to that all girls school in Switzerland so she’d be safe and there she is eloping with a no good fake Italian Count.

Jen: I don’t think he’s a fake It–

Richard: I’ve had him investigated.  Giovannia Frangelico doesn’t exit.  He’s Tony DeLeo from the Bronx.  He somehow made his way to Europe and ended up marrying–.

Jen: Countess Althea Frangelico but she must be dead otherwise he couldn’t be legally married to Alyson.

Richard: I know all that and there isn’t any record of the Countess dying.

Jen: She was one of the great beauties of the world but she must be dead.  She hasn’t been seen for years.

Richard: (Rises): I don’t know what I’m doing sitting here eating eggs and toast.  I’m sorry that you came here last night and I’m running out on you today but I’m going to Italy and demanding a meeting with Countess Althea and then bringing my Angel home.

CUT-TO: Interior.  Grace’s room at the rectory.  Grace is laying in bed with a heating pad on her back and has a tray with legs over her as Dot is crumbling crackers into Grace’s bowl of tomato soup.

Dot: You don’t want me to feed it to you, too, do you?

Grace: No I appreciate all you have done.

Dot: How long are planning to stay here?

Grace: I don’t know.  It was a very bad fall.  (Sips her soup and it burns her tongue.) Ow!

Dot: Too hot?  Should I cool it down for you?

Grace: No, I’m fine.  It’ll cool by itself.

Dot: So tell me again how you injured your back.

Grace: Why should I have to tell you again?  You were there.  You saw me fall.

Dot: No, I didn’t.  I was at O’Leary’s at the time but I was outside getting Martin to come in when Melanie came running out and told me you fell and that she needed help.

Grace: I must have blocked all that out.

Dot: Yes.  You must have.

Grace: I don’t know exactly how I did it.  There must have been some water or grease on the floor.  I stood up to go and then my feet went out from under me and then I fell on my back and then a stretcher came and I was carried off to the hospital–

Dot: Yes, I know.  I was there for all that.

Grace: You asked me how it happened.  (Sips soup.) Ow!

Dot: Still too hot?  (Grace nods.) Take a sip of water. (Grace takes a sip of water out of the glass.)  I asked you what made you fall.  I knew the rest of it.  I’d better go see what Donald wants for lunch.

Grace:  I must say I’m surprised at you.

Dot: Are you?

Grace: Yes you don’t sound sympathetic.  I did injure myself and I am in a lot of pain and Doctor Goldman said I would need a place to rest and I’m staying at the Rectory because my house burned down and my husband died in the fire.  I’m just a poor widow woman.

Dot: (Handing Grace a napkin): There, there, Grace, dry your eyes.

Grace: (Drying her eyes.): You must know what it’s like to be a widow.

Dot: Me?

Grace: Your husband–Mister Shea.

Dot: Oh, yes, him.

Grace: He must have died unless you were divorced?

Dot: No.  He’s dead.

Grace: You never speak of him.  You must miss him a great deal.

Dot: I didn’t know him that well and we weren’t married that long, Grace, before he died.  I daresay I probably miss my husband as much as you miss yours.  Now why don’t you drink your soup?  I imagine it’s cooled off enough.

(Dot exits.  Close up of Grace scowling after Dot.)

CUT-TO: Interior.  Father McShane’s office.  He is on his phone as there is a light tapping and the door opens and Dot enters.

Father: Yes, Kathy, anything at all that I can do for you and Jim, I am always here.  Yes, dear, goodbye.  (He hangs up his phone.) It’s terrible what Jim and Kathy are going through but with God’s guidance they should be all right.

Dot: So you don’t believe Jim when he said he killed Noel?

Father: No.  I know that Jim hated Noel.  I had the broken arm to prove it but Jim is a decent, honest, caring man.  I don’t believe he could kill another man even one as troubled as Noel Tremayne.

Dot: Noel Tremayne troubled? Evil is more like it.

Father: I’m not here to judge others, Dorothy, and neither are you.  Now what is it you wanted?

Dot: I want to know what you’d like for lunch and dinner.  I’ll make both now as I have to get back to Kathy.

Father: You certainly are a devoted mother, Dorothy, but you take a special pleasure in being Kathy’s mother, don’t you?  I wonder how you kept it hidden all these years.

Dot: It was difficult but I made sure I always saw her every day.  I made it a point too. I adore Kathy.  There’s no one else in Maple Falls like her.

Father: I know what you mean.  Kathy is truly a special person.  I’ve always adored her myself.

Dot: Have you, Donald?

Father: Yes.  I thought you knew that.

Dot: I did but it’s good to hear you say that because there’s something I think I should tell you about Kathy–

(Sharp rap on the door and it opens. Brian enters)

Brian: Mom!

Dot: Brian, what are you doing here?

Brian: I have to talk to you.  I’m sorry, Father.

Father: It’s all right.  We miss you at Mass, Brian, and your friend, Arthur, too.

Brian: Yes, Father.  Mom?

Dot: Brian, I’m talking to Father.

Father: Please use my office, Dorothy, I have to go for my daily meditation.

Dot: What about lunch and dinner?

Father: Prepare whatever you think I like.  You know I enjoy your cooking.  Good to see you again, Brian, don’t be a stranger.

Brian: Thank you, Father.

(Father McShane exits.)

Dot: Brian, what is this all about?

Brian: Arthur is leaving.

Dot: Arthur?  Why?  I thought you two were happy.

Brian: I thought so too and then he told me this morning that he’s accepted a job to be on staff at Mount Sinai Beth Israel in New York and he’s leaving next week.

Dot: Oh, dear.  I’m sorry that happened.

Brian: Me, too.

Dot: I’m sure you’ll find someone else.

Brian: No, Mom, he’s not leaving me.  He’s leaving Maple Falls.

Dot: I’m sorry.  I don’t understand.

Brian: He wants us to still be married.  He’s going to New York and settling into his job there and he wants me to be with him.

Dot: How can you be with him if he’s in New York and you’re in Maple Falls?

Brian: That’s what I’m telling you.  He wants me to move to New York.

Dot: He wants you to leave your mother behind and move away?  Brian, we’ve never been apart.

Brian: I know.  That’s what I thought when he asked me.

Dot: You’re not going to do it, are you?

Brian: I think I might.

Dot: Brian?

Brian: I really love him and I want to be with him.

Dot: I know you do, Brian, but should we be talking about that kind of love here at the Rectory?

Brian: What kind of love?  Love is love, Mom.

Dot: Brian, I don’t have time–

Brian: Oh because Arthur and I could never love each other as much as say Kathy or Jim because we’re two men and they’re a woman and man.  Is that what you’re saying?

Dot: Brian, don’t raise your voice remember we’re in–

Brian: A Rectory which is right next to the Church.  A Church that would never marry Arthur and I because being gay is against everything the Catholic Church and Dorothy Shea stands for.

Dot: That’s completely unfair.  I have accepted you and Arthur.  I’ve told you that.

Brian: You’re happy.  You’re happy that Arthur is leaving me and going to live in New York.  You hope that when he gets there he forgets all about me and I can go back into my closet and we can pretend that Brian isn’t gay.

Dot: I never said anything like that.

Brian: You don’t have to say it.  It’s what you want.  It’s what you’ve always wanted.  A dutiful son who does whatever his mommy tells him too.

Dot: You’re getting hysterical.

Brian: Well I did that act for over thirty years and I’m not doing it anymore.  I came to you for advice for understanding for compassion and all I get is a mother whose happy her son’s fiancée is leaving town and breaking his heart!  You’d never treat Kathy this way.

Dot: You leave Kathy out of this.

Brian: Wonderful. Fantastic. Pure. Sweet. Kathy.  No one can be as good as Kathy in your eyes.

Dot: Stop talking about Kathy!

Brian: Kathy is up on a pedestal and the rest of us are down here under her feet.  Why don’t you ever say anything bad about Kathy?  Why is she always different from the rest of us?  Why is she is always better?

Dot: BECAUSE SHE WOULD NEVER EMBARRASS ME THE WAY YOU DO! (Realizing what she has said) Oh, Brian!

(Brian is hurt and stunned.  He opens the door and runs from the room as Father McShane is there.)

Dot: Brian?

Father: Dorothy, what is going on?  I could hear you two arguing all the way in the meditation room.

Dot: We argued.  I said things and he said things the most terrible things about Kathy.

Father: Well I’m sure he didn’t mean–

Dot: How can you defend what he said about your own daughter?

Father: What did you say?

Dot: I didn’t mean to it come out this way.

Father: Dorothy, tell me what you said.

Dot: Donald, Kathy Burke is your daughter.

Close up of Father McShane

Close up of Dot

Fade to Black












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