Meet My Valentine Page #6

- Really great guy.

- Yeah.

I really

like him a lot.

But enough about him

or anybody else.

Tonight is

about you and me,

so close your eyes.

- Im nervous.

- ( chuckles )

Oh, my God, I cant

believe you did that.

- Keep your eyes closed.

- Okay.

Eyes closed.

( giggles )

- Okay, you ready?

- Wait, I dont know.

- Um... okay.

- Open em.

Val:

Oh, my God.

When did you...?

Michael and I

put the finishing

touches on it.

( French accent )

Ah, a seat for madame?

( laughs )

What?

Mm, thank you.

Youre welcome.

That is the worst--

that is the worst

French accent

Ive ever heard.

I am sure I dont

know what you are

talking about.

I was born in Paree.

Oh,je suis dsol,

monsieur.

Huh.

( grumbles )

How do you say...

"show-off"?

I dont know.

( laughs )

Well, I already know

who our waiter is.

Whos our chef?

Youre looking at him.

Oh, yeah?

I searched

high and low

through all

the finest food stores

in Los Angeles

to find this.

Oh, my G--

Thats impressive.

Thats the good stuff.

I even learned

how to boil water.

- Oh, my.

- Here goes nothing.

Okay.

If you hear screaming...

Dont hurt yourself.

( music playing )

If theres

one thing Id do

Id love you forever...

( laughs )

Whoa.

( groans )

Hey, you okay?

Mm-hmm.

( grunts )

Brain freeze.

( laughs )

Well, I can-- I can

help you with that.

That would quench

the feelings

That I have for you...

( Val moaning )

Phoebe wont be home

for an hour.

Not till--

not till morning.

I texted Brynn

from the restaurant.

- Yeah? God, I love you.

- ( laughs )

( rips )

- Whoa.

- ( laughs )

( Val laughing )

( sighs )

( sobbing

softly )

Hey.

- ( sobbing )

- Oh, my God.

Babe.

Whats wrong?

Hey, talk to me.

Talk to me.

Talk to me.

Hey, youre

scaring me.

( gasping )

Tom, youre

scaring me.

Val:

Maybe theres

another specialist.

- No.

- ( sobbing )

( whispers )

I just want to tell you

to wait.

Wait.

I dont want you to go.

Val:

Why did you

keep this from me?

It was a mistake.

How are we

gonna tell her?

( sniffles )

Well figure

something out.

( sighs, coughs )

( panting )

( thumps )

( bangs )

( coughing )

( hacking )

( panting )

( chuckles )

( clicking )

( birds chirping )

That one looks

like a watermelon.

Hey,

baby girl...

Okay, maybe an egg.

Its early, Daddy.

Hey, do you remember

when Rufus got sick?

Daddy,

are you trying

to make me cry?

He got sick...

and we had to drive him

to the vet

and put him to sleep.

But it wasnt

anyones fault.

Sometimes,

things like that

just happen...

no matter how much

we wish that it didnt.

I know that.

Daddy, what are you--

Baby, Im gonna be

your daddy forever.

And if you ever

get scared...

or lonely...

you can look up at these clouds

and you can find me there.

Daddy,

I dont understand.

Its okay.

You dont have to.

Not now.

Then why

are you crying?

Because

Im thinking about...

( Tom sighs )

...ice cream.

Thats what I see up there.

Do you see it?

For breakfast?

Why the hell not,

kiddo?

Come on.

Lets go jump in the car

before Mommy wakes up

and spoils our plan.

( faint whirring )

( birds chirping )

- Wow.

- Tom:
Yum!

Took you

long enough.

Your text

said early.

What kind

of ice cream truck

makes its rounds

at 7:
00 a.m.?

The kind you pay

a lot of money to.

Whats your flavor?

Uh, pralines

and cream.

Dumb it down a little.

Ice cream truck.

- Chocolate?

- Good.

Michael,

this is Phoebe.

Phoebe,

this is Michael.

Hey, Pheebs.

How do you know

my nickname?

Because

I can read minds.

No, you cant.

How do you know

that I cant?

Your head

would be bigger.

( chuckles )

- Fair enough.

- Tom:
Lets go.

- Mike:
Youre eight?

- Yeah.

Oh, cool.

- Whats your favorite class?

- I dont have one.

- You dont have

a favorite class?

- No.

You know what mine was?

Calculus.

Phoebe:

Huh? Whats that?

( silent )

Radio DJ:

Hey, weve been

promising it all week,

and now here it is, kids.

Star 98.7

has the L.A. premiere

of the new

Hanson Carter single,

"Youll Always Be My Girl."

Phoebe!

Phoe--

( winces )

( silent )

( winces )

Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, Im fine. Im fine.

I just-- I got

a little dizzy.

Im good.

- Do you need a doctor?

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

Last time I went to a doctor,

they told me I was dying.

That was a joke.

Heh. Just a joke.

Youre gonna take care

of her, right?

Right?

Yeah, Tom.

Promise me.

( sighs )

Tom,

what are you doing?

Promise me that

no matter what happens,

youre going

to follow through...

that youre the guy.

I need to know

that youre the guy.

Tom, I dont know

that anybody can

make that promise.

But I will tell you

that Ill try my best.

Fair enough, Michael.

Drive her home

for me, okay?

Okay.

Recording:

Hi. Its Tom Bishop.

I cant take your call.

Please leave a message,

and I will call you back.

( remote beeps )

Wheres Tom?

- We just left him--

- Where, Michael? Where?

At the park.

Listen. Listen.

Okay, listen.

Come here. Okay.

Listen, Uncle Mac

is coming from

Aunt Brynns house.

Ooh. Are they

going out now?

Phoebe, focus!

Okay, I want you

to go inside.

I dont want you

to open up the door

for anyone else

except Mac, okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- Do you understand?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Im so sorry, Val.

I heard hes--

Why were you

even together?

- He asked me for help.

- Help with what?

Its--

its complicated.

Yeah, uncomplicate it

for me, Michael.

- Does he have his phone?

- Yes, of course he has

his phone.

All right, lets go.

Track his phone.

He told me

why he did it,

Val, and...

it makes sense.

Go home, Michael.

( Val screaming )

Tom!

Tom!

You shouldnt be here!

You selfish, selfish

son of a b*tch!

He told you?

- I am your wife!

- I know! I know.

All of this has been

for you and Phoebe.

I am not some puppy

you could just

give away to someone

when you think they

need a better home!

- I am your wife!

- I know! I know!

Im trying to do

what is best for you.

Look.

Take a close look,

because this is

just the beginning.

Val, this is

just the beginning.

Its gonna get

so much worse.

I dont want you

to see me like that.

You dont get to tell us

what we want!

What was this,

the-- the lone martyr

walks out into

the ocean to die?

You kidding me?

You want to choose

how you die?

Heres your choice.

You come home,

and you stay

with me and Phoebe

and your friends

and your family...

and the people

who love you...

remembering

the amazing life

that we have.

Or you can die

right here.

Im not gonna sit here

and watch you

kill yourself.

Val!

I dont know what to do.

( sobs )

I dont know what to do.

Shh. Shh.

Im sorry.

( sobbing )

Im so sorry.

How did we

get here?

Youre

a control freak.

Right.

And youre

lucky Michaels

good with words.

If he hadnt explained

everything so well,

I would have

killed you myself.

Hes good

with words, is he?

Hes excellent

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