Someone Like You... Page #8

Hello, Dr. Charles.

Can you hear me?

- I'm getting nothing.

- Where the hell is she? Where's the feed?

- Excuse me.

We seem to be having

some technical difficulties.

If you'll just bear with us,

I'm sure we'll get it repaired.

Tell them to patch it through

on the other line.

- We can't. We only have one dedicated line.

- Sh*t!

Okay, take us to commercial.

Uh, she's here.

She wants to go on.

Ho-Hold that.

Hold that. Hold that.

- She's here.

- Well, ladies and gentlemen,

it seems that the reason we've

been unable to get through...

to Dr. Charles

telephonically...

is because at this moment

she is right here in our studio,

having decided to do

the interview in person after all.

- Holy sh*t.

- So let's not waste any more time.

Join me in welcoming

Dr. Marie Charles!

- Makeup?

- Stop. Stop.

Show yourself, Dr. Charles.

Wake up!

Jane, what's going on?

Where's Dr. Charles?

- There is no Dr. Charles.

There never was.

- I invented her, Diane.

- You...

- I invented her because...

I had something to say,

and... somehow...

I thought if... if-if-if it were

coming from a 65-year-old Ph. D.,

that you would

see it the way I had...

as a truth, as a legitimate,

scientific truth.

But it isn't.

It's completely ridiculous.

And...

I lied to you all,

and I lied to myself.

Because

the real truth is that...

Because

the real truth is that...

I was heartbroken...

and lost.

You know, and I just wanted

to understand it somehow.

I wanted it to be...

about them.

So everything I thought I had figured

out was completely upside-down.

I thought this bull had gone on

to another new cow,

when, in fact, she was an old cow

who had become a new cow again.

I mean, what was

I talking about?

I was comparing

men to animals,

- which... okay, let's face it... sometimes they are.

-

But sometimes they are not.

Sometimes

you open the barn door,

or the hospital room door...

or the bedroom door and...

you find the real thing.

You find a guy who...

can sit with you when you

are at your absolute worst,

when you are knee-deep in Kleenex, and

your face looks like a punching bag,

and you are a complete

and total mess.

And he...

can still look at you

and tell you...

that Ray is not the last man

you're ever going to love.

- Eddie! Oh, my God.

Hey, are you all right?

All right.

There you go. Late edition.

Eddie!

- Oh, Eddie!

- Eddie! Eddie!

Stop. Stop.

Whew.

So, what you see

is what you get, huh?

Minus a few gray hairs

and a Ph. D., yeah.

I'm really sorry, Eddie.

You should have told me.

I should have told you

a lot of things.

You were right.

It was about my nature.

Out of all the things

you said to me that night,

what scared me

the most is...

that I would find it again.

Because I have.

Would you please

say something?

No.

So you're saying?

What do we got to lose?

- Everything?

- Exactly.

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