The Secrets of Emily Blair Page #2

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She's my friend.

What are you saying?

Okay, just stop.

No, she's my friend.

Em?

What are you even saying?

Just stop it.

No, you're a liar.

She loves me.

Just stop.

Stop.

No.

No.

No, just stop it.

She's my friend.

Em.

I'm changing.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

I just heard you talking.

Get the f*** out!

Damn.

What?

I still think

I was overdressed.

No, no, no.

Sweetie, you were perfect.

Surprise!

Congratulations!

Happy engagement!

Yay! Happy...

This is incredible, thank you.

- Get some champagne going.

- Hey, congratulations.

Please, just listen, I

just want to say something.

I really hope you two are

gonna start a family soon.

Linda, don't pressure the kids.

Here we go.

Of course, if you guys are

thinking about having a family,

I'm sure your mother

has a lot of good advice.

A lot of advice. Starting right now.

I'm sure she does.

The clock is ticking, right

now, it's gotta be happening.

Uh... Linda. The clock is

always ticking with Linda.

Father Avital.

Linda.

Oh. So nice

of you to come.

Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

William, great to see you.

It's been too long.

Yes, it has.

Father, this is Emily,

my fiancee.

Father Avital has been my priest

since, well, since I was born.

That makes me feel old.

Oh, please,

you don't look a day older

than the first day you

arrived at St. Mark's.

I wish.

It's a pleasure

to meet you, Emily.

William's mom and dad

speak very highly of you.

Oh, yeah.

They tell me you're in medicine.

She's a nurse at County.

Ah!

What an honorable profession.

Do you like it?

Em?

Um...

Father, I am sorry. She's

not been feeling very well.

In certain cases, it's the exact

thing that needs to be done.

Mmm. You could

be right.

Hey.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah, sure.

Emily, what's going on?

Mmm.

What the hell?

I've seen you looking at me.

Emily, Jesus, this is

your engagement party.

What are you thinking?

If you don't want me,

then just tell 'me to stop.

Well, excuse me.

Oh, Jesus.

Emily, what are you doing?

All right, everyone, it's time

for the maid of honor to talk.

And get comfy,

'cause I tend to get a little

chatty after champagne.

Okay, so, I've known Emily since

freshman year of college.

That's when she was going

through what I like to call

her "mom jeans" phase.

But with my guidance she

rebounded from fashion disaster.

Sweetie, dial it back.

When she met Will,

I knew it was special.

She never talked about boys,

so when she brought him up,

I just knew that...

Okay, Em, kind of

doing something up here.

Emily.

Oh, my God.

- Are you cut?

- Are you okay?

It's bleeding.

You're okay.

Oh, my God.

- Let's get you some water.

- Okay.

You're lucky

you didn't cut yourself.

Are you on something?

No! Of course not.

I just...

I don't know. I guess I just

had too much champagne.

No, I've seen you drunk. I've

never seen you act like that.

That was just plain rude.

I'm sorry.

You were acting

like a crazy person.

Do you want me to call

the whole thing off?

Hmm?

Do you want out?

No.

Well, you don't have to put on a

show, you just have to tell me.

You are my person.

I know I can act

crazy sometimes.

This isn't the norm

Em crazy, this is...

A little elevated?

Yeah, a little.

Hey, I'm not supposed to be there

for 20 more minutes, right?

I know.

Consider this

your reminder call.

I'm sorry, honey, I'm just not thrilled

about Catholic marriage class.

I know, but

it's important to my folks.

Father Avital means a lot to us

and if we want him to do the

wedding, we gotta do the classes.

Okay, I'm walking

out the door right now.

Attagirl.

Love you.

Sh*t.

Come on.

William.

Father.

Emily, it's nice

to see you again.

Uh... Again?

Uh. Father Avital was at our engagement

party, sweetie. I introduced you.

Oh, right, of course. I'm sorry, Father.

It's good to see you again.

You don't remember us meeting?

I'm afraid I celebrated a

little too much that night.

Yes.

And our talk in the back hallway?

Excuse me.

Oh.

No. Did we have

a full-on conversation?

I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed.

What you must think of me.

What did we talk about?

Never mind, never mind.

Let's get started, shall we?

Come on.

Okay.

I guess, we haven't

really talked about it.

But I've always

wanted kids, I mean...

I guess we both have.

Right, sweetie?

Yes.

"Fill the earth

and subdue it."

Genesis 1:
28.

Do you like it?

No.

Em. FATHER AVITAL:

That's quite all right.

It is a little intense, I admit.

But, you see,

the Crucifixion is a

violent and gory reminder

of the ultimate sacrifice.

But it is also the

ultimate sign of faith.

What the f***

are you looking at?

Emily!

I'm sorry?

Oh, you should be.

Em.

He's leering at me.

I am looking at you, Emily.

Tell him to stop

raping me with his eyes!

Emily!

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

It's probably the flu.

Yes, sometimes a fever can

bring on strange behavior.

Yeah.

William,

I want to ask you

a delicate question.

I don't want to upset you.

Okay.

Is there a history of mental

illness in Emily's family?

What?

Well, you know,

bipolar disorder,

manic depression,

schizophrenia,

that sort of thing.

She's adopted. Um...

I don't know her family history.

How are you feeling?

I'm mortified.

I'm so sorry, Father.

Oh. Don't be silly.

You're not responsible

for getting ill.

Thanks.

Thank you, Father.

William, why don't you go bring the

car around? I'll walk Emily out.

No, I don't mind.

Go ahead, William.

I think that's

a good idea, yeah.

Okay.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

Mmm-hmm.

Emily, what happened

between you and Dr. BOGAN

the other night at

your engagement party?

What do you mean?

In the hallway.

Did I not introduce you two?

I'm sorry, I'm horrible

at the whole hostess thing.

Emily, I saw you.

You know I saw you.

You saw me what, Father?

I don't... I don't know

what you're saying.

Well, never mind.

Yeah.

Never mind.

I don't know, maybe

she does have a fever.

Yeah.

She's in the shower now.

Okay, I'll check

when she's out, but...

Mom, I gotta go.

I want you.

I thought you weren't

feeling very well.

No, I feel amazing.

Don't I look amazing?

What is going on with you?

You just yacked your guts

out all over a priest.

Right after you accused him

of raping you with his eyes.

He was leering at me.

He likes my body.

You don't?

Emily, he thinks you're insane.

F*** him.

"F*** him"?

Oh, my...

What is wrong with you?

Please, please, tell me.

Everything is right.

Hey, hey, I'm serious.

What if this is some kind

of bipolar thing? Huh?

Listen, we should talk about it.

No more talking.

What the...

Ow! Damn it.

More sins.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Willy, Willy, Willy.

Enough. Enough.

Jeez.

Look at this.

You shredded my back.

I might actually need stitches.

Hey.

Hey, Em.

Where are you going?

Jesus, Emily.

What are you doing?

Can I sleep with you tonight?

Wait. How did

you get in here?

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