The Vow Page #2

Great.

So, we're married?

Yes.

Yeah.

And I have weird hair.

I think that's

taking a narrow view.

You said it takes

too long to straighten

and you'd rather use that

time to work in your studio.

My studio?

Why do I have a studio?

You're an artist.

Sculptor.

A really good one.

Right now, you're

working on four pieces

for the Tribune Tower lobby,

which is huge.

Everyone in town

wanted that commission.

But your show at the MCA's

so you won it.

What about my law degree?

I don't have a law degree?

I think you were

a few credits shy.

Last time I wanted

to be an artist,

I was in high school.

I think you need to

look at it like a win.

Traumatic brain injury is a win?

You're an idiot.

If she doesn't

remember who you are,

then she doesn't remember all

the stupid sh*t you ever did.

You can start over,

wipe the slate clean.

I'm just worried if

she doesn't remember you,

how's she going to remember

she's in love with you? What?

I was frankly a little stunned

she went for you

the first time.

If anything, you've

become less attractive.

You guys are

a great support system.

Seriously, though.

What if she doesn't

remember me?

Then what?

She's gonna remember you.

She's gonna remember all of us.

We're her family.

Yeah, you're right.

Excuse me. I'm looking

for my wife, Paige Collins.

She was right

over here yesterday.

Well, it looks like they moved

her up to the VIP floor.

That sounds expensive.

It's a donor's wing.

Just go down here

and take the elevator

to the second floor

and make a right.

Okay. Thanks.

Paige, your long-term

memory recall is intact

and I'm very optimistic the rest of your

memory is going to improve with time.

Mr. Collins,

I'm so glad you're here.

This is bizarre.

I'm Leo, Paige's husband.

Do you know how disconcerting

it was to hear second-hand

that my daughter had been

in the ICU for weeks

and we hadn't been told?

You should have called us.

I'm sorry.

You've never met my parents?

I don't understand.

Why haven't you met him?

So, Doctor, now what

is the next step?

The sooner she settles

back into her life,

her normal routine, the better.

Starting in a week or so,

I'm gonna recommend

that Paige see

a neural psychologist.

- Okay.

- Whatever she needs.

Therapy, specialists,

I'll make sure

she gets the best.

You'll come home where I

can take care of you.

Mom can make up

your old room,

and I can take

some time off work.

I don't mean to

be disrespectful,

'cause we really

appreciate that,

but you just heard

Paige's doctor say

that she needs to go back

to her normal routine.

Her life with me is

her normal routine.

Yes, but that's a life

she doesn't remember.

She will.

That's what her doctor

just got through saying.

No. What she said was that

maybe Paige will remember.

Now, why not

let her come home

and recover with

people that she knows?

And loves?

We're only trying to

do the best for Paige.

That's interesting, 'cause you

haven't even asked her once.

Well, no, but...

What I really need is for everyone

to just stop bickering!

Listen, none of this

needs to be decided right now.

No. Sorry.

I think you should

all head home, get some rest.

I'm sure everyone could use it.

How is it that

you're my husband

and you've never met my family?

You haven't spoken

to them in years.

Why would I ever stop

speaking to my family?

It all went down before we met.

And we never talked about it?

No, we did.

So?

For starters, you wanted

to move into the city

and go to the Art Institute.

And your father insisted

that you stay in law school.

He had some pretty strict views

on what you ought to be doing.

Things just

spiraled from there.

Okay. Look, what I remember

is being in law school

and being engaged to Jeremy.

I... I don't know.

Paige.

Okay, babe, babe, just, just...

The best thing to do

at this point

is to go back

to your life with me.

You heard what the doctor said.

It's the best thing

for your recovery.

Okay, but I don't know you.

And I'm just supposed

to get in your car

and go and live at your place?

It's our place.

Without any proof of us

even being in love?

Other than our marriage?

People get married for all

kinds of different reasons.

Okay. Like?

Like for a green card.

I'm from Cincinnati.

Did I keep a journal?

No, not that I know of.

I guess this is

all he could find.

Oh, well.

It looks fine, honey.

I mean, we're

just going home, so...

It's horrible...

Paige?

I understand you're

finally leaving us.

Oh, yes, that's

what they tell me.

So, no driving until

I give you the say-so.

But other than that, I'm gonna

see you in four to six weeks.

All right?

Thank you so much.

- Thank you, Doctor, for everything.

- Thank you, Doctor.

Okay.

You ready? Let's go.

Wait, hold on.

I got a voicemail.

It's from before the accident.

You said you wanted evidence.

Okay, yeah.

Well, let's have a listen.

Hey, baby.

Ugh. I'm sorry,

I'm still at my studio.

I miss you so bad my

sculptures are starting to look like you.

So, what are you doing later?

I kind of need some Leo time,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah. Anyway, call me back.

Love you.

I don't know, I guess

in listening back to it,

it doesn't

exactly prove anything.

No, no, it's...

It's cute.

I mean, I sound happy.

Okay, look.

Think about it.

You quit law school,

you broke off your engagement

and you moved into the city.

Those were all

choices that you made,

way before you even met me.

I think that

you owe it to yourself

to honor those decisions,

at least for right now.

This is a mistake, Paige.

I promise that

I will take care of her.

Please, come home with me.

Come home with me.

We'll figure this out together.

I guess I could just try it out

to see if it would

help my memory and...

Mmm-hmm.

I could always come home

if I change my mind.

I married him. It must

have been for some reason.

A guarded endorsement.

But I will take it.

I look like a freak.

I think you look great.

Where do we live?

On the north side.

Who's the president?

Of the country?

Yeah.

Obama.

The senator?

Yeah. You voted for him.

I did?

Welcome home.

After you.

Surprise!

Uh...

It's good to see you.

We were there every day

at the hospital,

but Leo didn't want us

to overwhelm you.

Yeah. They were.

Every day.

We really missed you.

I gather we're close?

I'm Sonia. And this

is my boyfriend Kyle.

Hey, Paige.

And this is Jim.

You look great, Paige.

And Lily.

Hey. What, were you, like,

working out at the hospital?

- Hey, Paige.

- And Josh.

I... Sorry, I... Excuse me.

Thank you all for coming.

I'm sorry it ended early.

It's all right.

Take care, Leo.

Are you okay?

What do you think?

I know. It's a lot to take in.

No.

A lot to take in

would've been coming home,

to a strange apartment,

with a man I don't know.

That would be a lot to take in.

But coming home to all of that,

plus a house full of people

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