s8e16



	Episode 16: "Reality Check, Please..." Previously on “The Salingers”: TANIA: (To Julia) We're starting a new column in next month's issue. It'll deal with the stories we print. What's good about them, what works, and why. Would you be interested in doing something like that? *** * * * * MAN: (Addressing Welbourne competitors) The sixteen contestants that will advance to the semifinals are: Lance Van Doren, Miriam Silvino, Stephan Allegro… (Claudia and Lisa silently congratulate Stephan, as more names are read. The man reaches the end of the list.) …Margaret Nguyen, Claudia Salinger, and Lawrence Darrell. (Stephan hugs Claudia, who smiles widely. Lisa then hugs Claudia while trying to hold back tears.) * * * * * WILL: (Regarding the brochure) What’s this? BAILEY: Some consulting firm. WILL: It’s in New York? BAILEY: Yeah. I applied there. WILL: You applied there? And when you were planning on telling me this? * * * * * KATHLEEN: (To Charlie) I got in contact with Kendall. He said nothing would make him happier than working in the Bay Area again. I asked him to fly up on Friday. * * * * * CHARLIE: (To Kendall) We both know you’re qualified for the job. And I know managers like to add their personal touches to their restaurants. I guess what I’m saying is… KENDALL: Charlie, let me go on record as saying I think Salingers’ is a wonderful restaurant… as it is. It has that feel of home. I’d be a fool to mess with that. (Charlie smiles.) * * * * * KIRSTEN: (To Owen) Let me know if you need some help, okay? Because Ms. Mina told me you’ve been having a little bit of trouble lately, and I just want you to know I’m here to help. (Owen doesn’t acknowledge this.) Owen? Did you hear me? * * * * * CHARLIE’S HOUSE. KIRSTEN is picking up toys in the hallway upstairs. She sees a coloring book sticking halfway out from under Owen’s door, and she pushes the door open to pick it up. As she does, she notices OWEN sitting on a toy-chest in his room. He’s leaning on his windowsill, gazing trance-like out of the window, apparently at nothing. Kirsten silently watches him for a moment, almost studying him. PO5 Credits** THE GARAGE at Charlie’s house. KIRSTEN descends a step-ladder holding a dusty box. It’s marked “books.” She sets the box down and filters through its contents. She pulls out an oversized, hardcover textbook on CHILDREN’S PSYCHOLOGY and begins leafing through the pages. ROLLING FOG PUBLICATIONS. JULIA is being shown around the office by TANIA, her boss. She leads Julia to a small cubicle with low walls. There is nothing but a telephone on the desk. All the surrounding cubicles are empty. TANIA: Welcome home. These are the staff writers’ cubes. JULIA: These are…? Wow. They’re, um...very, uh…clean. (Tania laughs.) TANIA: Don’t worry. Most staff writers work from home. JULIA: Good. TANIA: So…think you got the geography down? JULIA: Let’s see… (Turning around) Coffee maker, down the hall; bathrooms, to the right; copy room, to the left… TANIA: …And HR over here. (Tania leads Julia to the Human Resources office. She speaks to a young man sitting behind a desk.) Brendan, this is Julia Salinger. She’s starting today. BRENDAN: Pleasure. TANIA: (To Julia) Once you fill out your paperwork, you’re official. (Extending her hand.) Congratulations, Julia. JULIA: (Smiling, shaking hands) Thanks. (Tania walks away, and Julia smiles at Brendan, who hands her a stack of forms.) SALINGERS’. JOE is in the office, sitting at his desk. There are papers scattered everywhere and there is a box on the floor. CHARLIE pokes his head in. CHARLIE: Hey, Joe. Did Armagan’s say when the next champagne delivery would be here? I could have sworn it was supposed to be this morning. JOE: Should be this afternoon. Larry called around ten o’clock to let us know they were running a bit behind. Didn’t you get the message? (Charlie walks over to his desk and looks at a pile of notes lanced on a small silver message holder. Joe opens a desk drawer and removes its contents, tossing them into the box on the floor.) CHARLIE: (Chuckling) Guess it would help if I read my messages once in a while, huh? (He notices Joe clearing items out of his desk.) Hey…what’s all this? Doing some early spring cleaning? JOE: Well, now that we’ve got a full-time manager, I figured I’d move my stuff to the other desk. Kendall’s probably going to want the bigger one, so— CHARLIE: Joe, you…you don’t have to do that. That’s been your desk since, like, forever. I’m sure he’ll understand. (Joe continues tossing more items into the box.) JOE: Nah, it’s nothing. It’s just a desk, you know? CHARLIE: Alright. (As Charlie leaves, Joe looks around the small office and sighs.) HUMAN RESOURCES OFFICE at Rolling Fog Publications. JULIA is sitting in a waiting room area not far from BRENDAN’s – the receptionist’s – desk. She is holding a clipboard, filling out form after form, as a woman pokes her head around the corner and speaks to Brendan. WOMAN: Brendan, can you please let me know when Julia Salinger arrives? BRENDAN: She’s right here. (Julia stands.) WOMAN: Oh, I’m sorry. Hello. (They shake hands.) I’m Gloria Sullivan, director of HR. Can you follow me, please? JULIA: Uh, sure. (Julia follows Gloria. She looks questioningly at Brendan, who shrugs, shaking his head. Julia sits across from Gloria once they reach her office.) GLORIA: When looking over your application, I noticed you overlooked the section on education. JULIA: Education? GLORIA: It’s on the back. Lots of people miss it. So if you don’t mind telling me what college you went to… JULIA: Stanford. GLORIA: (Writing this down) Impressive. (Smiling) That’s not the kind of thing you want to leave off an application, Julia. And when did you start? JULIA: 1998. GLORIA: Graduated when? JULIA: Graduated…? Uh… GLORIA: Or are you currently enrolled? JULIA: Uh, yes. I’m… Yes, that’s it. (Gloria writes this.) GLORIA: And when do you expect to graduate? May? (Julia is unable to get any words out, so she simply nods. Gloria smiles.) You seem a little unsure. Have you talked to your advisor yet? JULIA: Uh… (She shakes her head.) GLORIA: You might consider it. We wouldn’t want you to graduate late because you forgot a requirement. (Julia smiles to cover her nervousness.) COUNSELOR’S OFFICE at the University of Pennsylvania. BAILEY sits across the desk from his COUNSELOR, who is looking over Bailey’s graduation application. COUNSELOR: Okay, good. Mm-hmm. You’ve satisfied all your major requirements. Now let’s check your electives… BAILEY: I’m pretty sure I’m fine there. I double-checked— (The counselor holds up his hand, still reading.) Sorry. (The counselor continues eyeing the paperwork.) COUNSELOR: Okay, good. Good. Mm-hmm. Everything looks very good. You should… Uh-oh. BAILEY: (Sitting up) Uh-oh? COUNSELOR: Hmm… BAILEY: Something wrong? COUNSELOR: You seem to be missing a couple classes. (Looking up) Are you sure you’re supposed to graduate in May? BAILEY: Am I sure? Of course I’m— There’s gotta be some kind of mistake. COUNSELOR: Not if this is right. According to your paperwork… Aha. BAILEY: What? COUNSELOR: You’re currently enrolled in the classes. (Looking up, smiling) My error. (Bailey leans back in the chair, exhales, and puts his hand over his heart.) So… as long as you pass your classes, you’re going to graduate in May. BAILEY: You’re sure, right? COUNSELOR: (Signing the paperwork) This signature says so. (Bailey flashes a smile of relief.) So… (handing the paper back) …what are your plans after graduation? BAILEY: (Hesitates) Plans? (The counselor nods.) I’m… I’m not sure. A CLEAN WELL LIGHTED PLACE BOOKSTORE, SAN FRANCISCO. KIRSTEN is pushing STEWIE in his stroller, looking at a wall of books on Child Psychology. She tilts her head to read the book titles as OWEN runs up to her, holding a book. OWEN: Kirsten, can I have this? (Kirsten notices the book – Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.) KIRSTEN: Owen, don’t you have enough of those Harry Potter books? Maybe you should— (She notices the disappointed look on Owen’s face.) Well, okay. But you have to promise that you’ll finish your homework first before reading it. (Owen smiles, and runs back toward the Children’s Books section. Kirsten returns to the Psychology books, but a sign catches her attention: “Psychology and Counseling.” She takes a few steps and glances at the titles, then picks up a book about divorce. She looks at it for a moment, thinking. She puts it back and takes another book: Marriage Counseling and Couples Therapy. She sits down on a bench and opens it.) FRONT YARD of the CLARK HOME. MRS. CLARK is doing some light yard work. She begins clipping some flowers when she notices CLAUDIA searching for something in the bushes. Claudia is still wearing her robe, and her hair is tousled from sleep. MRS. CLARK: (Clipping flowers) Morning, Claudia. Is there something you’re looking for? (Claudia runs her hand through her hair.) CLAUDIA: The morning paper. Did we get it? It’s supposed to have a review of the semi-finals. MRS. CLARK: Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Mr. Clark takes it to work with him. (Claudia looks disappointed.) But there’s a newsstand on the corner. THE OFFICE AT SALINGERS’. CHARLIE is reviewing some paperwork with the new restaurant manager, KENDALL. He appears to be around Charlie’s age, though a couple of inches shorter. His blonde spikes protruding from the top of his head make the two men appear to be the same height. Although dressed professionally, he exudes a certain “surfer”-esque quality. As they compare some pages, JOE enters. CHARLIE: (Looking up) Hey, Joe. JOE: Charlie. CHARLIE: I’d like you to meet Salingers’ new manager... KENDALL: (Extending his hand out to Joe) Kendall Greyson. (Joe shakes his hand) And you must be Joe. I’ve heard a lot about you. JOE: (Forcing a smile) Nice to meet you. I see Charlie’s already got your nose buried in paperwork. CHARLIE: (Smiling) We were just going over the menu changes you suggested. You know, Kendall actually attended a few culinary seminars hosted by Wolfgang Puck. I’d love to hear what he thinks about the changes we made on our menu. He probably has some radical ideas we haven’t thought of. JOE: (Smile fades) But, Charlie, we…we’ve spent a lot of time working on that. I thought we were pretty happy with the changes… KENDALL: Well, if you want my opinion… (Charlie looks at Kendall with great anticipation, Joe’s expression is far less enthusiastic) …it’s exactly what I would’ve done. (Both Charlie and Joe look a little puzzled.) JOE: Really? You don’t think it’s a little…conservative? I mean, I’m no Wolfgang Puck… KENDALL: (Holding up a page) See here? Instead of offering three different desserts made with exotic fruits, which the customers probably never even heard of - and they’re expensive to boot – you kept only one on the menu. You could always serve the others occasionally as a special. Then you added an all-time favorite to the regular menu…flan. Brilliant. A sophisticated dessert that doesn’t require an additional food supplier. All we need to do is increase our dairy order, and we can cut out the high-priced imported produce. (Looks at the paper in his hand) I would have suggested the very same thing. (Surprised at what he heard, Joe stares at Kendall as Charlie slaps Joe on the back.) CHARLIE: Maybe Wolfgang can learn a thing or two from you. (He and Kendall walk over to his desk. Charlie sits down in his chair, while Kendall takes a seat on the edge of Charlie’s desk. Joe goes to sit at his new desk, and soon notices that something’s missing.) JOE: Hey, what happened to all my things? (Charlie and Kendall look over to Joe.) KENDALL: Oh…I, uh, moved your stuff back to your old desk. Charlie said you’ve had it for years, and I’m not one to mess with tradition. (Joe smiles. Kendall turns back and resumes studying the pages he is holding. Charlie smiles at Joe for a moment before returning to his paperwork.) DOWNTOWN DENVER. CLAUDIA and ANDI run up to a newsstand. They start flipping through the many newspapers on the racks. ANDI: Look, Claudia, look! The Denver Post wrote about you! (A sullen expression overtakes Claudia’s face.) CLAUDIA: Yeah…so did the this one. “Salinger, who wowed judges in the first round, failed to convince the audience she had any human connection to her piece. Her performance lacked the intensity seen in her stronger competitors.” Wow. ANDI: Can they make up their minds? Look what the Denver Post wrote. (She reads.) “Ms. Claudia Salinger played with rare intensity. Her performance was truly a gift.” (Claudia smiles and picks up a copy.) CLAUDIA: Now that’s a paper worth buying! (She begins to take money out of her purse.) Actually…maybe I should stop reading so much of this. (She puts the newspaper back.) The only opinions that really matter are the judges, right? ADMISSIONS AND RECORDS OFFICES at STANFORD UNIVERSITY. JULIA is speaking to a woman behind the counter. The woman is handing a filled-out form back to Julia. Julia doesn’t take it. WOMAN: The semester started three weeks ago. There’s no way to add these classes. JULIA: But…okay, what if I got signatures from the professors saying it’s okay to add me? I know they’d do that. Would that—? WOMAN: I’m sorry. The late-registration period ended Monday. It’s just not possible. (Julia looks dejected.) Besides, you didn’t attend all last year. So you’re going to have to re-apply for admittance. (The woman hands Julia the paper again. This time she takes it and sighs.) BAILEY’S DORM. BAILEY is holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he writes information on a pad of paper. BAILEY: That’s right. Philadelphia International to JFK. (He listens.) Yes, the credit card on file is fine. And you’ll email me this information? (Listens.) Okay, thanks. Thank you. (He hangs up and begins writing on the pad when the phone rings. He picks up.) Hello? Hey, Charlie. What’s up? (Listens.) The revenue binders? Why? CHARLIE: I finally found a guy to manage Salingers’. He wants to take a look at our numbers for the last five years… see if there’s any trends. BAILEY: That must be a load off your mind. CHARLIE: You don’t even know. And it’s not like a temporary band-aid or something. This guy’s the real deal. BAILEY: (Thinking) God, where did I put those binders? I think they’re… no, that’s the insurance papers. Hmm. Tell him to try looking… You know what, maybe I ought to call him. They could be in like three different places. CHARLIE: Okay, thanks. Just ask for Kendall. BAILEY: Kendall? CHARLIE: Yeah, Kendall Greyson. BAILEY: Kendall Greyson. Where do I know that name? CHARLIE: He’s been in LA the last couple of years, but he used to be at Barrett’s. BAILEY: Yeah, that’s right. I’ve heard good stuff about him. How did we land him? CHARLIE: Believe it or not, Kathleen. BAILEY: You’re kidding. CHARLIE: That lady’s been my personal saint the last few months. Guess he’s a part of her investment group or something. BAILEY: Nice job, man. I’m impressed. CHARLIE: And it’s only taken 32 years. (The brothers smile.) GRIFFIN’S APARTMENT. GRIFFIN sits on the couch watching JULIA pace back and forth, moving her hands in animated gestures as she speaks. JULIA: There’s no way I can get in. Even if I wanted to go next semester, I’d have to re-apply. GRIFFIN: Alright, so re-apply. JULIA: Just so I can get a job that I didn’t really want in the first place? GRIFFIN: Okay, so forget the job. JULIA: Oh, right. It’s not like people have been breaking my door down with job offers. (Griffin looks down, and Julia sighs.) I’m sorry. It’s just… I don’t know what to do here. These people think I graduated from college. GRIFFIN: So. Let ‘em think that. JULIA: Let them…? Wait, you’re saying…? GRIFFIN: Don’t tell ‘em. By the time they find out, they’ll know how good you are and it won’t matter. (Julia stops pacing, considering Griffin’s words.) UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA. BAILEY, along with hundreds of other students, are visiting the numerous booths at a JOB FAIR. Bailey is waiting in line to speak with representatives from a company whose banner reads: “Sanderson Consulting – Chicago’s Business Experts.” He’s leafing through the company literature when he hears a voice. VOICE: First New York, now Chicago? (Bailey turns around to see Will.) BAILEY: Will. Hey. What are you—? WILL: I’m here with Jean. Don’t tell me you’re actually applying here. BAILEY: Why not? WILL: Who do you know in Chicago? BAILEY: No one. WILL: Exactly, so— BAILEY: Actually, I take that back. Kirsten’s parents. WILL: Oh, well… the three of you should be very happy. BAILEY: Will, it’s… it’s no big deal. I’m just applying. WILL: Okay, fine. Tell me this: how many booths have you visited? BAILEY: What? WILL: How many booths? BAILEY: How should I know? Fifteen… twenty, maybe. WILL: And how many of the companies are in San Francisco? BAILEY: What? I don’t know. Two… maybe one. (Will raises his eyebrows and Bailey looks down.) Okay, none. (Will shakes his head.) But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to. WILL: Sure. BAILEY: C’mon, Will. (Bailey’s turn comes up in line.) RECRUITER: Next. BAILEY: (To Will) Look, I gotta go. WILL: Seems to me you’re already gone. (Will walks away.) BOULDER PHILHARMONIC HALL, COLORADO. Contestants, guests, and reporters gather in the lobby of the hall. The noise of the crowd sends a feeling of nervousness and excitement. CLAUDIA is about to enter the hall as a barrage of flash photos blind her. She smiles. A reporter approaches her. REPORTER: Claudia! (She makes her way through the crowd.) Ms. Salinger! I’m Helen Campbell from La Vida. CLAUDIA: La whata? REPORTER: The performance and arts cable channel. (She pushes a microphone in Claudia’s face.) Tell us…where do you think you stand as a performer? And how do you feel about your chance to advance into finals? CLAUDIA: (Off guard) My chances? I’m just like everyone else. One in sixteen. REPORTER: (Flatly) One in sixteen. CLAUDIA: Or one in eight if I make it. REPORTER: But Ms. Salinger, surely— You must have some insights about the competition. (Claudia smiles, shrugs her shoulders, and walks on. To the camera, sarcastically.) There you have it. Claudia Salinger: one in sixteen. TANIA’S OFFICE at Rolling Fog Publications. JULIA stands in the doorway, waiting for TANIA to finish a phone conversation. As Tania hangs up, Julia enters the office. TANIA: Hi, Julia. I thought you weren’t starting until Monday. (Julia is silent.) Is…everything alright? (Julia sits down.) JULIA: Tania, I…I don’t think I should take the job. TANIA: What? Julia, I know this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, but I thought we talked about that. I thought— JULIA: It’s not that. It’s… (Julia closes her eyes.) TANIA: It’s what? JULIA: I lied, Tania…on my application. I said I’m graduating from Stanford in May, but…I’m not. And the truth is, I’m not even pursuing my degree because a couple years ago I sort of…dropped out. TANIA: Julia— JULIA: (Looking down) I’m sorry, Tania. It’s just…you’ve been really great. (Tania tries holding back a smile.) So I thought – you know - you should know the truth even though I’m sure you’re disappointed and why are you smiling? TANIA: Julia, look around my office. JULIA: What? I don’t… TANIA: The walls. You don’t see any diplomas…certifications…plaques. Nothing like that, right? JULIA: (Looking around) No, but— No, I don’t. So…does that mean…? TANIA: …That I’m not a college graduate? Would you think any less of me if I weren’t? (Julia thinks about this, then smiles, getting Tania’s hint.) JULIA: No, I guess I wouldn’t. TANIA: Good. So, I’ll see you on Monday. (Julia smiles.) BOULDER PHILHARMONIC HALL, COLORADO. The crowd has all moved into the auditorium. CLAUDIA sits along side her host family as a man takes the stage. MAN: The eight contestants who are advancing to the finals round are: Margaret Nguyen, William Thatcher, So-Ock Kim… (As the names are read cheers ring out through different parts of the auditorium. Claudia breaths deeply.) Frances Ignagni, Martina Suarez, Stephan Allegro, Victor Choi… (As the last name is read, Claudia shuts her eyes and grasps the hand of Mrs. Clark.)…and Lance Van Doren. (She opens her eyes. The applause still rings out among the hall. Claudia remains emotionless.) CHARLIE’S HOUSE. CHARLIE and KIRSTEN are in the living room. Charlie sits on a couch across from Kirsten. He looks uncomfortable, more like a visitor than a resident. CHARLIE: He’s just a quiet kid, Kirsten. Julia was like that, too, at his age. KIRSTEN: But Julia never got into fights. CHARLIE: He’s a boy, Kirsten. Boys fight. KIRSTEN: But this wasn’t over playing football or the high score on a video game. I think it’s deeper than that. CHARLIE: Not every problem is some major syndrome. KIRSTEN: Charlie, I know you don’t want this to be a big thing. I’m hoping it’s not either. All I’m saying is… he hasn’t been himself lately. CHARLIE: Because of a fight. KIRSTEN: Forget the fight, Charlie. He’s been distant…irritable. It’s just not like him. (Charlie looks down, thinking.) And remember a few months ago? He was having problems sleeping. We can’t call that coincidence. (Charlie takes this in.) CHARLIE: So…what do we do? KIRSTEN: We gotta talk to him. About what he’s feeling. You said it yourself. Owen’s the type of kid who internalizes everything. But if he’s having problems, we’ve got to get him to tell us. (Charlie nods.) GRIFFIN’S APARTMENT. GRIFFIN hears a knock on his door. He opens it to find JULIA, smiling. She’s holding two Chinese take-out cartons and some videos. GRIFFIN: Jul, hey. (Julia kisses Griffin and walks in. He looks surprised.) Did I forget about something? JULIA: Nope. (She hands the cartons to Griffin.) Mr. Lau’s orange chicken and beef and brocoli… heavy on the beef. We know you aren’t crazy about vegetables, so— GRIFFIN: Wait, didn’t you say their food’s too salty? JULIA: (Innocently) Did I say that? Hmm. (Handing him the videos) Anyway, Die Hard, Die Hard II, and Die Hard With a Vengeance. GRIFFIN: Okay, what’s going on here? I know you hate those movies. JULIA: Hate? No, no. C’mon, Griffin. I mean, I don’t know if I’d give them two thumbs up or anything, but… you like ‘em, so… (Griffin still looks confused.) The thing is, you’ve been like really sweet the last few weeks… listening to me complain, encouraging me… pretty much doing anything you can to try to cheer me up. And, well, let’s face it. I’ve been kind of… GRIFFIN: Bitchy? JULIA: (Smiling) Griffin. GRIFFIN: Not that I think that. JULIA: Anway, you did all that. And I just wanted you to know… I noticed. (They kiss.) Now, the only questions is… do we watch the movies in the living room, or in the bedroom? (Griffin smiles.) CHARLIE’S HOUSE. KIRSTEN and CHARLIE are still sitting on the couch. Kirsten stifles a yawn, covering her mouth. KIRSTEN: Well. It’s, um… (forcing a slight smile) getting kind of late. CHARLIE: Yeah. I should get going. (They stand up and walk over to the door. Charlie opens the door, and leans in to hug Kirsten. They embrace for a moment, like friends saying goodbye.) Good night. KIRSTEN: Good night. (Charlie walks out and Kirsten starts to close the door. Charlie turns back around.) CHARLIE: Is this…is this helping? Us being apart? KIRSTEN: I don’t know how to answer that, Charlie. You’re asking if things are getting better, but you’re standing on the other side of the door. CHARLIE: I didn’t walk out on anything, Kirsten. KIRSTEN: But you’re not trying to make it any better. CHARLIE: (Bites his lip, half sighing) God, how can you— (Closes his eyes) You told me to leave and I left. That’s what I thought you wanted. KIRSTEN: But I didn’t want this. This…ungh! This conversation we’re having right now. CHARLIE: At least we’re not avoiding it, like we have been the last few weeks. At least now we’re talking about it. KIRSTEN: Yeah…we’re talking…but we’re not saying anything new. (Charlie opens his mouth, but can’t think of anything to say.) I think there has to be someone else. Someone we can talk to. CHARLIE: Wait, what are you…? KIRSTEN: I think we should see a marriage counselor. THE CLARK HOUSEHOLD. CLAUDIA and her host family enter the house. She looks defeated, her shoulders slumped and her gaze permanantly fixed downward. Someone has to say something. MR. CLARK: Bret, what do you say we go to Dairy Bell? Grab some sundaes for everyone, huh? ANDI: Dad, it’s like zero degrees outside. BRET: Yeah, who wants a sundae? MR. CLARK: Alright, well… how about a hot chocolate, then? (Turning toward Claudia) How about it, Claudia? CLAUDIA: No thanks, Mr. Clark. I’m really not— MR. CLARK: It doesn’t have to be hot chocolate. How about… a coffee? Or--what do you kids call those things? A latte? CLAUDIA: Thanks, but… (Shakes her head) If it’s okay, I’m just gonna turn in. (She begins walking slowly toward her room.) MR. CLARK: Claudia? (She turns around.) You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. You know that, right? (She looks down.) I mean, you— CLAUDIA: I know. I should be honored just to have competed, right? MR. CLARK: I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to say… if you want to talk about anything… (Claudia acknowledges this with a small smile, then walks into her room. She closes her door then leans back against it, cupping her face in her hands. She begins crying as the scene fades.) Read and post messages about tonight's episode... PO5 "7th Season" Yahoo Club "The Salingers" Delphi Forum