Marjorie.
My sister suggested
I see a doctor.
Maybe you ought to go
see a doctor, huh?
That was really
the wrong thing to say.
I was desperate
to talk to Harry...
to tell him the truth about
what I did and why I did it...
and how sorry I really was
and that I loved him.
I found myself
in a full-blown depression.
I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't eat.
I couldn't stop
thinking about Harry.
I didn't know where he was.
Harry hadn't just
disappeared from my life...
but with a few deft turns
of a screwdriver...
he disappeared
from his family's life, too.
I used to worry a lot about
Nick, but I didn't have to.
His dream came true...
in the same room
where his nightmare began.
Mr. Diamond, I'm sorry.
But we haven't
been able to rent 402...
since this scandal started.
Of course you haven't.
Would you want to sleep...
in a bed where a stiff slept?
No. It's god damn creepy.
Get the god damn door
open, you fool.
What the hell
is going on here?
Who the hell is that?
I don't know, Mr. Diamond.
Just what do you think
you're doing up there?
I was just getting my blinds...
Put up here.
I heard there was
a tragedy in the room...
and I thought that it might
freshen it up a bit.
What do you think?
You sold the Sheraton?
I told you I'd do it
if you gave me enough time.
Sit down.
You're having lunch with me!
Nick really did turn out
to be a top-notch salesman...
and I've got a house
full of blinds to prove it.
Wilbur became chief of police.
My sister found herself
in a relationship...
that lasted
way more than 24 hours.
I knew it was serious...
when she moved her
10-gallon tank into his house.
As for me, I couldn't control
my feelings anymore.
So I tried to contain
them on paper...
After I figured out
how to use a typewriter.
Six months passed before I
realized I hadn't lost my mind.
I never thought I would be able
to be alone and be OK...
but I was.
I am good!
When I finished writing,
I let Jeanine read it.
She loved it.
I love it!
This is so good!
She really loved it.
I wasn't sure anyone else
would like it the way she did...
but Jeanine was positive
it could get published...
so I just let her take care
of the details.
The tables
had really turned...
because now she was
giving me career advice.
I waited patiently
for some response to my work.
Finally, I got my first call.
Hello?
Hi.
Who's this?
It's me. Harry.
Oh!
Wow! You sound different.
I'm...
I'm older.
I had a birthday.
Yeah. I got you a card.
I didn't get it.
I didn't mail it.
Oh.
Listen, I read your thing.
What thing?
Your story.
You know..."Still Life
in Summit Bluff."
How did you get ahold of...
Jeanine thought
I should read it.
That little bitch.
Bitch?
You never swore.
I'm doing a lot of things
that I never did before.
I am, too.
By the way, I finally
took your advice.
You opened your own practice?
In Sausalito. I'm even
making house calls now.
That's great!
Yeah.
Harry?
Yeah?
What did you think of my story?
I loved it.
You did?
Yeah, I did,
especially that part...
where the idiot doctor
neglected his wife...
and drove her into the arms
of his cousin.
I mean, that part...
Marjorie...
Yeah?
I owe you an apology.
You owe me?
Yeah.
Harry, I betrayed you.
I had the affair.
I wasn't much of a husband.
I know, but I could have
said something.
I probably wouldn't
have heard you.
I guess it's just lucky
you finally wrote it.
Yeah. It's getting
terrific response.
I'm not surprised.
Who have you heard from?
You.
Marjorie, do you think...
that maybe
we could get together...
and talk about things?
I guess so.
When?
Soon.
Soon.
Can I call you?
Yeah, sure, if you want to.
OK, then... I'll call you.
OK.
Bye.
Bye.
Marjorie!
Harry?
You said I could call.
I like your beard.
Thanks.
You look like
you did in school.
So do you.
Can I come in?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Harry...
Yeah?
How's your heart?