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Wow.

This smells
incredible, Tess.

Honey, will you wake up
and stop smelling the coffee?

Sooner or later,
you've got to drink it.

It's like life.

You never really know
how good it is

until you taste it.

And all coffee
doesn't taste the same.

What's espresso?

I always hear about espresso.

Strong and bitter.

Some people like it like that.

Straight-ahead,

rich, undiluted.

But there's another side
to an espresso kind of life:

heartburn.

Well, that's the price
you pay

for all that flavor.

You make it sound
so dangerous.

Well, I've had my flings
with danger.

But my choice of coffee
is a good ol' cup of joe.

Straight-ahead, honest,
no camouflage.

'Cause when you try to hide
what's underneath,

you just end up
feeling miserable.

Well, what are you
doing here?

Monica, you're going
to meet a woman now

who doesn't know how
to deal with a plain cup of joe.

So she keeps covering it up

and smoothing away the edges.

I found him.

You found him?

One of them?

But they seem so happy, Tess.

I made it.

Look who's here!

(laughing)

Happy birthday, baby!

Oops.

Oh, Mom!

Any questions?

♪ When you walk down the road ♪

♪ Heavy burden, heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise
and I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Every time, I tell you
I'll walk with you ♪

♪Walk with you♪

♪ Believe me,
I'll walk with you. ♪

Great.

Oh, just get out of the way.

How do you get yourself stuck
in something like this?

Oh, get out.

Hello.

What?

Are you Elizabeth Jessup?

Who wants to know?

Can I help you?

No, I don't need any help.

What do you want?

My name is Monica.

I understand that you're writing
your memoirs

and I've been sent to help you
finish them.

Well, Monica.

I haveneverhad a deadline
in my entire life

that I didn't make.

Once I turned in
a story in Saigon

on the back of my last
clean T-shirt. Hmm?

So you can go back
and tell those

pathetic publishers that
Elizabeth Jessup

has never missed a deadline.

But your manuscript was
due two months ago.

Yeah, well, that was
their deadline.

As far as I'm concerned,
I'm right on schedule.

Before you leave, you see
a newspaper around here?

See? Kids, they don't care.

They don't care where
they throw the thing.

Up, down, on the porch,
through the window.

Most of the time it ends right
up here on the roof.

Can I help you?

What is this, your big break
or something? Hmm?

You sit at the feet
of a legendary journalist

and one day you write
your own book

and you call yourself
my prot￩g￩?

Is that what this is?

You're not that legendary,
you know.

I'm "not that legendary,
you know."

Oh, brother, this...!

Would you still
like me to leave?

Or should I stay?

Hmm.

Well, this is just a trial run
'cause I really don't need you.

But if it gets you a paycheck,
I guess you could stick around.

Want a drink?

Oh, I'd love a cup
of non-fat, decaf
mocha latte

with a little nutmeg
on the side.

Or a cup of joe.

I got iced tea.

Well, I haven't worked up
to tea yet.

But how about some water?

Do you take dictation?

Yes, perfectly.

I'm really fast.

Good.

I might send you out
a lot to do research.

I'm a stickler for detail.

It's my trademark.

Uh, yes, I know.

Oh, I'll get it.

Uh-uh. No, no, no, no!
Don't answer that!

I've been getting a lot
of crank calls lately.

I can handle it.

Hello.

This is Monica.

Mrs. Jessup's new assistant.

Yes, it happened
just like that.

Uh, certainly.
Would you hold on?

It's your daughter
and she wants to know

what time you want
them to come over.

Come over for what?

Well, it looks like you
invited them to dinner.

Oh, yeah.

I forgot about that.

Yesterday was my
granddaughter's birthday

and some idiot waiter
dropped the cake

and I suggested they might
come over tonight

and we could try again,
but... uh...

How about 8:00?

Great.

We'll see you then.

Bye-bye.

Gosh, you haven't
even met Sydney

and already you're
talking like her.

She sounds lovely on the phone.

Mm-hmm, that's because you
haven't met her yet.

The child's been contrary since
the day she was born.

Which, I might add, was at
a most inconvenient time.

The Six-day war.

I go into labor in London,

fly home and have her and don't
get back till day seven.

Wouldn't you know it?

But a baby.

That's so much grander
than any assignment.

Yes, like I said,
you haven't met her yet.

The girl's picture is next to
"milquetoast" in the dictionary.

No, seriously.

The only thing we have in common

is we always choose
the wrong men.

Hers die on her and...

...I just wore mine out.

Monica?

M... Oh... Monica.

Well, this looks beautiful.

And where the hell
did you find this china?

I haven't seen it since
Kissinger came to dinner in '75.

Man, could he eat.

I found it in the back
of your china cabinet.

Hope you don't mind.

Hmm, and what's this?

Our conversation
in the car today.

Get out.

"So, there I am

"standing on the Great Wall
of China,

freezing my blooming bottom
off..."

"My blooming bottom"?

Well, I, uh...

I-I did a wee bit of editing.

Mmm.

They're here.

Coming.

Very nice.

Hi.

Mom.
Sydney.

Oh, there she is.
My girl.

Oh.

Hi, Grandma.

Hi, sweetie.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

ELIZABETH:
She loves
that music box.

Oh, you must be Monica.

Hello, Sydney.

Hi.

Monica's my new assistant.

I've just hired her

and I have begged her
to stay for dinner.

Oh. Good.

The house looks so together.

I was inspired.

Anybody want a drink?

Something smells good.

Mom hasn't cooked

a real meal in years.

So, Beth, I hear you had
a birthday yesterday.

You know, seven is a very
important age.

I know.

I get to learn
how to read.

Wow.

Your mother must be
very proud of you.

Oh, I am.

She's my very special girl.

Anyone else want some iced tea?

I want some.

Oh, dear, you're
too young for iced tea.

But I'm seven now.

I know, that's what I mean.

Now where was I?

Oh, yes, Paris.

God, I love Paris!

One day I'm going
to take you, Bethie.

And we'll stroll
the Champs Elysees together

and eat croque monsieur
at midnight

on the banks of the Seine.

Mommy, have you even been
to Paris with Grandma?

No, I haven't, honey.

Your mother wasn't interested
in Paris, dear.

Travel makes her anxious.

It wasn't the traveling.

No?

No.

I think the last lover I had in
Rome was a new-wave director.

Now what was his name?

For heaven's sake.
Mother?

Don't give me that
holier-than-thou

pious little look of yours,
Sydney.

When was the last time
you had a lover?

Might do you some good,
you know.

A-a good brisk walk
in the morning

always does me a lot of good.

That's enough

"iced tea," Mother.

Can we please just have the cake
and get this over with? Please?

What cake?

I'll get it.

Oh...

for heaven's sakes, Bethie.

Aren't you tired
of that damn thing by...

Give it to me.

I can't stand it another minute.

That's it!

That's it! Come on, Bethie,
we're going to go.

Oh, don't go.

Here, have some
birthday cake.

No, I'm sorry, Monica.
This party is over.

Uh, we'll be back tomorrow.

Can you save us some?
Thank you.

She wants some cake, Sydney.

What she wants
is a sober grandmother.

Come on, sweetie.

Sydney, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize.

What?

That your mother has
a drinking problem.

My mother doesn't have
a drinking problem.

My mother is an alcoholic.

A little harder.

Good. Doing good. Okay.

Now, see, this is the first rule
of journalism, darling.

You must learn to type
faster than you think

so you don't miss a story.

I think pretty
fast, Grandma.

Yes, you certainly do,

and you're going to make
a wonderful reporter.

I didn't come here
to clean out your files, Mother.

Can you just give me
a general vicinity

where I can find this?

Sydney, why do you need
your birth certificate?

Because I got promoted,

and the bank is running
a new security check system.

Okay, Sydney's
birth certificate, um...

Check the file
under "M" for Middle East.

Got it.

Wow, look at this.

"Dear Liz...

from Moshe Dayan."

Whoo!

She was quite a woman.

She still is.

Yeah.

Mother, what is this?

What is it, dear?

You're speaking at the
Mayor's Centennial Kickoff?

Uh, I don't want to talk
about that right now, honey.

It's not until the 15th.

Thisisthe 15th.

Guess I'm not going, huh?

No, but they're expecting you.

No, they're expecting
a beautiful, intrepid

foreign,
roving correspondent, and...

Let's face it.

I'm not as roving
as I used to be.

Lift those wrists up.

Well, maybe it's time
you started again.

MAN:
And so, on this, the 100th
Anniversary of our city,

it is only fitting that
the best of the best be placed

in our time capsule

to represent us for eternity.

Which leads me
to Elizabeth Jessup.

Elizabeth's distinguished career
as a journalist

of international reputation is
second to none.

And her awards
are too numerous to mention.

Oh, go on.

But they include
the Foreign Press Medal,

and of course,
the Pulitzer Prize.

Yes.

She has been courageous

in the face of war
and disaster...

and even politics.

She has brought honor
to herself,

and credit to
her hometown.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Elizabeth Jessup.

MAN:
Yeah.

Legendary.

Thank you.

I can't tell you
what a thrill it is

to be here with you today.

And the reason
I can't tell you is

because I forgot
to write my speech.

But I am touched
that you're including me

in your time capsule,

or my writings, rather.

I can't imagine
I'd be comfortable

inside that thing.

But it would be

a great honor
to be interred

with, um...

What did you say is
in there, Mayor?

A pound of wheat.

A picture of our new library.

Boy.

That ought to set their hair
on fire in 2094.

How about a nude picture

of me instead?

Or all of us.

Right now.

That would do it,
wouldn't it?

Whoo!

"Those guys
a hundred years ago

sure knew how to make history,"
they'll say.

That reminds me.

I saw the mayor naked once.

Dived right
into a pool

at the country club,
and his shorts fell off.

Talk about a news flash.

Mom, shh. That's enough.

Struggled against

significant obstacles

of the time...

I-I'm sorry.

Uh, she's on antibiotics,

and she shouldn't be drinking
right now.

I'm not finished.

Mom, let's go.

You never like
to see me...

in the spotlight,
do you, Sydney?

ELIZABETH (laughing):
You never...

Elizabeth Jessup.

Mother, please
sit down.

I will not.

I'm going home.

How dare you
tell people

I'm taking
antibiotics.

Now where's
the bathroom?

Mom?Mom?

Do you have any idea
what it's like

to watch your own mother
self-destruct?

Yeah, I love her.

She's... she's my mother,

but I've given up.

No, you must never
give up, Sydney.

You know... you know what
the really hard thing is?

Is that I know, I know
what I need to do,

and I-I know what
it's going to take.

It's just I can't do it alone.

Well, then, I'll help you.

"The mayor's comments were
followed by the raucous

"and humorous reflections

of Pulitzer Prize-winning
journalist Elizabeth Jessup."

"Raucous."

They loved me.

I'm surprised
they can spell "raucous."

I'll get it.

What did I say?
Don't get that.

I'm sorry, Elizabeth,
but this time I have to.

Is something wrong?

Mom, we're here today because...

because we love you.

Good.

Same here.

Now, I have work to do,
you know?

Mom...
we're concerned about you...

...and your drinking.

This is Anita.

She's a counselor
at the New Hope Center.

Hello, Elizabeth.

I've spoken with your
family, and they've

expressed to me
their love for you.

They also feel that

your drinking
is getting in the way

of your relationship with them.

They also agree

that unless you get some help
for your problem,

you can no longer
be part of their lives.

They've written you letters
about their feelings

and how your drinking
has affected them.

I drew mine with pictures.

Elizabeth...

after you hear
their letters,

Sydney and I
have arranged to take you

to the New Hope Center
for our rehab program.

This is the single
most asinine thing

you have ever done
in your entire life.

Mom, we want to help you.

Help me, my ass.

You're trying to control me.

And I won't have it,
do you hear?

I won't!

Now what I do in the privacy
of my own home

is none of your business.

ANITA:
That's just the
point, Elizabeth.

It has become their business.

That you'll use my granddaughter

to get back at me
for a problem thatyou

have had with me
ever since you could talk

is reprehensible!

Mom, your drinking
is hurting her, too.

Get out of my house.

ANITA:
You realize,

Elizabeth,

your family will not have
any contact with you until...

I said, get out of my house!

Elizabeth, please...

Get out! All of you! Get out!

And don't you ever come back.

You too, get out!

Get out.

I'm available at this
number 24 hours a day.

Whenever you're ready.

Out!

Hello?

Elizabeth?

Oh...

Oh, Elizabeth.

You don't want

to give her that.

Am I glad to see you.

It didn't go at all well
yesterday.

Why do you think I'm here?

You got some tomato juice?

I don't think so.

Oh, never mind,
I'll make it myself.

Lots of iced
tea, though.

Why didn't you tell
me from the start?

Well, when you met Elizabeth,

you made friends with
a very strong and talented

and interesting woman.

If you had known then
what you know today,

you might have just seen
the alcoholic and not the woman.

And that's who we love, and
that's who we want to help.

But she doesn't want any help.

Then it's up to you
to help her want it.

This could take years.

You got
somewhere to go?

Tess, it's awful watching her
destroy herself like this.

Well, think
how it looks to her.

ELIZABETH:
She's back...

Little Mary Sunshine.

But she talks to herself

just like me.

This is not comforting.

I think I'm going
to leave the two
of you alone.

ELIZABETH:
Well, if you insist

on being here,

I could use a Bloody Mary
with some zip in it right now.

Well, here's one.

I'm afraid it's a bit
zipless though.

Whew.

It reminds me of Moscow
with Gromiko.

Elizabeth,

don't you get tired
of feeling like this?

Don't you see what
this is doing to you?

You know where
the door is, sugar.

All right...

I'm sorry about yesterday.

And I can understand
if you're worried,

but Sydney always overreacts.

I have learned how to drink.

I had to.

Wasn't easy being a woman in
my business and it still isn't,

but when I was starting out,
it was really a boys' club.

And if you wanted in, you drank.

Only trouble is.
I've had a couple of bad years,

so I'm home a lot now and...

Okay, maybe I drink
a little more.

Sydney sees that
and jumps to conclusions.

Don't worry about it.

It took a lot of courage

for Sydney to do
what she did yesterday.

Yeah, well... (clears throat)

I am who I am,
and she still doesn't get that.

I wish you could've seen
her face

when they introduced you
the other day.

She's so proud of you.

Sure has a funny way
of showing it.

She's showing you that she loves
you enough to fight for you.

Well, did you come here
to work or to gab?

Got a lot of stuff for you
to look through.

Mom.

So I can't come in now?

Mom, I'm just trying
to help you.

Then how about showing
a little kindness
and letting me in?

I can't.

I can't put up
with what you're doing.

All I'm doing is trying
to give my granddaughter
a birthday gift.

And she can't accept it.

Well, why don't
we ask her?!

Mother... Mother, not until
you get some help,

some professional help,

we can't have anything
to do with you. I'm sorry.

Sorry?

You're not sorry.

You're jealous.

This is just the
stunt your father
would've pulled.

This house is falling apart.

And here it is.

The pin from
my ejection seat.

The pilot gave this to you?

Honey, we lost two wheels
in ground fire.

There was no way I was going
to try to land that thing.

He thought it was
the least I deserved.

Well...

time for iced tea.

You think Sydney's right,
don't you?

Yes, I do.

If I want to see Beth,
I guess I have to play along

and show up at a meeting
or... something.

I deeply resent this though,
just for the record.

So I guess I better
find that silly card...

that I threw away.

Here it is.

Mm. She must've been
dropping these things

like bread crumbs.

All right, ready or not,
here I come.

Look at them.

This is pathetic.

They're here to get
help, just like you are.

Bobby.

We'll be starting
real soon,

so, uh, just take
a seat, huh?

Thank you.

Well, he seems
pleasant enough.

Reminds me of kindergarten--

too many bright,
smiling faces.

I'm sorry,
this is a nonsmoking meeting.

You got to be kidding.

There are smokers' meetings.

They're listed
in your directory.

I can get you one.

Fascist.

See?

This is why I didn't want
to get involved in this.

They want to dictate every
detail of your life to you.

Well, to hell with them.

Elizabeth...

I'm so glad to see you here.

Well, look who's here.

I've been doing
a lot of thinking,

and there's something
I want to tell you.

If ever you come to my house
and try that trap again,

I will personally
rip out your arms

and use them to play
you like a marimba.

How dare you try to turn
my family against me.

I understand your anger,
Elizabeth.

You don't understand oatmeal.

And if I ever catch you
near me or them again,

I will sue for harassment
and assault.

Now come on.

I feel like champagne.

Well?

Are you coming?

I'm sorry, Elizabeth.

Well...

guess this means you're fired.

I guess it does.

"I understand your anger,
Elizabeth."

I'm coming.

♪ I used to lie awake
and wonder ♪

♪ If there could be ♪

Bethie...

Crossing enemy
lines, are you?

Come on in.
Come in.

Now you know you're
supposed to go

straight home after
school, don't you?

Your mother must be
having a heart attack.

But I miss you.

Bethie...

look...

I'm... I'll make you a deal.
Come here.

You see this?

I want you to have this.

It's your favorite.

'Kay?

Then I'm going to give
your mother a call,

and you're going to go
home with her, okay?

Thank you.

All right, sweetie.

Why don't you come on in here

and watch the news
on television.

Do I have to watch
the news?

You don't want to grow up

to be an uninformed
citizen, do you?

All right, come on.

Just don't make it too loud.

I got a headache.

WOMAN (on TV):
And she wishes the mayor
who recently said he believes...

...percent chance of showers...

Grandma!

Grandma!

Help me, Grandma,
please!

Help me!

Grandma!

Grandma!

Grandma! Grandma!

Grandma! Grandma, please!

BETH:
Help me, Grandma, please!

Help me!

You got a little
smoke inhalation.

It isn't really serious,
but I'd recommend...

Mm-mm. I am not interested
in your recommendation.

I want out of
this place right now.

Don't want to spend
another minute here.

Ms. Jessup, you probably
shouldn't leave

in this condition.

Oh, honey, I have had
some conditions,

and believe me,
this is not one of them.

Now, I don't know
how I got in here,

but I can tell you
how I'm going to leave.

Through that door
right now.

Look, let me keep
you here overnight

just for observation.

Take a good look.

Sydney,

take me home.

I should've known
you'd be drunk.

Sydney, please.

I don't need a lecture
right now.

It was very,
very nice of you to come.

Thank you.
Now just... just take me home.

I can't believe this.
You have no idea, do you?

Don't take that tone with me.

Don't you know what happened?

Well, it, um... it could've
been the radiator.

Could've been the furnace.

It could've been...
they never

got the thing right,
I don't know.

You don't know
because you were drunk.

A neighbor saw somebody
carry Beth out just in time,

and it wasn't you.

You were passed
out on the lawn.

You left my baby to die.

Bethie was there?

She's unconscious.

She took in a lot of smoke.

Sh-She's not responding
to sound or anything.

Sydney...

No, no, no.
You leave us alone.

Okay... okay... okay.

If you can hear me,

this is Elizabeth.

And, uh...

...and if you're really there,

I can't imagine why
you'd want to listen to me.

But Kissinger always said,

"Don't waste time
with the middleman--

go to the top."

So...

I...

I could use some help here.

TESS:
♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a soul like me. ♪

Excuse me.

Um... when a person
is in a coma,

they can hear what's going on
around them, is this true?

Sometimes.

I've had several patients
who respond to voices, music,

and a regular soap opera.

Thank you.

Is this what you're looking for?

Don't be afraid,

Elizabeth.

I'm an angel.

I was sent to you,

and I've been with you
all this time.

It was you.

You pulled Bethie out.

What else do you remember?

My cigarette...

I started it?

Yes, you did.

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God!

(sobbing):
Oh, my God.

You've come to punish me.

No.

No...

No...

God loves you.

Why?

Because you're Elizabeth.

Not Elizabeth

the journalist,
or the prize winner...

or the alcoholic.

But because you're you.

God lovesyou.

Elizabeth, this is not
who you were created to be.

You spent your whole life
running

and running, trying
to catch up with

something that was
never there for you.

But all you've done is
go farther and farther

away from that precious love
that is always there for you.

Oh... now?

Now you've almost
lost that completely.

I'm sorry.

(loud sobbing):
I'm sorry.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry!

What am I going to do?!

You just did it.

Nurse! Nurse!

MAN:
And it's really
made a difference,

and I just want
to say thanks.

So thank you.

Thank you, David.

So do we have
any newcomers today

who'd like
to introduce themselves?

If you would just say
your first name

and anything about yourself

that you feel
comfortable sharing.

Yes.

My name's Barry.

ALL:
Hi, Barry.

Hi.

Actually,

this is my second time,

but I didn't say
anything before.

I'm just back.

That's all.

That's all I can
do right now.

ANITA:
Thank you, Barry.

Anyone else?

Well, I think we have some
birthdays to celebrate today.

So who wants to go first?

Hi.

My name is Sydney,
and I'm an alcoholic.

ALL:
Hi, Sydney.

Hi.

And as of today

I've been sober for one year.

I used to say that I was
an alcoholic

because my mother
didn't love me.

But nothing changed

until I admitted that
I was an alcoholic

because I didn't love myself.

Uh, I used to think
my mother was so glamorous.

She would go
to the most exotic places.

She would meet
the most famous people

and-and drink champagne

in crystal glasses
from Paris.

I adored her.

But...

I always knew that she
was sorry that she had me.

I guess
I-I cramped her style.

So, I... I tried
to make her happy

that I was born.

I drew her pictures.

I-I sent her letters
on the road.

I tried so hard to be
somebody that she could love.

But I couldn't compete
with the champagne.

And the harder
I tried

the more I saw myself
through my mother's eyes,

which was dull, unexciting
and stupid.

And then one day I'm pouring
a drink for myself

in the afternoon,

and my little girl
comes in the house, and...

she looks at me and she says,

"Mommy, I'm so glad
that you were born."

And finally...

finally, for the first time
in my life...

...so was I.

Mom?

Sydney.

I'm so sorry.

And I'm so glad you were born.

Happy birthday.

Do you mind sharing it with me?

Hello.

My name is Elizabeth...

and I'm an alcoholic.

ALL:
Hi, Elizabeth.

Ah.

Any marimba playing
going on in there?

Beautiful music, Tess,
beautiful music.

That's going
to be some kind

of interesting
book of memoirs

she's going to write.

Aye, it'll be worth
waiting for.

It always is, baby.

It always is.

♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch
like me. ♪