All language subtitles for Feud.S02E07.WEB (SDH)

How are you feeling
this morning, Mrs. P?

[grunts]

Would you mind baking some of
that banana bread for me?

It's the only thing I feel like.

-Of course.
-[sighs] Thank you, dear.

Oh.

[groans]

You said this kind of chemo
wouldn't cause
my hair to fall out.

[clicks tongue]

[sighs]

You've done well, keeping me
going for a long time.

But would you--

[sighs] Would you keep fighting

this room-to-room combat
if it were you?

For everyone, it's different.

You have fought long and hard.

How long until it's over?

[Bill] He said six months?

He used that phrase,
"You have six months to live"?

I asked him
if I'd make it to Thanksgiving,

and he just looked down
and shook his head.

Why is it with these doctors
they can't just say it straight?

My father, a surgeon,
he gave it with both barrels,

and everyone respected him
for it.

Of course,
it was Boston and stoic.

[Bill] Look... [sighs]
...there's a new drug.

Here's what we do.
I've done some research.

Tamoxifen. It's just about to
get FDA approval.

-I know who to call.
-Yes, yes.

You know everyone, Bill.
Yes. We know that.

You know everything.

It's enough.

You keep giving me orders

like I'm the vice president
of programming.

Which I'm not.

Jesus, please don't smoke.

What can I do
to make you stop smoking?

What can you do
to make me stop? [chuckles]

How about you don't do
a fucking thing?

No more jewelry.

No more paintings.
No more Lucian Freud or Picabia.

No more purchasing
my forgiveness or my affection.

You would forgive
Truman before me.

The fucking smoking.

Even after they told you you
had to stop. Did you wanna die?

Was it so bad with me that
you wanted to kill yourself?

Well, Bill, yes. [chuckles]

[inhales] Could have been worse.

It could have been Librium

but no, it was ciggies
and high-end booze.

At least I was
a coherent hostess.

[inhales] That's how
I medicated myself.

Medicated yourself from what?

You. [chuckles]
[chuckles]

The smoking and the scotch soda

that started the very first hint
of dusk or sooner.

How else could it work?

You know what I want?

Some quiet and solitude.

And I want to speak to my--
my children.

I don't know why
she won't speak to me.

Because you're cold.

You are.

You are a cold person.

And your daughter feels

that she was a minor
consideration in your life.

And that she came after
all the myriad ways you had

of showing the world
your beauty and your perfection.

Shut up, Paley! For God's sake,
won't you shut up?

Were you a model parent

with your barely disguised
contempt for your son,

whatever he did?

No.

She won't speak to me because--

Because I chose you
instead of her.

No, actually
we both chose each other.

Paley.

You've been calling me that
for a while now.

First, I thought it was
some sort of, uh,

tough affectionate affectation.

But then I realized there was
ice all around it.

I think people earn how
they're addressed, don't you?

You know, it takes a certain
skill to provoke anger

in someone y-you've just broken
the news to that you're dying.

I commend that.

This must be the anger stage.

[sighs]

I'll do my best to get Kate
to return to you.

She listens to me sometimes.

[Lee] Well, I think
we could make it work.

But the thing is,

he keeps saying
that he wants to do a prenup

like he doesn't trust me.

Well, I can understand that.

I mean, he's very successful.

Even Bill likes him.

Those San Francisco society
folk are very, very canny.

-Yep. Known them all my life
and they're very square.
-[all laugh]

I like San Francisco.
It's rather like Boston.

The question is,
do I keep the engagement ring?

I think a prenup is irrelevant.
Let's just live for today.

Ah!
Yes,

I like that philosophy
a great deal.

Just enjoy your life every day.

Joy. Live in a city of joy.

[Lee laughs]

[Babe] Mmm.

Speaking of which, CZ...
[smacks lips] ...how's Truman?

-Um.
-He's been on my mind.

He's not having the best year,
I would say.

I'm glad to hear you
mention him.

I'm sure he'd love
to hear from you.

I miss that laugh.

I'd hold the friendship
in a different--

Well, it wouldn't be the same
as it was, of course.

Babe, you know, sometimes
I think you don't reach out

because of some rage
you have at yourself.

Rage?

Hmm. I wonder, maybe.

Maybe you're right.

[CZ] Yes. You think Lee,
Slim and your husband
wouldn't abide it.

Hmm. Yes.
Perhaps I'm angry at myself

that I can't get past worrying
about the propriety of it.

How it would be seen
in this crowd,

ending this epic falling out.

Because... [chuckles] ...there's
so many people invested in it.

I mean, people write about it.

It's become an absurd play.

What would we do without it?

Babe, that's fucking harsh.

Is it? Really?

I mean, Lee, you think--

Just admit it.

To be seen with him again,

to even speak with him again,

would turn you into
a laughingstock

because you've entrenched
yourself in this position.

No, this isn't
about whose appearances.

It's about the morality of--
Of what?

[scoffs] We've all done
some awful things.

And some not so awful,
and sometimes to each other.

And we've been capable of
moving beyond them,

but when it comes to Truman,
no. And why?

God, sometimes I just wish I'd
laughed it off when it came out,

and he'd be sitting here
right now with us.

And wouldn't that be nice?

Instead of rotting away
like the prisoner of UN Plaza?

What are you saying, Babe?

That we are not
truly affronted and hurt?

I mean... [scoffs]
...doesn't that matter?

Well, does it?

What if we accepted how little
it matters in the end?

Which we will have to,
by the way.

But no, to accept his apology
would be to surrender.

Maybe we should change
the topic.

Yes. I think
that's a great idea, CZ.

Now, I think
we need a great party.

It's been a long while
since we've had a great party.

-[Lee] Hmm.
-[Slim chuckles]

And I know just how
to do it perfectly.

A bright sunny day at Kiluna.

Black irises in one room.

Ranunculus in the next.

There'll be
those wonderful black cherries

from Michigan we get...

[chuckles] ...but in Limoges
bowls on every table.

And the buffet will have great,
big platters

of poulet à l'estragon
and salmon en croûte.

And the napkins will be
perfectly folded

like perfect, perfect flowers

with the flatware just nestled
secretly inside them.

And in addition to you ladies,

I will make a very,
very special guest list.

[smacks lips]

Walter Cronkite,
Katharine Graham,

George Plimpton,
Gloria Vanderbilt,

Nancy Kissinger, Jo-- [grunts]

No, maybe not Joanne Carson.

She's been a little nutty
since the divorce.

This is sounding very delicious.
[Babe laughs]

When would this
party take place?

Summer. When I die.

You see, this is what I want

for the memorial service
after the funeral.

Babe. After the funeral? No.

I have a few months left,
and so this--

this is what's been on my mind.

What to do
when you're at the end.

Oh, Babe, I thought
we had more time.

[Babe] No, CZ. No tears.

No regrets.

I've done it.

I've had a life.

A little too public
in retrospect, but a life.

[sniffs]

Now, let's have
some of that lemon sorbet.

Yes. Some lemon sorbet
and shortbread.

-[waiter] Of course. Right away.
-Thank you.

And some Dom Perignon.

[Bill] Kate, please.

Kate, she really wants to
see you, honey.

I know. I know.

But now is the time to put away

all of that anger
and resentment.

Kate, listen to me, honey.

[Kate] All the times
I needed her,

and the total utter lack of
interest for me and my life.

You can't expect me
to come running

when she finally beckons me
as if I were one of the dogs.

No, I won't do it.

I'm not sentimental about it.

[Bill] But now's not the time
to hold on to that.

It's the time to let it go.

You have to understand
how she was raised.

She wasn't built
to be a mother.

[Kate] No, I'm sorry.

The Sphinx doesn't
need anything from me.

Maybe when you can hear
her death rattle. Only then.

-[Bill] Kate, plea--
-[line clicks, beeping]

[crow caws]

[Babe] Thank you, dear.

[grunts]

[Jerome] Mrs. Paley,
welcome home.

Hello, Jerome.

Will Mr. Paley be joining us
this weekend?

It's only me this weekend.

We've made it very cozy.

Let's get you inside.

Oh.

Not just yet. I--
I want to see everything.

[waves lapping]

[Babe] I saw a moth yesterday.

It was trapped
inside of a lampshade.

It was throwing itself at the
light, desperate to get free...

unaware that the way out
was right there,

and all it had to do
was look down.

[sighs]

These pages are a chronicle
of everything I've done wrong.

Perfection was, for me,

a kind of eternity
I thought I could own.

If every detail
was in its place,

I thought the world might just
come to a stop

and stay that way forever.

But you cannot have eternity,

nor can you own perfection.

You merely borrow it
with interest.

I'm packing now for a trip.

Laid out on the bed are
all these items

that make up my life.

I can see how useless
many of them are.

Status, gloves,
scarves, cashmere,

perfection, all piled up.

But what I do have more
than anything else is beauty.

Not beauty for the sake
of prestige or for stature,

but beauty
for the sake of beauty.

My world is suffused
with beauty.

I only wish I'd been able to
see how much of it there was.

Late lessons, part 50.

We cannot possess the light.

But we can touch it.

-[wings flapping]
-Steal it in fragments,

small pieces.

A few moments
that are almost perfect.

Hardly enough
to fill a thimble with.

[distorted laughter]

No!

"But isn't a thimble
full of almost perfect moments

just a nickel shy
of the price of eternity?"

[firework crackling, fizzing]

You found my diary.

I did.

And I added that last bit
about the thimble,
but I won't tell.

[Babe scoffs]

What's happening? Fireworks?

Yes, dear. On the East River.

They're for you.

We'll go down there ourselves
and see them up close.

But first, dinner.

Can't be late now. I've got us
the best table at 21. Chop chop.

[gasps, chuckles]

I'm so glad you're here, Truman.

I'm so relieved
that you had the courage to come

after everything
that's happened.

Oh, I've given up
on holding grudges.

All is forgiven.

But now...

you've got to get dressed.

[gasps, laughs]

[Truman] The diaphanous pink.
You loved this dress.

[Babe]
Where did I wear it again?

[Truman] Nowhere. It never
left the house, remember?

Bill got us tickets
to the Oscars in 1968,

and it was
such an awful snooze.

And we promised ourselves
next year

we would get just as dressed up
but watch from home.

[Babe] Oh, yes. That was
the year of-of the tie.

[Truman] That's right.
Barbra Streisand
and Katharine Hepburn.

They tied for Best Actress.

[gasps] What a moment
to be alive. And these...

[Babe] The pearls
you bought me for Christmas.

[Truman] Mmm. It was that year
I was flat broke.

They're as fake as a Cartier
watch from Canal Street.

[Babe] Yes,
but they look so real.

I've switched them out
with my good ones just to see.

None of the girls
ever caught on.

[both chuckle]

Beautiful.

Can I tell you a secret?
Mm-hmm.

But you'll have to swear
not to tell the others.

I'm serious.

I'm famous for my discretion.

[cackles] What?
[chuckles]

[sighs] Okay,
I'll tell you. [laughs]

[whispers] You're
one of my top three.

Your top three?

Well, I don't know
what that means,

but I'm honored
to have been selected.

Oh, you don't select
your top three.

They are the ones--

They're the ones
you collide with.

You smash each other into bits,

get all mixed up
and never come apart.

And these three, are they
best friends? Great loves?

Not necessarily.
Sure, you can love them.

But they're also easy to hate
because they're the ones

that most reveal who you are,
which can be horribly painful.

But for that reason,
you can never really drop them.

You must always
forgive them in the end

because they are the most
precious resource in life.

And does everyone
only get three?

Some people only get one.

Some people get none.
Mm-hmm.

That's just my theory anyway.
And I like things in threes.

How poetic.

Morning, noon, night.
Sun, moon, stars.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner.

The Three Faces of Eve.

Come. I've run you
a nice hot bath.

But I've already gotten dressed.

Oh, that's right. Well, then
we better shut off that faucet.

Three Brontë sisters.
The Three Stooges.

Three sheets to the wind.

[both chuckle]

Neapolitan ice cream.

Beginning, middle, end.

Am I dead?

[Truman] Almost.

In your final hour, yes.

But don't worry, dear.

We can stay right here
for as long as you like.

I'll wait with you
till you're ready.

Ready to see the fireworks.

What if I'm not?
What if I'm never ready?

If that's the case, then we'll
just stay right here forever.

[Babe] Let's stay. [sniffles]

[straining]

-[Truman chuckles] Mmm.
-[Babe sniffles] Mmm.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Oh, but there's
so much left to do.

I was too late.

I was too late,
Truman, to fix it all.

We all are. That's what it is.

And yet sometimes the really
important ones do get fixed.

[kisses]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Kate] Mother.

You're not too late, Mother.

[Truman] Enjoy the fireworks.

[straining]

"And they looked,

and they saw
what they had not seen before."

[straining]

That she was beautiful.

[exhales]

[Truman groans]

Truman. Truman. [cries]

Babe is dead.

[CZ cries] I tried calling
and calling. You didn't answer.

[groans]
The doorman let me up.

[sniffles]

[crying] Oh,
I was so worried, Truman.

[sniffles]

I have to get to work.

What are you doing, Truman?

What do you have to work on?

Babe's eulogy.

We all knew
this moment was coming,

and I've been writing it.

I have the ending in my head.

I just have to get it down.

[sniffs]

Why are you doing this, Truman?

Because I knew her
better than anyone,

and I'm gonna read it
at her funeral, of course.

No, why are you
doing this to yourself?

To me?

Please don't make me bear any
more awful news this morning.

What awful news?

It's not going to happen.

I talked to Bill.

I really made a case for you.

He's not going to allow you
to come to the funeral.

Well, I don't care
what Bill Paley will allow.

I will crash it if I have to.

He doesn't own Babe's memory.

You will do no such thing.

Play the tape to the end.

There will be guards there.

They will stop you,
and they will hurt you.

But I have to be there.

It's Babe Paley, for God's sake.

She would have wanted it.
I know she would have.

I know she would have.

I have to read it, CZ.
I have to get it out.

Read it to me.

Go on.

"Hello, everyone.

I refuse to say
we have lost Babe

because I see Babe
almost everywhere."

"The reflection in a window,
behind me on the street,

or in the smell of her perfume

on the corner of
Madison Avenue bookstore."

"Or the light
on the windshield of a car...

because she and I
loved car rides.

We loved long drives
with no destination.

I can place her
in every room in my mind."

"Babe, more than anything,

she loved the journey
of all of this.

And that is what I wanted to say
to those people who loved her."

"The journey never ends.

We know all her words,
her mannerisms, her jokes,

so do what I do.

Keep talking with her
and she will, I promise,

talk right back.

We are still on the journey."

"We cannot do this, any of this,
without the people we love.

Babe knew that."

"And she never
stopped proving that,

even though there might be
bumpy nights and dramas,

you cannot get through this life

without simply forgiving

and being forgiven by
your friends since they are--

Once they are of you.

Once they are in your heart."

[sniffles]

"I am going to learn
how not to mourn

but rather to still see her."

"Sometimes when I catch
my own reflection,

I see her instead."

"I was at a party.

I was telling a story
about a certain person I'd seen

enter an airplane bathroom
a dead ringer for Mae West,

and exit looking
like Victor Mature."

"When I finished, everybody
laughed and applauded.

And then I saw that they were
all still looking at me,

eagerly expecting an encore."

"I was alone
and surrounded by people,

the worst sort of loneliness
there is.

And in that desperate moment,
my eyes scanned the room

and there in the back,
again, I saw my reflection.

But it was Babe."

"She was me.

She was smiling at me.

And in a look, she said,
'Let's get out of here.'

And so we did.

We rode off into the night
under a full moon,

my reflection and I."

"I don't remember where we went,

but I do remember that,
on the way,

we never ran out of
stories to tell.

And this is my point:

My reflection showed me
only the best parts of myself.

And in exchange
for her friendship,

I gave those parts to her.

I gave her everything
because she deserved it

all."

"And so much more.

Et cetera. Et cetera."

Well, I can't end the eulogy
with " et cetera, et cetera,"

so you have to leave now

because I need to finish
the ending.

[pages rustling]

[door closes]

[bell rings]

[chattering]

[Lee] This is so her.
Every detail. It's uncanny.

[Slim] I know. I keep expecting
her to come around the corner,

hurrying, fussing over
some errant stray flower petal

out of sync with the others.

[CZ] It's ghoulish
is what it is. [sighs]

Well, now,
what the fuck do we do?

[CZ sighs]

[smacks lips] I don't know.

But let's face it.
It's not going to be easy.

She was the one who made this
whole thing work, wasn't she?

She-- She made us show up.

We keep marching.

Like soldiers in the winter
in Russia during the war.

Oh, it's not that bad.

We're not-- We're not marching
on Stalingrad.

Oh, God, I dreaded this.

I mean, it's much worse
than I thought.

I loved her.

[CZ] The world turns

and Bill Paley is still alive

and rich and single, once again.

Good luck to whomever
he ends up picking

because that is not a job
for the faint of heart.

Truman would have a deliciously
wicked quip in this moment.

He'd throw it like a lawn dart
and hit a bull's-eye.

[both chuckle]

Well, he should have come.

Why not?

It's the curtain call, isn't it?
Let him take his bow.

Truman will have the last word.

He will immortalize us all
for better or for worse.

Oh, he's finishing
Answered Prayers.

He said Babe's death is
the final chapter

and then he can die.

[Lee sighs]

"And then he can die." Christ.

How about not dying?
How about thriving?

It's not that hard,
you know? To thrive.

[sighs]

I always wanted to ask him.

Did it pay off to publish that?

And it didn't pay off, did it?
It was a waste.

Okay, look, I'm going to
slip out without fuss.

Yes. Me too. Lunch next week?

Yes, we have to.
La Côte? How's Monday?

Oh. [sighs] Doesn't work for me.

I have contractors
at Templeton all day. Tuesday?

Oh. A thing in Bedford.
Wednesday?

Oh, wait, no.
Wednesday doesn't work.

Thursday?
I can't.

Oh, well,
we'll just keep in touch.

And maybe we should try
a new place. Lutèce?

Or, dare we venture
across to the west side?

Café des Artistes?

Mmm. Well,
we'll figure something out.
Okay.

[Slim] Mmm.

[Slim] Bye, darling.

[Slim sighs]

Now, can I ask you
some serious questions?

Uh-- Mmm, sure.

[Stanley]
Have you been drinking?

You mean very lately?

Here's what I'm saying.

You have a problem
with alcoholism.

Millions of people have
the same prob--
Oh, my God.

I mean, alcohol is
the least of it.

[chuckles] I mean, that's the

joker in the-th-the cards.

[chuckling]

What is the problem?

It began because I--

[clears throat] My mother--
It was all very simple.

It was one of the most simple,

I mean,
kind of cases of anxiety.

Uh--

Well, you know, it was--

My mother was
a very beautiful girl

and she was only
17 years old and...

Here's a question
I'd like to ask you.

It's a serious question.

And that is this:

What is going to happen

unless you lick this problem
of drugs and alcohol?

What is going to happen
to Truman?

I'm sure
you've thought about it.

Well, you know,

I do for months and months
and months and months.

You know, I write and...

[sniffs] But the obvious answer
is that eventually,

I mean, I'll kill myself.

[Stanley] Yes.

Without meaning to.

[Jack] You know where you are?

Don't patronize me.

Hazelden.
Minneapolis. You're in detox.

You blacked out
on Stanley Siegel's
wretched television show.

Your self-loathing
and guilt over Babe,

over losing her without
ever having been forgiven.

Is that why
you did this to yourself
on national television? [sighs]

I better get myself put together
for her service.

That was two weeks ago.

The rest of Answered Prayers.
It's a love letter to her.

People will see
what I meant to celebrate--

[Jack] There is no
Answered Prayers, is there?

There's scraps, there's lines,
there's abandoned pages.

Are you judging me?

Careful.

I'm asking for the practical
purpose of when you die.

It's going to fall to me to try
and produce a manuscript,

and I would appreciate
being spared

that particular Easter egg hunt.

I don't wanna die.

[chuckles]

That's a lie too.

So much contempt.

Did I hurt you that much?

Contempt is not what this is.

This is goodbye.

I got you here. Goodbye.

The book is real.

All those scraps, I-I just
have to put them together.

I met someone.

I'm in love, or as much as
I can be after all this.

You have him to thank, actually,
for my being here.

For your being here.

I was going to leave you
in your own vomit,

sleeping on
the living room floor,

but he convinced me
that that would be wrong.

Who?

[Jack] Kid from that bookstore
in the Village.

He's way too young for me,
but I don't care anymore.

He is kind,
and kindness counts, Truman.

Gloating always was a good look
for you, Jack.

Fits you like a Cartier watch
on a courtesan's wrist.

You fancied yourself a writer,
but whatever you wrote,

it was always a chorus boy
trying to impress.

The only real dancing
I ever did was with you.

Justifying your self-regard
as if genius excuses

what a miserable person you are.

[exhales] To lie,
in print, deliberately,

simply to hurt people
who care about you. It's--

And where has
your high-wire act gotten you?

A dead-end bed
in a dead-end hospital.

Goodbye, Truman.

Don't.

Please, Jack. Don't go.

I'm scared.

[Jack sighs]

I only have you, outside Joanne.

And she's-- Well,
you know, she's Joanne.

She buys papered lamps
from Pier 1.

Tibetan eclectic,
for Christ's sake.

-[Jack sniffles]
-She's not Babe. She's not you.

-Please. I-I'm sorry.
-[Jack sniffles]

Don't leave.

[whispers] Jack, I'm so cold.

[sighs]

You were burning up,
but now you're freezing.

Truman, can you hear me?

Can you talk?

What's wrong with you?

Are you in pain?
Did you have a heart attack?

Where am I?

You're in California.
In your room.

In my house. It's--
It's me, honey. It's Joanne.

It's Joanne.

Don't you remember?

You wanted to come out here
an-and dry out,

and-and sit by the pool
and-- and write.

I got you all of your yellow
notebooks and-- and your pencils

and those good gum erasers.

You remember?

You were gonna finish
Answered Prayers.

Truman?

[Rick] Howdy.

Howdy yourself.

Water's fine. You coming in?

[chuckles]

No, no. I was on the last page.
I was almost done.

[Joanne pants]
I got you. I got you.

-[coughs]
-[Joanne grunts]

[Joanne] Oh, God.
Truman, what have you done?

-[chokes]
-I'll be right back.

[Joanne] Thank God
I've been doing

those Richard Simmons classes.

I have the upper body strength
to pull you out of there.

-You just keeled over.
-[groans]

[Joanne] Okay, listen,
I'm gonna call a doctor, okay?

You just sit tight.

[Truman] No. No. I'm going.

I've decided
I'm going to go to China,

where there are no phones
and no mail service.

In a Mandarin pagoda pavilion.

Watching bamboo shoots sway.

Truman, stop. You're scaring me.

You're not making any sense.

I am. And no more hospitals.

I'm very tired.

[Joanne] Truman?

If you care about me,
please just let me go.

[Joanne] You're burning up.

Bring me a drink.

No. No more alcohol.

I've been a very bad friend,
enabling you.

No more. I'm-- I'm gonna get you

a-- a Diet Rite Cola,
okay? [sniffs]

[grunts]

[sighs]

Oh, dear.

[ice clanking]

[operator]
911. What's your emergency?

Hello? This is 911.
What's your emergency?

Hello?

Hello?

[Babe] On one hand, this place
desperately needs more light.

On the other,

I hate to call any more
attention to this decor.

[sighs]

Poor Joanne.
She means well, I suppose.

[sighs]

Well, how is one to get better

when surrounded by
such an unfortunate color?

What is this color? Putty?

-Ugh.
-[Truman chuckles]

You don't like it?

It's very Spanish mission
meets rancho.

Yes. Yes. We get it, Joanne.
California abuts Mexico.

-How very on the nose.
-[chuckles]

Now, sit up.

[groans]

You need something
for your stomach. A blotter.

A blotter? [chuckles]
I love when you say that.

A blotter of Ritz Crackers.

Oh, Babe. [chuckles]
How I love that.

Yes. After a night of imbibing,

absorbing all that alcohol,
all that acid--

-Yes, a blotter.
-Mmm.

First things first though.

Hair of the dog.

Oh, heavens.

Joanne went to fetch me diet
root beer, if you can fathom it.

Root beer? Please.
Are we throwing a pizza party?

[both chuckle]

Okay. Bad idea. Come on.
Let's put that out.

Did you get a slight sunburn?

-[groans]
-No, it's a flush.

Your liver and kidneys,
that's it.

They're all shutting down now.

And your heart,
how swollen it is.

I can hear it. The pumping.

It's not natural.
It's becoming an effort.

Yes, I fear
that may be the case.

I feel so odd.

[Babe] Mm-mmm.

Oh.

Babe, your hand feels
so soft and cool.

It's just ecstasy, that feeling.

The cool hand of a mother...

or an au pair from Gstaad.

Do you remember
that time in Jamaica

when I was so awfully ill

and you stayed up with me
till my fever broke?

[chuckles]

[Truman] And in return,
I read aloud to you.

[Babe] Your first draft
of Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Of course I remember.

[Truman] Yes. And-- And
when I'd finished, you said--

It's Carol, isn't it?

[both chuckle]

It is about Carol Matthau.

Nobody else connected the dots.

[Babe] And you made me
a promise then.

[Truman] I said
I'd never write about you.

[sighs] And I believed you.

[smacks lips] People say things.

So be it.

Things get said
and then forgotten.

That's life. Most of the time
there's no malice, just life.

Babe,

why did you come, really?

I've been calling
and calling for years.

Well, I had to, didn't I?

All those awful
talk show appearances.

Not a word put to paper.

Somebody had to
be there for you.

[whispers] I had to be there.

Like I was in Jamaica.

You've always been a child
who needs his mother.

But my mother left me.

I know. And so did I.

I wasn't there enough
for my own children either...

but I'm here now.

Sweet Truman.

I'm not alive, am I?

I'm dead.

[Babe chuckles]

You have been
for a very long time, Tru.

Just--

Just close your eyes.
It'll all be over soon.

And believe me, it's so
much better when you let go.

[Truman] It's so cold.

I'm so cold.

How could this be California?

[line ringing]

[line clicks]

[Jack] Hello?

It's over, Jack.

[sniffles]

What was it like?

[Joanne] Hard.

You know, it was--
it was just us.

Was you and me for a long time,
and then it was just me.

Did he say anything?

[Joanne] He said he was cold.
Mother. Mama.

And then he said...

"Beautiful Babe."