Stranger in My Bed

- Somebody help me, please! - What happened?

- My wife she's hurt, she needs a doctor right away.

We need a gurney here right away.

What happened? - I don't know.

I found her at the bottom of the stairs.

- Get her gently down here. - You're gonna be okay.

All right?

Okay, good.

All right, let's get us to the OR now.

All right, does she have any allergies?

No.

- Is she taking any prescription medication?

No, not that I know of.

CAT scan in here!

You'll have to wait here, sir.

Someone will be with you shortly.

Sara, I'll be right here, baby.

- Oh, Mr. Hansen? - Yes.

I'm Dr. Berry. I treated your wife.

- Is she gonna be okay? - Your wife's gonna recover.

But she suffered a concussion and severe bruising

and we need her to stay a few days for observation.

Thank you, Dr. Berry.

Can I see her?

She's sedated right now.

Please?

Just a few minutes.

And remember, just one minute, okay?

Okay.

Sara?

Baby?

Hey.

Hey, it's me, Ryan.

I love you, baby.

Everything's okay, baby.

Doctor says I can take you home in the morning.

Hi.

These are for you.

Thank you.

You had me worried.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

This will all be behind us soon.

Come here.

Let me help you, Sara.

Let's get outta here.

Thank you.

Thanks.

You must be glad to be comin' home.

Yeah.

What did you say?

I am. I'm glad to be coming home, Ryan.

I don't like this hospital.

Or the way that Dr. Berry was looking at you,

and the way he was looking at me.

Did he ask you any questions?

Sara?

He asked me what happened.

You know, how I was hurt.

You know, what happened. I fell down the stairs.

I'll get you home safe.

"To my wife, on her birthday.

For you, my darling, to wear on your special night.

I love you."

Oh.

- Are you okay? - Mm-hm. Yeah.

I was so worried.

Ah, you shouldn't be.

- I'm not just your boss, Sara. I'm your friend.

Sorry. (clears throat)

Yeah.

He hurt you again, didn't he?

I should report that bastard to-

- No, don't, Christine, it's only gonna make it worse

and besides, this was kind of my fault.

Are you kidding me?

You're a victim here, Sara. You're not responsible for this!

Please don't say anything.

(sighs) I just can't stand by quietly

and let him do this to you.

Someone has to tell the police.

It wasn't always like this.

I know.

- I remember when I first met him, he was so

handsome and caring and loving and he was attentive and-

Yes, but he's not the same Ryan

that you're married to now.

Honey, he controls everything you do.

Do you remember you used to be so outgoing?

The Sara I knew was fearless.

You'd do or try everything.

When was the last time you went climbing,

or did anything adventurous?

Ryan needs help and you need protection.

I'm calling the police. - No, Christine, don't.

Don't. Just let us work this out ourselves, okay?

He doesn't mean it.

He says he's gonna get help.

And I believe him.

I just love him.

And he loves me.

I can change him.

Gotta give me the chance, hm?

Okay.

I'll hold off.

Thank you.

But you gotta do something.

I will.

Sarah, look.

If you need me, day or night, you call me, okay?

- Yeah. - You promise?

I will, thank you.

Well, I have a toast.

To the birthday girl,

and the most beautiful,

wonderful woman that I know.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Close 'em.

This is just a little something

to show you how much you mean to me.

Oh.

Ryan.

They're beautiful.

Put them on.

Come on.

Wow.

You like 'em?

I love 'em.

I love 'em.

- Really? - (chuckles) Yeah, yeah.

How do I look?

- Wow. - Yeah?

Really? (chuckles) - You're stunning.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Sara.

I know I haven't been the best husband lately.

And um...

I'm truly sorry

for the way that I've treated you,

but things are going to be different now.

We're gonna get our marriage back on track.

I promise, baby.

Now, let's get outta here.

Okay.

- And once again, Mrs. Hansen, happy birthday.

Thank you. (chuckles)

- Let me guess. 21, right? - (chuckles) Oh, yes.

Over and over again.

What a night.

What the hell was that?

What?

- The guy, the waiter? - Oh.

He was just trying to be polite, make conversation.

We're customers, that's what he's paid to do.

- He was flirting with you, Sara, and you flirted back.

No, it wasn't.

- Don't lie to me, Sara. - Ryan, I'm not lying-

I said don't lie to me!

Get in the car.

You know I don't like it when you lie to me, Sara.

Okay, wait. Just-

- What did you think you're doing in there,

making a fool of me? - Please, Ryan!

It wasn't what you-

No, Ryan, don't!

No! No, Ryan!

Stop it! No, Ryan!

Shut up! Shut up!

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, you're right!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Okay, okay, okay. - Shh.

I'm sorry for raising my voice.

I just can't stand the thought of you with another man.

I just love you so much.

Let's get you upstairs and cleaned up, okay?

- Come here. - No.

Oh, hey, Sara.

Yeah, come on.

Let me see.

No, honey.

Not again.

That's nothing.