Life Sentence

For the last eight years, I've been living with cancer.

I tried to live my life to the fullest.

I even went to Paris and married a guy I just met.

- After all, I am dying. - You're not dying.

Dr. Chang said that I'm cured.

But you don't have kids yet, Stella.

Nobody would blame you if you decided that

you weren't ready for a life-long commitment.

- Why are you here? - When I was sick, this was my room.

So the woman he shared a one-bedroom flat with

in London for two years, Pippa Hollingsworth.

You did know about her, didn't you?

Pippa?

Who's Pippa, Wes?

You made me feel like such an idiot.

This whole divorce thing's turning out to be a real drag.

Going through one myself.

- Lauren? - Aiden?

I live here with my father,

whose room you just came out of.

Have you seen my new oncologist? He's so hot.

- Dr. William Grant. - Stella Abbott, volunteer.

- How long have you been married? - Six months.

It's a shame I didn't meet you seven months ago.

The last few weeks, my life had been moving so fast.

I wanted to slow it down.

Normally, my husband would be in here with me,

but it just didn't seem like our schedules lined up anymore.

He was up late every night, talking with clients,

instead of coming to bed with me.

When I woke up to go to work,

he was just heading to sleep.

We weren't connecting.

There you go.

Clean up on table four.

Someone had an oatmeal problem.

What is an “oatmeal prob...

Oh, my God.

Are we sure that that's oatmeal?

Either way, it's a problem.

- Oh, my G... - I'm sorry. I didn't m...

- Hi. - Hey.

- I-I-I didn't know that you... - I was just, uh...

taking a detour on my way to the hospital.

- Is now a bad time? - What? Yes. No.

What... What's up?

I just spoke to a colleague from Stanford,

and it turns out that there's a new chemo trial

coming up that your friend Sadie may be eligible for.

Wow. That's amazing.

I thought we could tell her together.

I'll furnish the facts. You can keep me human.

I... Uh...

I don't think that I can make it to the hospital.

- Stella, can I ask you one question? - Hmm?

When I made that remark, you know,

about wishing that I'd met you seven months ago,

did I cross a line there? Because all I meant was...

No. No. No, no. No crossing. No lines.

You shouldn't think twice about it,

'cause I sure haven't.

Cool. Uh, I have one last question.

Can I get a scone to go?

- Oh, sure. - Thanks.

So you've got a work-husband, too?

Greedy much?

No, that is a doctor... friend.

And we have a patient in common.

I can't believe you've got two studs,

and I'm sleeping with my pug.

- Please go away. - Chill, dude.

It's okay to have chemistry with more than one person.

One is enough for me.

Okay, but if you decide

to trade out the old model,

can I test-drive Bachelor Number One?

No, he's mine, and I am not giving him up.

Hey. Psst.

Wes, can you hear me? Are you sleeping?

- I can't fix the dishwasher. - Are you working this weekend?

No. Why?

We're going to Paris.

How are we doing this?

- Doing what? - Um... flying to France

when we have $37 in our savings account.

We are bringing Paris here.

We'll draw a bubble around the weekend, and we'll stay home,

and we'll cook that incredible meal

we had the last night at the St. Germain.

Stells, can I just wake up?

And we will watch these sexy French movies.

We'll only take breaks to make love and eat cheese.

We will turn off our phones.

We will stay naked all day and drink good wine.

And I found that recipe for that beef bourguignon.

The restaurant's website said that the secret

is to cook it the night before.

Babe...

We need to get back to a place where it was just the two of us.

No distractions, no noise...

just you, me, and stinky cheese.

Please say “yes.”

Please.

Oui.

How do we not have coffee? Or eggs? Or spoons?

I'm good with just bed and no breakfast.

No, no, I want to make you something.

You stay here. I'll be right back.

- But you have class. - Only one.

Not till noon.

Will you be okay here without me?

Hm.

Oh! Sorry.

Lauren, you remember my son.

How's it going?

I was just running out to get some stuff for breakfast.

- Would you like to join us? - No, I'm good.

I had a bowl of cereal at Diego's and a waffle.

Maybe it was an English muffin. I found it under the couch.

Lint is not a food group. I'll get enough for three.

- Okay. - All right, I'll see ya.

I still haven't told him about us.

About... our history.

Don't. There's no reason to.

Yeah, but I feel like the longer I wait,

the worse it's gonna get.

And if I just rip the band-aid off now...

Don't rip off anything.

He and I are finally in a good place.

You crush him, and it'll set him back to last week.

What was last week?

He was living in a bathrobe,

combing his hair with a towel.

He needs this.

Lauren, it's not like you and I... We weren't...

It was one crazy, frisky night.

You're right.

It really wasn't all that memorable, was it?

It was frisky.

Aiden, I really like your dad.

Me, too. Go for it. Let him live in the moment.

No, what I'm trying to say is,

I think it might be more than a moment.

Seriously?

Lauren, this is my father.

He eats fruit and wears slippers.

He quotes Benjamin Franklin.

He chokes up listening to The Carpenters.

I love that.

And he's just so... bright.

Oh, I...

He's definitely not gonna want to know about us.

You're absolutely right.

I won't say anything if you won't say anything.

Deal.

Bonjour.

Dr. Grant left this for you.

You know, I used to have really nice handwriting,

but they throw you out of med school for that.

What's this?

It's an invite to a fundraiser.

The guy leading the trial that I mentioned yesterday

is the keynote speaker, so I bought two tickets,

and I thought maybe you want to join me.

Y-You know I'm married, right?

This is not a date, Stella.

This is 300 people with checkbooks

and, maybe, some rubbery chicken.

I just thought that if you got to meet Dr. Freedman in person,

you might be able to put a charming face

on Sadie's situation.

I would love to help. When is this?

Tomorrow night, actually.

Sorry. I know it's last minute.

I can't. I'm in a bubble.

- Excuse me? - I just mean, my husband and I...

We're doing this whole Paris thing-y all weekend,

- So... - Okay.

Um, I can see if I can get three tickets, you know?

Dr. Grant?

They're still waiting on you in Radiology.

Thank you, Donna. All right, I'll see ya.

I can't go!

I can't go.

Don't scrape the entry wall.

The official closing is tomorrow.

I thought they bought all of our furniture.

I'm not giving them everything.

- This is an antique. - Why is it so damn heavy?

- It's Louis Quatorze. - Is he still in it?

No. Okay, okay. Just stop.

Put it down gently.

I'm gonna ask your father for help.

- Allow me. - Thank you. Such a gentleman.

Who is that with your father?

Who is that woman?

I think she's delivering something.

He's kissing her.

He's always been a good tipper.

What if we flipped King Louie over