Liza and Adam look into each other’s eyes.
Liza: Adam?
Adam: Liza.
Liza: You can really hear me?
Adam: Yes.
Liza: Oh, thank God. Are you okay?
Adam: I think so. What happened?
Liza: There was a car accident, but it doesn’t matter. You’re okay, you’re really okay.
Adam notices the cut on her face.
Adam (concerned): You hurt?
Liza: No, no. Just a little cut. I’m fine.
She grasps his hand in one of hers, and brushes his cheek with her other hand.
They gaze into each other’s eyes and smile.
Adam: I’m glad you’re here.
Liza: Where else would I be?
Adam smiles.
Liza: Adam, I really need to go get the doctors. Promise me you’ll stay awake?
Adam: Promise.
Liza gets up.
Adam: Where’s the baby?
Liza hesitates for a moment.
Adam: The baby.
Liza: Pediatrics looked at her. She's fine.
Adam: Pediatrics?
Liza: Yes, she’s fine.
Adam: She... And you? You’re sure...?
Liza: I’m fine.
Adam: Liza?
Liza: Yes?
Adam: You have to know. I’m her father. I’ve always known I’m her father.
Liza: Yes, you are. In the most important sense of the word.
Adam: In every sense of the word.
Liza: In my heart, you are too. I’ll get the doctor, and then I’ll make a quick phone call and I’ll be right back. I promise.
Adam: Phone call?
Liza hesitates again.
Liza: Stuart and Hayley are right outside. I promise to come back quickly.
Adam: Good. Calling Dixie?
Liza: I will, but I need to call Belinda first.
Adam: Belinda?
Liza: It’s complicated. We don’t need to talk about this now.
Adam grows noticably agitated and more alert.
Adam: Oh, God. The divorce. This is about the divorce, isn’t it?
Liza: The divorce?
Adam: It’s always about the money. God, I was such a fool. To think, I actually ... I actually thought you cared.
Liza: Adam?
Adam: Get out of my sight.
Liza: Adam, I don’t understand. Why would you...?
Adam: Go away. I don’t need you. Now or ever.
Liza: Adam?
Adam: All of this ... all of it ... because of one half of a television station. Which you already own all of. And now ... now, all you can think of is getting more. More money.
Liza: Adam, what do you...?
It begins to dawn on Liza.
Liza: Adam, what year is it?
Adam: What do you mean? Do you think I’m an idiot? It’s 1997.
Liza: 1997.
Adam: Do you need me to draw a picture? Clinton is in the White House, summer is here at last, and my once and future ex-wife is no longer welcome. Get out.
Liza is speechless for a moment.
Liza: Adam. I know this is strange for you. I don’t know what to do. But I hope you know deep down that I love you.
Adam looks away from Liza.
Liza slowly back up towards the door.
Liza: I’ll be right back, Adam. I’ll be back with the doctors.
Liza leaves the room.
Adam looks at the door, and his eyes well up with tears.