Amazing Stories (1985) s01e12 Episode Script

You almost finished? A few more minutes.
I have an itch.
Well, then, I suggest you scratch it.
I can't.
I can't reach it.
It's on my back.
Try not to think of it.
I can't not think of it.
It itches.
Think of something else.
What shall I think of then? You tell me.
Where were you exactly one year ago today? You know very well.
I was with you in Paris on our honeymoon.
I can only see every glorious moment.
Tell me what you see.
I see you in the early morning with the fishermen on the banks of the Seine.
I see you standing under the Arc de Triomphe during the sun shower.
And I see you reading in the Tuileries while all around you children played.
- You may scratch now.
- Is it finished? Come look.
You don't like it? It's too lovely.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Good shot.
Good shot.
- Ohh! - Oh, well done, Eve.
Well done, Eve.
Byron! Not bad for an old rapscallion's wife.
Doctor, your replacement is here.
And you're charming as always.
Dr.
And Mrs.
Edward Northrup, I'd like you to meet our very dear friend, Byron Sullivan.
Oh, the brilliant artist Teddy's told us so much about.
When will we have an opportunity to see your new work? We're very excited.
I think it best to let my good friend and agent answer that question.
All in due time.
Well, I've developed an enormous appetite.
Would anybody care for some lunch? I'm famished.
Well, then, shall we adjourn to the dining room? Byron, will you join us? I'd love to.
Eh, we'll join you shortly, my dear.
I'd like to have a word with Byron, if you don't mind.
Try not to be too long.
And how is your lovely Vanessa? She has been a godsend to me, Teddy.
Mmm, I've never seen you in better spirits, or more productive in your work.
You said you had to see me.
Mmm.
Yes, I have something for you.
Hope it's not a bill.
What is this? I thought it was rather self-evident.
"Theodore Shearing cordially invites you to a presentation of new works by Byron Sullivan.
May 17, Colman Gallery.
New York City.
" You're ready for a major show, my boy.
Congratulations.
But the Colman Gallery, Teddy.
Whistler has shown there.
Sargent, Cassatt- And soon, Byron Sullivan! A major talent about to burst on to the artistic horizon.
I have commissions for half your works already.
You're going to be rich and famous and admired.
I must tell Vanessa.
Give Eve my apologies.
Yes, I will.
- You just give me my commission! - What commission? I'll never sign the contracts! Vanessa.
If you don't tell me why we're celebrating, I am simply going to burst.
To us, darling.
I'm going to have a major show at the Colman Gallery in New York City.
Byron! I know.
I know.
I can hardly believe that.
It's too amazing to be true.
Now the whole world will know what I know, that you're a brilliant artist.
I'm so proud of you.
None of this good fortune could ever have happened without you.
Byron.
If there is any merit to my work, it is because of you, my beloved Vanessa.
I love you so.
And all that I am or will ever be is because of you.
I love that one.
Whoa, there! Whoa! Eve and I will take you home.
It hurts, Vanessa.
I hurt.
I hurt so deep.
You must be in here with me, sharing this pain.
I know.
I can't look at you anymore! I can't let you see me like this.
Sleep, my darling.
Sleep.
He'll be all right, Ted.
It's a case of melancholy.
And I'd say, under the circumstances, quite reasonable.
He'll need bed rest, and then, if I may be so bold, a couple of months in a sanitarium.
He's far beyond any medication I can prescribe.
It's Mr.
Sullivan's soul that needs a good airing.
Thank you, Edward.
I'll be in touch.
What have you done? - I was drunk and- - I've called it off, all of it.
The exhibit! The-The buyers! The critics! Canceled the invitations! These people are the connoisseurs of art! Not- Not ashes! I knew what I was doing.
Well, it matters very little now.
Just thank goodness that you still have your health, and you can start painting again.
Excuse me, Teddy, but I'm not of a mind to paint ever again.
Oh, really? Just like that, you quit? You retire? It's not like you.
You- A tantrum of self-pity.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself.
I just don't have it in me anymore.
It left when Vanessa died.
Maybe she took it with her.
Maybe it was never mine to keep in the first place.
I know what you're capable of.
It's my job to know, both as your-your friend and your representative.
Y-You cannot choose when to express the gifts God gave you! You cannot turn it on or off like a lantern! As my representative, well, Teddy, I'm afraid you're out of a job.
But as my friend, I only ask of you to give me time.
I need more time, Teddy.
I need to be by myself for a while.
Please.
Ahh.
I need you with me.
Ah, I need you in my life.
Vanessa, come home.
Come home! Vanessa! Byron.
Byron.
Byron.
Vanessa! W-Where are you now? Where do you go? Is this really happening, or am I dreaming? Are you somewhere out here lost? Or am I? I must be mad.
Vanessa.
A Summer's Day.
A Summer's Day.
I painted this before.
I painted this before! A Summer's Day.
I want so much to believe that you are real.
Do I seem real enough? Yes.
Truly you do.
Then accept what we have, and be with me now.
Let's go to bed.
There's nothing in the universe I desire more.
But it cannot be unless you create it.
That's nonsense.
Whatever we create, we do it together.
Very well, Vanessa.
We'll do it your way.
Byron, come to bed.
It's chilly.
I've never seen you looking so rosy.
You've bounced back.
It's nothing short of a miracle.
It is a miracle.
Excuse us, please.
Excuse us.
Your sudden outpouring- My goodness.
It's- It's simply confounding.
That's very kind of you, old friend.
But you said so yourself- Vanessa lives in my paintings.
And here's the proof.
And thank goodness for the time the two of you shared.
Short but inspirational.
You're going to be bloody rich, Byron.
But, please, don't let money stifle your passion to create.
Teddy.
There's no need to worry about that.
What I have, no amount of money can ever cheat me out of.
I'll create a life for us.
We may have a child.
Or go to South America.
Or Africa.
Or maybe even Mars.