[while having lunch at the Barking Crab]
Monique:
[examines Peyton as she coughs] OK, she's sweating like crazy, she's coughing, and her lips are swelling.
Joe:
Oh, come on. Don't fall for that. She's a little world-class performer.
Monique:
I don't think she's acting right now, OK? Give me 1 second. [to Peyton] Are you allergic to something?
Peyton:
Nuts.
Monique:
[to Joe, showing him Peyton's dessert] Did you know that?
Joe:
(Did I know what?)
Monique:
The dessert has nuts. Take her to the hospital, come on.
[Joe looks shocked as he lifts Peyton to his shoulder, carrying her]
Joe:
Hospital. Where's the nearest hospital?
Monique:
Ninth and Woodrow. I'll get the car. [Joe runs off] Hey, where are you going? What are you doing?
Joe:
[pushing bystanders out of his way] Move! Move! Move! Move!
Man:
[offscreen] Excuse me, sir.
[Joe runs across a bridge, through a traffic jam, then reaches the hospital with Peyton]
Joe:
Help, help! My daughter needs help! Help!
Emergency Room Doctor:
[approaching Joe, followed by his friends] What do we got here?
Joe:
Help. She's allergic. She can't breathe. She's allergic to nuts.
[one of the doctors takes Peyton and sets her on a wheeled hospital bed]
Emergency Room Doctor:
Looks like an anaphylactic reaction. Set her down.
Joe:
She can't breathe.
Emergency Room Doctor:
Baby. Baby, open up your mouth. [uses a flashlight to look inside Peyton's mouth] Airway's almost close. Let's move her. 10 liters non-rebreather mask.
[as the other doctors wheel Peyton away, one of them named Dr. Converse holds Joe back]
Joe:
Peyton. Peyton. Peyton.
Other Doctors:
[offscreen; barking orders]
Peyton:
[offscreen; gasping]
Dr. Converse:
I'll show you to the family waiting room. It's going to be fine. They're going to take care of her. She'll be OK.
[Joe, Monique, Webber and other adults sit in the family waiting room]
Dr. Converse:
[entering with a clipboard] Peyton Kelly's father?
[the adults stand up]
Joe:
[approaching Dr. Converse] I'm Peyton's dad.
Dr. Converse:
Your daughter's responding well to the treatment. We're going to keep her overnight just to be sure, but she's going to be fine.
Joe:
[sighing with relieved smile] Thank you so much. Thank you.
Dr. Converse:
You were really, really lucky this time.
Webber:
She's going to be alright.
Joe:
Yeah.
Webber:
OK.
[suddenly, a woman's voice is heard]
Woman:
Please tell me Peyton's alright.
Joe:
She's going to be… (Huh?)
[it's Sara's sister, Joe's ex-sister-in-law and Peyton's aunt/legal guardian, Karen]
Monique:
She's going to be fine. The doctor says that she's going to be fine.
Karen:
(Oh, right.) You're lucky I haven't called the police.
Joe:
Karen?
Karen:
I got home early, and I see you and Peyton. Your faces are plastered on the front of every magazine. I called Peyton 100 times yesterday, but she didn't answer. I flew out here, got off the plane, and I see all of this on the news.
Joe:
Karen?
Karen:
Is that all you can say for yourself is "Karen"?
Joe:
I thought you were dead.
Karen:
I can assure you, I'm not dead. How did you find her?
Joe:
I didn't, she found me. Wait a minute, is Sara still in Africa?
[beat]
Karen:
She didn't tell you, did she?
[short pause]
Karen:
Joe, Sara died in a car accident 6 months ago.
[beat]
Joe:
Oh, Peyton.
