Trust Me on This One by Ane Berentsen
At Richard and Emily's. Rory has just arrived for Friday night dinner. Lorelai hasn't arrived yet. Rory enters the living room where Emily's sitting in a chair waiting. About two months have passed since the last episode, so she has become quite big. Rory walks up to her and gives her a kiss.
RORY: Hi Grandma! How are you feeling?
EMILY: Not too good, I'm afraid. The baby's kicking is so bad; I haven't slept for three days.
RORY: Oh, I'm sorry. Hey, at least that's a sign that it's healthy!
EMILY(Almost angry): I've heard that at least 5 times today, everywhere I go, that's all people tell me. I've got healthy up to here!
RICHARD (Enters): Hi Rory, good to see you. I take it you told her that kicking is a sign that the baby is healthy?
RORY: Yep, I'm sorry I didn't know.
We hear some noise from the hallway, before Lorelai enters.
LORELAI: Here I am! I'm sorry I'm late, but I left late. Hey honey (gives Rory a kiss on the cheek.) Hi Dad. Mum, how are you?
EMILY: I'm tired. The baby's kicking is keeping me up at night.
Lorelai is about to say something, but Rory interrupts her.
RORY: Please, do not tell her that kicking means that it's a healthy baby. Apparently, she's heard it before.
LORELAI: Fine. That can't be true anyway. When I feel healthy, I'm not kicking anyone.Does this Friday night dinner actually involve dinner, or what? I'm starving!
INTRO: WHERE YOU LEAD
In Luke's bedroom. Luke is reading, Lorelai comes into bed.
LUKE: So, how was dinner?
LORELAI: Charming, as always. My mother complains that the baby keeps her up at night.You should see her know, she's enormous.
LUKE: Even so, I don't feel like seeing her, believe it or not.
LORELAI: Oh, I believe you. (Lies down.) Do you think we'll ever be like that?
LUKE: What, enormous?
LORELAI: No, stupid (Hits him with a pillow) No, I mean...do you think you'll ever want children of your own?
Luke ponders for a while.
LUKE: Is that important to you?
LORELAI: I don't know... I didn't think so, but lately, I've missed having a little baby. Can you remember how cute Rory was when she was little? (Chuckles) Besides, why should my mother get something and not me?
LUKE: I have to sleep on that one, maybe for a few days, even... Is that OK?
LORELAI: Sure...no rush. (Yawns and closes her eyes.) Good night.
LUKE: Good night...
Luke puts the book way, lies down and stares at her for a while, before he closes his eyes.
Rory is back at the dorm. Paris is watching TV as Rory enters and begins to take her coat off.
PARIS: Hey. How was dinner?
RORY: It was fine.
PARIS: How's your grandma?
RORY (smiles): You should see her, she's so big. (Thinks it over) Not that she's really big all over, it's just that bump in the front that...
PARIS (Interrupts): Hey, I asked to seem polite, you don't have to waist more air on it.
RORY: Sorry.
Pause. Rory is getting a glass of water.
PARIS: What is it with your family, anyway? Aren't you people capable of mating at a normal state in life?
RORY (Swallows): I've pointed out that too. I think it must be genetic.
PARIS: Don't you think it's kinda' gross? I mean, if my grandmother was pregnant...
RORY(Interrupts): Paris, your grandmother is like...90 years old, it would be both gross and impossible! (Walks over to the couch)
PARIS: OK, one last question; is your grandmother into breast-feeding?
Rory empties her glass of water over Paris' head and goes into her own bedroom.
A few nights later. In Richard and Emily's bedroom. Emily wakes up with a scream, and so Richard wakes up to.
RICHARD (Terrified) Emily, what is it, what's wrong!
EMILY (Checks if the bump on her stomach is still there, becomes relieved): Phew...I just had the worst nightmare ever!
RICHARD: I'm glad that's all, don't scare me like that. (Lies down) So, what did you dream of?
EMILY: It was horrible. I dreamt that the baby was here, and that I just kept dropping it on the floor all the time.
RICHARD (Closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep): Well, the baby is not here, and you have not lost it on the floor, so try and get some sleep while you have the chance.
EMILY: Richard, this is important! What if that was some kind of warning?
RICHARD: A warning about what?
EMILY: Like...faith's way of telling me that I'll make a bad mother.
RICHARD: (Sits up): If I'm not mistaking, you are already a mother. And as I remember it, your daughter is still alive and well, without too many bumps on her head. Now, can we please go back to sleep?
EMILY: That what I'll do! I'll call Lorelai. (Gets up)
RICHARD: What? Why?
EMILY: If anyone is qualified to express her opinion about my skills as a mother, it would have to be my only daughter.
RICHARD: Emily, I don't think waking you daughter up in the middle of the night makes you much of a mother.
Emily pretends she can't hear him, she puts a robe on and goes out to the hallway where she picks up the phone and dials a number.
In Lorelai's bedroom. Lorelai awakes when the phone on her nightstand starts to ring. She tries to ignore it by sleeping with the pillow over her head, then she gives up and answers it.
LORELAI(Tired): Hello, this is my answering machine. I'm asleep, good night.
EMILY: Lorelai? Are you there? It's me.
LORELAI: Mum? What do you want? Is there something wrong?
EMILY: Not exactly...I just...I'm worried that I won't handle being the mother of a baby again. So I was hoping you could tell me...I know we have had a somewhat strained relationship for a long time now...but before that, when you were a child, can you remember if you thought I was a good mother then?
LORELAI (Uninterested): I'm sure I did. Good night. (Is about to hang up.)
EMILY (Shouts): Lorelai, this is important to me. I'm worried my raising of this baby will be a disaster. I think I've only met one baby in the last decade, Christopher's daughter, and she didn't seem to like me at all.
LORELAI(Mumbles): That Gigiis onesmart kid...
EMILY: I'm sorry, what?
LORELAI: I was just saying...Gigi is just one kid. You can't base your facts on lousy statistics. Look, Mum, I know what this is about. My friend Sookie always freaks out during the last few months of her pregnancies. You panic, you ask yourself a hundred questions. "Can I do this?" "Will my kid like me?" "Will I ever see my feet again?" and so on.
EMILY: Well, do you have any answers to these questions?
LORELAI: The bottom line is: It's too late for abortion, and you can't keep the kid in there forever. If you're not ready, there's only one thing to do: Get ready! Have I made myself clear?
EMILY( Doesn't know quite what to say): I guess so...
LORELAI: Good. Have a good night! (Throws the phone away and goes back to sleep.)
Emily remains in the hallway, with the phone in her hand. She seems puzzled, but not unhappy.
The next morning, in Lorelai's kitchen. Lorelai is running back and forth, packing her lunch while she is on the phone with Rory.
In Rory and Paris' living room at Yale. Rory is sitting on the couch, talking to her mother on the phone.
RORY: Really, you said that? What did Grandma say then?
LORELAI: I think she was speechless, for once.
RORY: Wow. I wish I could have been there. Bye the way, the answering machine thing, totally my idea, you stole that one. But Mum, I have to go now. I'll call you later!
LORELAI: OK babe!
They both hang up. Two seconds later, someone is knocking on Lorelai's kitchen door. Before she has the time to open, Luke storms in.
LUKE: Lorelai, I have to talk to you.
LORELAI: Sure, I have a few minutes. What is it?
LUKE: That thing you asked me the other day, you know, if I'd ever want children of my own? I hope you can understand that I'm not ready for that right now. However...
LORELAI(Interrupts): You thought I meant like now? Luke, sweetie, I meant in like... a few years, if we're like married or something. I have plenty of time. I'm not turning 53 in anytime soon.
LUKE: That's what you meant? Good, 'cause that was what I was about to say, (Serious) in a few years, Lorelai Gilmore, I would be honoured to have a child with you. (Not so serious) Especially if you can manage to produce something half as smart and beautiful as you did the last time. I mean, it wouldn't hurt if my kid was smart enough to run for presidency at the age of ten.
Lorelai puts her arms around him and gives him a kiss.
LORELAI: OK, I'll try. But not for like...two years.
LUKE: You take your time. But please, let's get it over with before you're 53.
Lorelai chuckles and kisses him again.
The end