This is in season 7, the season that hasn’t been yet... it’s about time for the season’s end, about three episodes away... Monica and Chandler are engaged.
{Scene 1: Central Perk}
[Chandler is sitting on the couch, his left arm around Monica’s knees, who is sitting on the arm of the couch. Phoebe is sitting next to him, Rachel next to her. Joey and Ross are sitting at the table, Ross reading the newspaper over Joey’s shoulder.]
Chandler : I know, I know, it’s horrible, but I haven’t seen him in like... ten years... why does he have to come now?
Rachel : [pushes back her hair] Honey, he’s your Dad. You’re getting married. Isn’t there some *little* part of you that’s happy?
Chandler : [sighes heavily and pushes back his hair] I don’t know. It’s like, you know, he never wanted anything to do with me when *I* wanted him there...
Phoebe : [nods her head] And now that *he* wants to be there, you’re like, Ha... I don’t want you here!
Chandler : [bites his lip and tilts his head] I think... yeah, I think that’s it.
Rachel : [smiles and hits Phoebe’s arm.] Wow Phoebs, how’d you know that?
Phoebe : [looking pleased] Well, you know, it’s just a gift I have.
Chandler : [gives a reluctant laugh and shakes his head at Phoebe] Well, that’s some gift you got there Phoeb.... [trails off as two men enter in front of him] H...H... Hiyyaaaaa
Monica : [leans forward and puts her hands on his back] Is that him? [whispering]
Chandler : [nodding and standing quickly, nearly knocking Monica off the couch] D.... Dad, Hi! [he says in an incredibly loud, nervous voice]
Dad : Hello son.
Chandler : [smiling slowly, tears in his eyes] Hey. [he says quietly}
[Chandler reached out a hand to shake his Dad’s hand, but his Dad bypasses the hand and hugs Chandler to him tightly. After a bit of flustered hand placement, Chandler closes his eyes and hugs him back]
Chandler : It’s... It’s really good to see you again, Dad.
Dad : [smiles widely and holds Chandler at arms length] You look good son.
Chandler : [runs a hand over his bright green shirt] Thanks, you too.
Dad : [steps back and surveys the group] So... who’s the lucky fella?
Chandler : [flabbergasted] D... the fella... I ..... wh wh wha .....
Dad : [laughs and puts a hand on his shoulder] Joking Kiddo.
Chandler : [clearly not amused, laughs choppily] Ha ha huhhhhhhh.
Good one!
{Opening Credits}
~*~So no one told you life was gonna be this way...~*~
{Scene 2: Central Perk}
[Chandler is sitting next to Monica, who is sitting on the couch now. Phoebs and Rachel have moved to the chair, Chandler’s Dad sitting next to him, the other man sitting on the arm of the couch, his arm around him]
Chandler : [uneasily eyeing the man with his arm around his Dad] So... uh, you gonna introduce us to your... your uh... um....
Monica : [squeezing Chandler’s arm] Your friend? Who’s your friend?
Marty : [I’ve decided to name Mr. Bing Marty... I don’t know his real name!] Oh, I’m sorry, how terribly rude of me, this is Emilio. He’s my... my... [looks away from Chandler’s less than open expression.]
Ross : You know, my first ex-wife... Carol... she’s a lesbian.
All : ROSS!
Ross : [realizing what he just said] What?! Well, I mean, we all know!
Marty : [laughs] Well, now that it’s all in the open. [he looks adoringly at Emilio. Looks back at Chandler] I hope you don’t mind me bringing him?
Chandler : [licks his lips.] Nah, no, it’s fine Dad.
Emilio : [Smiling widely, he really is very cute] I’m so glad. He was so worried you know, what with not having seen you in so long... [sees Marty looking at him sternly] He’s... he’s very proud of you.
Chandler : [smiles sincerely at Emilio.] Well, ah, good to meet you Emilio.
[Monica smiles, proud.]
Marty : [standing} Well, we’ve gotta run. I have some business to take care of while I’m in town.
Chandler : [looking a little crestfallen] Oh, well, yeah, sure... I understand.
Emilio : [stopping on their way out] Hey, why don’t the four of us have dinner tonight?
Marty : [turning to Emilio] Em, he may not be ready for that yet... [muttering]
Chandler : [turning in his seat to catch his Dad’s hand] No... no, I’d like to have dinner with you... with you both. [he looks at Monica] Is that alright?
Monica : [nodding] It’s perfectly alright, honey.
Marty : [smiling sadly] Chan... I... I really am happy for you son.
Chandler : [a little confused] Thanks. That... that means alot to me.
[Marty and Emilio exit]
[Monica kisses Chandler passionately]
Chandler : [smiling goofily] What was that about... NOT that I’m conplaining.
Monica : [smiling widely] I’m so proud of you.
Chandler : [shrugs] Well, I figured, it’s been ten years... it’ll probably be another ten... why not be nice the few days I see him?
Rachel : [leans forward] He really was nice. He really did look happy to see you.
Chandler : [looks down sadly] Yeah... only took him ten years. [All but Chandler share a sad look] Hey, guys, don’t do that. I’m fine.
Joey : Do what man? We didn’t do anything?
Chandler : [shakes his head] That look. That pitying look...
That “awww, poor Chander” look. [He looks at Monica lovingly.]
I have Mon now, I don’t need anyone else.
{Scene 3: Monica’s and Chandler’s}
[Monica is standing behind Chandler, hugging him from behind.]
Monica : [concerned] You okay?
Chandler : [shaking his head slowly.] I thought I was. Imean, it’s been ten years... but I can’t help it... I’m... yeah, I’m angry with him! [he stands up with tears in his eyes] I... I don’t think I can handle this right now Mon...
Monica : [crossing arms, looking at him with her own tears in her eyes] Honey, you’re gonna have to deal with him eventually.
Chandler : [holding onto a chair, wiping his mouth with his left hand] Why... why why why why why?! [he picks up his chair and slams it on the floor] Why did he have to come around now? I’m happy! I’m so happy now!
Monica : [rushes forward and grabs his hands in hers] Hey, calm down. [She looks at the chair wich is still clutched in Chandler’s hand] Come on, I’ve... I’ve never seen you like this.
Chandler : [letting go of the chair he scratches his head] I know... I know [he hugs Monica to him.] I’m sorry.
Monica : [runs her hand down his shirt] No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re in pain. I’m sorry I can’t take it away. I’m sorry he’s here now and that you’re angry.
Chandler : [sighs and hugs her to him tighter] Hey, come on, don’t cry, I’m sorry. And you don’t need to apologize... it’s him. It’s always been him.
[Joey walks in abruptly, stuffing a meatball sandwich in his mouth.]
Joey : Hey guys! This is the BEST sandwich EVER!... [pausing he sees the serious expressions on Monica and Chandler’s faces] Oh, God, what’s wrong?
Monica : [steps away, running her hand down Chandler’s arm comfortingly, knowing he would want to talk to Joey alone.] I’m gonna... I’m gonna go to the store... to get... um.... [she twidles her hair] to get stuff.
[Monica exits]
[Chandler groans loudly and leans over the table]
Joey : [now very concerned] What’s going on man? Talk to me.
Chandler : [straightens up.] Man, it’s... I thought... I thought I was okay with it... but... I ... I was wrong.
Joey : [walks over to Chandler and puts a hand on his arm.] Your Dad?
Chandler : [nods and sits in the chair, Joey sitting in the next one, pulling it over and rubbing Chandler’s back as he buries his head in his hands.] It’s too... God, I don’t know, but it’s *too*!
Joey : [nodding] The whole gay thing?
Chandler : [looking up at Joey abruptly] No, no, I’m not *that* shallow.
Joey : [backing up a little, surprised at Chandler’s bitter tone] Betraying your Mom?
Chandler : [shaking his head] No, Joe, that’s not it either.
Joey : [stands] Hey, man, I get it, you’re upset... no reason to take it out on Joey.
Chandler : [looks up and sees Joey’s hurt expression. He sighs and pulls Joey back down into his chair.] I’m sorry... I’m not handling this too well.
Joey : [nods, still a little stung, but understands] Okay, so if it’s not the gay thing... and it’s not the Mom thing... then what is it?
Chandler : Ten years! That’s what it is. It’s been ten years, man. Not a call. Not a postcard. Not a letter... Nothing!
Joey : [frowning] Yeah, that is harsh.
Chandler : Harsh? Harsh? Oh, no, that’s not harsh... what’s harsh is that even when he was around... he *wasn’t* around. He never did anything with me. He never... he never hugged me. He... he never played football with me... no... no no no no no, he was too busy with Mr. [adopts wierd accent] “More Turkey Mr. Chandler?!” [shakes his head] I don’t even know why he’s here. How did he find out about... oh.... [Chandler motions sarcastically to Joey] Ofcourse! Mommy dearest probably called and bitched at him til he caved.
Joey : [sqeezed Chandler’s shoulder] Hey, come on man... maybe she didn’t have to. Maybe he wanted to see you but was too scared, ya know? I mean, it *has* been ten years... maybe this was just the excuse he needed to reach out to you again.
Chandler : [stands and smiles slightlya t Joey] Maybe. [sighs] I don’t know. [walks over by the couches] It just.. it hurts you know? I... I didn’t neccessarily wanna tell him about me and Mon... but even if I had... *I* didn’t have a number to call.
Joey : [stands and faces him] So... talk to him. Ask him. Have it out... like you did with Nora when she kissed Ross. Tell him off man.
Chandler : [shrugs] I... [shakes his head no] No, I can’t.
Joey : [crossing arms] Why?
Chandler : [looking down and shuffling his feet] Cause... what if I’m right... what if he really just doesn’t give a damn?
{Scene 4 : Fancy Restaurant}
[Chandler and Monica sit on one side of a table, picking at their food, Emilio and Marty on the other, doing the same]
Emilio : [awkwardly] So... So, Monica, Marty tells me you’re some kinda Cook?
Monica : [smiles at him, releived to finally have someone talk besides her mindless chatter] Yeah, I’m a...
Chandler : [snorts] How would he know...
Marty : [putting down his fork, giving up on eating] Nora told me.
Chandler : [snorting again, still avoiding eye contact.] Yeah, and isn’t that how all Dad’s get their information about their son’s fiance... through the Mom. Not through the son... no, that would involve actually *talking* to him.
Monica :[ looking awkwardly at Emilio} I’m a cook, yeah. I love to cook...
Marty : [angry] What is this Chandler? It’s been such a long time, and you can’t even be nice to me?
Chandler : [throws his fork on his plate and faces Marty] It’s been so long... [he says sarcastically] And yes... *that* was *my* fault.
[Marty and Chandler stare at each other, each one glaring, neither one willing to admit the pain they felt to each other]
Emilio : [shifts uncomfortably] Ah, yeah, well....
Chandler : [turning his glare to Emilio] Why don’t you shut up? You don’t know me! You don’t know what *he* has put me through! This is *none* of your business...
Marty : [standing] I shoulda known better than to come...
Chandler : [standing as well] That’s right. Why the hell should you anyway... it’s not like you ever gave a Damn about me!
Marty : [shocked] That... that’s not true...
Chandler : [throwing about forty bucks on the table, turns to Monica] You coming?
Monica : [looking up at Chandler] Chandler...
Chandler : [turning to leave] Cause I’m going, Mon. I’m sorry, I thought I could do this, but no... no, I can’t.
Marty : [grabbing Chandler’s arm] Son...
Chandler : [shoving his arm off in disgust] Get off of me. [he turns and leaves, leaving Monica behind to quickly scramble off after him.]
[Monica catches up to him in the hallway. He’s leaning on the doorjam, his head forward, eyes closed.]
Monica : Honey?
Chandler : [looks at her] I’m sorry [tears fall down his face. He clears his throat.] Can we go now?
Monica : [taking his arm] Anything you want Chandler... whatever you wanna do.
[Marty walks around the corner, but stops short as he sees Chandler, with tears in his eyes, lean down to kiss Monica on the forehead.]
Chandler : [choked up] I’m sorry, it hurts to just look at him.
Monica : [stroking his arm] I know... come on... let’s go home.
[Marty leans against the doorframe, wanting so bad to call after him
as tears fall steadily down his own face]
{Scene 5 : Chandler and Monica’s}
[Chandler is sitting on the couch, Monica curled up on one side. Rachel is sitting on his other side, her arms through his. Phoebe and Joey are sharing the chair, and Ross is sitting on the floor.]
Ross : You gonna be okay man?
Chandler : [smiling slightly, adopting a singsong voice] I’ll get by... with a little help... from my friends.
Phoebe : OOOOH! I LOVE that song!
Chandler : [laughs for the first time] Why don’t you sing it Phoebs. You could do the Beatles.
Phoebe : [claps her hands] Ooooh.. okay.... What would you do, if I sang outta tune... would you get up and walk out on me....
[Chandler catches Ross’ eye and smirks, raising one eyebrow... Ross has to try really hard to not laugh]
[There’s a knock at the door and Rachel gets up to answer it.]
Rac hel : [gasps and covers her mouth as the group looks at her] Chandler... Chandler, oh God you better....
Chandler : [hurries to stand up, tripping over his feet in his hurry] What.... wh wha what? [He hurries over to the door and grimaces as he sees Emilio, his face caked in tears] What? [he asks, his cold]
Rachel : [stares at Chandler] Okay, Chandler... just... just listen to him.
Emilio : [taking several deep breaths] Chan.... Chandler... ah...
Chandler : [with a sinking feeling in his stomach] Yes?
[Monica comes up behind him and wraps her arms around him.]
Emilio : Chandler... there was an accident...
All : [gasp]
Chandler : [the breath taken right out of his chest] Wh...
Emilio : It’s bad.
Chandler : [stepping back] Is he... is he....
Emilio : [shaking his head] No... but it doesn’t look good. He could... any minute now.
All : Oh God/Oh No/Oh Chandler
Chandler : [shaking his head] No.... no no no... it’s not true. He’s fine... it’s a trick... it’s all his sick way of trying to get me to forgive him....
Emilio : [grabs Chandlers hands and forces him to look at him.
He opens his shirt and Chandler stops his rambling as he sees the blood
caked on Emilio’s formerly pristine whie shirt. Behind him Monica
gasps.] This is *his* blood... you can take my word for it, or see
for yourself... Regardless, I am going to go back to the hospital with
the man I *love* and.... [ his eyes tear up again] hold his hand and pray
that he’ll make it through the night.
{Scene 6 : The Hospital}
[Emilio is pacing back and forth, his hand to his mouth. Chandler is sitting on a chair, Monica holding onto him. Joey, Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe are all sitting behind them, their hands on Chandler’s shoulders. Emilio has explained to them that the cab they had taken back to the hotel had gotten into a wreck and thrown Marty out the door on impact... amazingly he remained unscathed... he had been wearing a seatbelt]
Chandler : [scared] You guys, what am I gonna do if... if he... if he dies?
Rachel : [sobs] Honey, don’t think like that...
Chandler : [stares blankly at the wall in front of him] Why not? [laughs, but it’s more of a covered up sob] I would deserve it... God, the way I treated him...
Monica : [crying silently] No, no honey. Don’t do that. You don’t deserve this.. he doesn’t deserve this... this isn’t something you deserve... it’s something that happens.
[The group goes quiet as Nora Bing walks into the emergency room. Chandler stands and walks to her. They hug without saying a word.]
Nora : Oh, honey, I’m sorry.
Chandler : I was so horrible to him... I was so angry at him... I yelled at him...
Nora : [leans back and smiles sadly, wiping away a piece of wayward hair] Oh honey, it’ll be allright. It’ll be fine...
Chandler : [shakes his head] But what if it’s not, Mom...
[They are intterupted as a doctor walked in the room]
Doctor : Family of Mr. Bing?
Chandler, Nora, and Emilio : Yes/What is it?/Is he gonna be allright?
Doctor : [consulting his chart] It’s really too soon to say, but he is in stable condition. We were able to stop the internal bleeding.
Chandler : Can we... can we see him?
Doctor : [eying the three of them] Only for a short period of time, and one at a time.
[Chandler looks at Emilio]
Emilio : [nodding] He’d wanna see you.
Chandler : [walking over to Emilio] Thank you. [he almost cries but swallows it away. He hugs him suddenly.] I’m sorry for how horrible I was to you Emilio.
Emilio : [half-hearted smile] I know. Go on kid.
{Scene 7 : Marty Bings Hospital Room}
[Chandler has entered but is unable to walk past the door at first. Taking a few deep breaths, he is able to force himself to walk to the bed and sit beside his father.]
Chandler : [taking Marty’s hand] Dad... [he croaks, bending his head] Dad I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.... I’ve just been so angry for so long and I... I never dealt with it... You... you made me feel like I was some accident you had... like I was some problem you wanted to deal with and get out of the way... but... but I guess I could have tried too... I guess I could have tried to find you too instead of hating you for never coming to me.... [he slowly takes his hand and allows the tears to fall down] I guess... I guess what I’m saying is... Dad... Dad you can’t die on me here... I love you, I always have. [he bends his head over and touches his forehead to his dad’s hands.] don’t you die on me now....
Marty :[unbeknownst to Chandler, he had opened his eyes.] I love you too son [he whispers]
Chandler : [head popping up quickly.] Dad?! Dad?!
Marty : [managing a slow smile.] I’m not that easy to kill ya know.
Chandler :[ laughs tearfully] Good... I was... I was afraid we’d never get to finish this fight.
Marty : [squeezing his hand.] There’s nothing I want more than to fight with you. [Chandler smiles] But now... now you have to let me rest... no fair you being well and me being bed ridden... gotta have all my strength back to fight with you... [his smile widens] and to see my son get married to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever know in real life.
Chandler : [laughing out of releif] I thought you were into guys?
Marty : [barely audible] Son, just because I enjoy wool doesn’t mean I can’t admire the fleece.
{ending credits}
{Scene 8 : Central Perk}
[sitting same way as in beginning... Chandler is sitting on the couch, his left arm around Monica’s knees, who is sitting on the arm of the couch. Phoebe is sitting next to him, Rachel next to her. Joey and Ross are sitting at the table]
Phoebe : So, Chandler, how’s Marty?
Chandler : [smiling] Fine... he’s doing good. They moved him outta ICU and into a private room.
Joey : [smiling widely] Niiiice..... [ all look at him strangely] Well, I mean, if you have to be in a hospital, might as well be a private room.
[All shake their heads]
Ross : So... he’s gonna be okay then?
Chandler : [nods] That’s what Dr. Stefone says.
Rachel : [running a hand through her hair] So... how are you feeling about it honey? You still... you still mad now that he’s okay?
Chandler : [shrugs] Well, I mean, ya can’t just make all the pain go away... but now... now at least I think I’m ready to deal with it.
Phoebe : [nods, smugly] I already knew that.
Chandler : [smiling] Did you Phoebs?
Phoebe : Yuh-huh
Monica : [skeptically] And how is that?
Phoebe : [looking at Monica annoyed.] I already told you.... it’s just a gift I have.... Doi.
Chandler : [laughing now, pulls on Phoebe’s hair] Well, that’s some gift you’ve got Phoebs.
Phoebe : [air kissing Chandler] Only works on the men I love. [giggles untils he sees Monica’s glare.] Ohhhh... oh, strictly platonic... I swear. [Waits till Monica looks at Ross and blows Chandler a kiss, who silently catches it and puts it to his heart, genuinely touched, smiling.]