"I can't do this, Frasier." Sam hung his head down and started to count the tiles on the floor. Anything was better than having this conversation.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't do this…this whatever you're asking of me. You've got the wrong guy."

"You're Sam Malone, aren't you?"

"Yes… but what you're asking is for me to be someone other than I'm not. I'm not the warm supportive boyfriend that Diane needs. I'm a jerk, plain and simple."

"It's obvious you care about Diane or else you wouldn't be crying at this moment," Frasier smiled warmly.

"I'm not crying, I have dirt in my eyes. And besides we both know I'm not what Diane needs. She needs someone who can put her first. In all our years together I never once put her first. And she probably hates me, and she has every right to."

"What do you mean, she hates you? Sam, I have spent countless hours with Diane and I can reassure you, she does not hate you. If anything…"


"Never mind. What I'm trying to do is to piece together the information of your last interaction so that I can have a starting point for her healing. Can you help me, Sam? For Diane's sake…and for your own?"

Sam sighed as he wiped his eyes. He hated this. He hated everything at the moment. He hated Frasier and what Diane was going through and he hated everything he had ever said to Diane in the heat of the moment. Yes, this was definitely his fault.

"I hope you know I'm not here to judge you. Who hasn't gotten angry and said things we've regretted? I know I have, if that helps. I just want to see Diane get well, and she needs you. She needs you, Sam? Would it help…"

"Would it help what?"

"Would it help if you talked to her for a minute? If I can use your phone I can dial the hospital where she is at.."

Sam didn't know if he could do this, but he knew he had to try. "Sure, if you think it will help."

Frasier smiled. "Trust me, Sam. But there needs to be some guidelines for this call…"

"Sure anything you say."

"There can be no discussion of the past. Anything that you may have said to her is irrevleant.."

"You just said it would help you if you knew what I'd said!" Sam protested.

"It would help me to help Diane. But she doesn't want to hear about the past, trust me. She needs a familiar and warm voice, and after spending the last half hour with you I can say that it is obvious she means a great deal to you. Now you cannot stay on the phone forever, just a small, simple, hello will do. Can you handle that?" Frasier asked.

"Yes, of course. Let me talk to her."

So Frasier dialed the phone, and after a few minutes he handed it to Sam.


"Hello, this is Diane Chambers."

"Hi. It's me."

After a long awkward pause, Sam spoke up again. "How are you, Diane? "

"Oh, I am just fine. The weather here is nice and I've met some interesting people. You know, the most curious thing happened to me the other day? I was at recreation and some young fellow asked me out. Can you believe that? Imagine.."

"No, Diane. I mean, how are you?"

"Do you care?"

"I care…I care a lot. I want what's best for you, Diane. I want you to be happy. I know that I made you…" he looked over and saw Frasier shaking his head.

"I care, Diane. If there is anything you need just let me know."

"I don't want your pity, Sam. I can stand anything from you but pity."

"I don't pity you. Trust me you're not the kind of gal who earns pity. You earn respect and honesty and, well, I guess I haven't given you what you needed in the past, now have I?" Sam laughed bitterly. "But tell me what you need, because I will be there for you."

"I don't need anything from you, Sam. You and I had our time, and we left things how they should be. Let's just let everything stay in the past. I' m fine and I've moved on…"

Even Sam was aware enough to know that she was lying. "Diane… I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what happened between us, and you know how I feel about you. You know I love you…"

"Stop it!" Diane screamed. "Stop it. The Sam Malone I know would never say that, unless there was something in it for him. There is nothing left between us, and I want it that way. Don't you dare patronize me."

Frasier took the phone, and after pacifying Diane, he hung up and looked at Sam. "Why did you say that? Why did you tell Diane that you love her?"

"I don't know. It just felt like the right thing to say."

"Do you always do that? Do you always give in to your feelings so easily?"

"Ha! Not me. It just seemed like Diane was feeling bad so I thought I would take her mind off of things. I guess that backfired, didn't it?"

"Now would be an appropriate time to talk about what has happened."

"I'm not telling you, Frasier. Not unless…"

"Not unless what?

"Not unless you take me to see Diane. I have to see her. Please, I know I've blown it with her but I have to do what's right by her."

"I don't know that that's such a good idea, Sam," Frasier frowned.

"Please, just take me to see her, and then I'll tell you anything you need to know. You have my word."

As Sam held out his hand, Frasier thought about it for a minute, then accepted it. One way or the other, Diane would have to get past Sam. Maybe this visit would provide just the breakthrough that she needed. Against his better judgement, Frasier agreed to take Sam to Diane, where for once and for all, their relationship could be resolved. Or at least he hoped it would.