Carmen:
[At her house, sitting at a table across from Tibby. Awkwardly, shifting in her chair, Carmen speaks into the phone]
Um... I just... I wan - .
Al:
[At his house, Al walks from the dining room where Lydia and the kids eat dinner, to a small den and speaks to Carmen at a whisper]
I-It's alright. You don't - you don't have to apologize, sweetheart. You were... upset, I know.
Carmen:
Um... no dad. You don't know. That's just it, you've never known. Because I've never been able to tell you.
Al:
T-Tell me what?
Carmen:
That I'm angry with you, Dad!
[She stands and walks across the room and begins to pace]
Carmen:
This entire thing about you, and Lydia, and... and the kids!
Al:
It's my fault.
[He sits at a small table]
Al:
I, I should have told you about them before... and I'm - I'm sorry.
Carmen:
Yeah, you should have warned me, but it's more than that. It's, it's the fact that you've found yourself this new family and I feel like some outsider that doesn't even belong to you anymore.
[Carmen begins to cry, softly]
Carmen:
It's like you traded me and mom in for something that you thought was better. And I wanna know why. Are you ashamed of me? Are you embarrassed?
[Cut to Al, listening to Carmen through the phone]
Carmen:
Just tell me, Dad. What did I do wrong?
[Back to Carmen, crying much harder now]
Carmen:
Why did you leave? Why did you have to go? And then tell me that we were gonna be closer but that never happened! And why does Paul visit his alcoholic dad every month, but you only visit me twice a year? And I know you... you just seem so happy about being Paul and Chris's dad, but you never even had the time to be mine.
Al:
[Cuts to Al, still sitting. Very quietly]
I'm sorry. I... I'm so sorry...
Carmen:
[Back to Carmen]
I wish that were enough, Dad.
[Hangs up]
