Samantha
talks to the family butler about the relationship she had with her
Mother, while waiting for her Mother’s final moments to expire.

Samantha
Jones:
We never got along; she was always bitter towards me; I was the
apple of my father’s eye; she loathed his love for me…

So
often I’ve tried, to, hold her hand, to, be her friend. She always
left me out to dry. Despite the old prune she had become; well, I
say become with the hope that she was something beautiful prior;
something pure and vibrant—I blame myself…I used to blame myself,
that is…

One
time I saw a spark in her eye, it was the only time I have ever seen
it. We were out at Westminster Park—no, no…I’m going to
refrain from speaking of it, I’m going to keep that one for myself.
(beat) The point of it, of what I’m saying is that I wish the
light in her never went out—spent my life in search of it. I’ve
never truly understood.

(beat
– she turns away from window)

Well
now, here we are…waiting…

(she
cries)

(gets
herself together)

So,
I would much rather prefer if I went in first, as I am sure my face
would not be the last thing she wishes to see while she makes her
exit.

(clears
her throat)

I’ll
go first Arthur. I–will—only—take a minute and then…then…you
can come in and see her off for good…she would like that…she
would like you to be—she’s always liked your face–haha!–she
has always talked about how gentle and friendly your face is, “So
welcoming, warm and welcoming” she used to say. Ha! You are–You
DO! Kind man. You are a kind hearted man, Arthur. Thank you for
being here and for—you are appreciated, sir.

(clears
throat)

Okay,
okay, I’m ready now. (like a question) Walk me to the door. Thank
you.