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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 10
Episode 10 Michael Hardy & The Medevac Mystery
April 20, 2004 In Michael’s hospital room, he is on the phone talking to Marcie. Michael: Paul Cramer just went into Dr. Long's office again. Relax, Marcie. I'm being careful, ok? The problem is I can't hear what they're saying and I can't see well enough to read their lips. You know what? Make sure you bring me my binoculars, ok? And my digital camera, please. Later, Eve is visiting Michael. Eve: Marcie said she'd call as soon as she saw her dad this morning. Michael: Did she say what was wrong with him? Eve: No, just because he's in the hospital, but it's not serious. I guess he was having a lot of dizziness and they got worried. She and her brother, Ron, drove back to jersey last night, but she wanted you to have these. Michael: Oh. Great. Um, did she -- Eve: Yes. She said you wanted your digital camera? Michael: Yes. Eve: Why in the world would you want that while you're in the hospital? Michael: Something to goof around with. Eve: Uh-huh. And she also said you wanted these. Hands him the binoculars. Michael: Yes. Eve: Now are you going to tell me what is going on here? Michael: Well, I'm going to be laid up here a little while, mom, so I thought I'd do some bird watching. Eve: Oh, right. Michael: Well, it -- Eve: Well, if you're not going to tell me, you're not going to tell, but please tell how you broke your leg. Michael: It was a really stupid, sort of bonehead thing. I was showing Marcie this move from a kung fu movie that I saw, sort of this, like, 360, backwards helicopter kick, and I didn't pull it off right. Eve: Uh-huh. And why did she tell me that you were walking along the top of a stone bench in the courtyard and fell? Michael: Well, because in the movie, the guy was on a -- on a ledge. Johnny! How you doing? John: How am I doing? I tell you what, Michael, I'll be feeling a hell of a lot better when you tell me how you really broke your leg. And while you're at it, why don't you explain to me why you felt the need to lie about it.
Meanwhile, Paul takes a file from a nurse that contains information about Adriana’s DNA test. Sofia: I could lose my job for this, you know. Paul: Relax. Nobody's going to get in trouble. Oh, yes. You know, you are a lifesaver. And you are so hot. So hot. Paul kisses her on the cheek. Dr. Long walks up. Sofia rushes away. Dr. Long: Paul? I need to see you, now, in my office.
Meanwhile, back in Michael’s room. Eve: You what? Michael: Mom -- Eve: You broke into the office of the chief of staff? Michael: I didn't break in. It was unlocked. John: What the hell made you want to do that? Michael: He's up to something, John, I know it. John: Like what? Michael: Well, I don't know what, ok, but I know it's not right and I'm going to find out what it is. John: You know what's not right, Michael? You broke into an administrator's office. That's not right. Michael: I was only going to be in there a minute. Eve: And then you walk out on the ledge, which was three stories high, and fall and practically break your neck? Michael: Mom, my neck is up here. This is my leg. Eve: Oh, Michael, what is wrong with you? John: This Dr. Long the one you told me about at the station, the one that doesn't like you? Michael: Yeah, john, he's the guy that doesn't like me. That doesn't have anything to do with this. He's up to something and I know it, and I'm going to prove it. John: Ok, you got any proof? You got anything? Michael: What do you think I was doing in his office? John: Michael, who else knows about this? Michael: You, Marcie, mom. John: Marcie? You might as well have told the paper. This is stupid. You know this is stupid. John’s pager beeps. John: You do something like this again, I'm going to throw you in jail. All right, I got to go. Eve: Bye, honey. John: See you later. Eve: Ok. John: You know what? I'm almost glad this happened to you. It'll keep you out of trouble for a while. Feel better. Michael: Yeah, thanks for stopping by, Johnny. Always a pleasure. John leaves. Michael: Ma, could you slide me a little closer to the window? Eve: Why? Michael: I'm going to do a little bird watching. Eve: Ah. Have you heard a word your brother just said?
Later, Michael is sitting in bed, watching Dr. Long in his office. Michael: Damn it! There's no way I can see what number he's dialing from here. Paul strolls into the room. Paul: Hey, Michael. Michael: Hey there. Paul: How's it going? Michael: Oh, it's, uh -- it's good. Real good.
Paul: Man, you must be going stir-crazy in here. I mean, you're a pretty active guy, right? Michael: Yeah. It's not like I've got much of a choice, you know? Paul: Yeah. I can see that. How long you going to be laid up for? Michael: I'm not sure. Hopefully not so long that I'll lose my position. I mean, I'm missing my pediatric rounds as it is. Dr. Long might drop me from the program. Paul: What, because you broke your leg? Michael: Well, yeah, that, and because he's an uptight jerk. Paul: Yeah. Yeah, he is. You know, he's under the gun a lot. It's got to be a tough job being chief of staff. Michael: Oh, no doubt. No doubt. So you work with this guy a lot? Paul: I do now. I mean, after Dr. Carter resigned, Dr. Long ended up taking over the medevac units. So, yeah, you're right, he's a very uptight guy. Michael: Yeah. Paul: But you don't want to tick him off. Michael: How would I do that? Paul: Well, by doing something that would make him even more uptight. You know, Dr. Long is a very powerful guy. He can break people. In fact, I think he kind of enjoys it. Anyway, you know what, take care of yourself. Michael: Yeah. Hey, listen, not that I mind the company, but, I mean, we really don't know each other. So what's up with the visit? Paul: You seem like a pretty cool guy. You checked out my Aunt Betsy's death for me. I figured nothing wrong with keeping a good guy by your side. Anyway, I will see you later. Paul leaves and runs into Dorian in the hallway.
Dorian: Surprised? Paul: I got to admit, you're pretty good. You got the results switched, and that's not easy to do. Dorian: Adriana is my daughter, Paul. You'd better get used to it. You're out of your league. Against me, you're always going to lose. Dr. Long appears and sees Paul. He summons him. Dr. Long: Paul? Paul: Don't count me out, Aunt Dorian, ever.
In Michael’s room, he is talking on the phone. Michael: So how's your dad? Is he ok? It's not serious, though, is it? Oh, yeah. Those test could take days. There's nothing you can do about it. So your favorite invalid has been watching Dr. Long's office all day. Yeah, not much going on. This guy has a real temper. Definitely stressed out. Wait a second. Dr. Long just came back into his office with Paul Cramer. I -- I got to go. Paul and Long talk in his office. Paul looks out of the window. He closes the blinds. Michael: No, no, don't -- do that.
April 22, 2004 (Thursday) Michael is sitting up in bed in his hospital room looking through his binoculars at Dr. Long’s office. He is talking on the phone to Marcie. Michael: Dr. Long is taking a lot of cash out of his desk again, just like he did the other day when Paul Cramer shut the curtains on me. Marcie, why would the chief of staff have so much cash in his office? Will you relax? I am being very careful, ok? There's no way I’m going to get caught. Relax. Suddenly a pillowcase is pulled over his head. Michael: What the – Michael removes the pillowcase and sees Jen and Shannon watching him with big smiles on their faces. Michael: Marcie put you up to this? Jen: You see how easy it is to get caught? Shannon: What if the doctor sees you and sends in his goons? I mean, you can't move. They can stick needles in you, watch you die, sneak your body out in a laundry cart. Michael: What movie did you see that in? Jen: Seriously, Michael, Marcie is really worried you're going to lose your position here. Michael: Marcie using scare tactics -- not funny, people. Jen: Well, it worked, didn't it? Shannon grabs the binoculars. Michael: Hey, hey, give me that. What are you doing? You can't take that. That's my only form of entertainment. Shannon: So what is so interesting over there? I mean, did someone murder their wife and stick her body in a trunk? Michael: It's hospital stuff, Shannon. You wouldn't be interested. What have you got in the bag? Shannon: Aunt Eve's cookies. Michael: Oh, no way. Jen: Guess who made them? Michael: Get out. Shannon: If you tell anybody, I'll never, ever make you anything else. Michael: Oh, but now I know I can -- oh, bribe you for superior baked goods. Jen: Or threaten to tell River Carpenter that she's a baker. Michael: The reverend's son? Jen: Mm-hmm. Michael: I thought he had a girlfriend. Shannon: Just wait till the next time you're with Riley. Jen: Riley and I are just friends. Shannon: Well, why can't River and I just be friends?
Dorian is standing in the hall with a number of files in hand. Long approaches her. Dr. Long: May I? Dorian: Yes, of course. Those are deceased patients who bequeathed money to the hospital. Dr. Long: Didn't administration request these files this morning? Dorian: Yes, they did, but I didn't think they needed them urgently. I'm going to contact the executors. Dr. Long: Hmm, you're much too valuable for that. I'll get an assistant to take care of it. Dorian: Um -- but – Paul walks up. Dr. Long: Paul, come with me, please. Paul and Long leave. Dorian slips into Michael’s room. Dorian: Hi, doc, how you feeling? Michael: Oh, I'm bored out of my mind. I'd be a lot better if you'd grab me that pair of binoculars and that camera over there. Dorian: Sure. Nice view of Dr. Long's office. Michael: Really? I hadn't noticed. Dorian: Really? What are you using the binoculars for? Bird watching? You know, I ran into the good doctor in the hallway. He snatched these files out of my hand. Michael: What files? Dorian: Wealthy patients recently deceased. Michael: He's back in his office. Is Cramer with him? Because he's been with him a lot, lately. Dorian: Yeah. Boy, I sure hope Kelly hasn't gotten too close to her newly found half brother.
Michael: I mentioned to Dr. Long that I had seen him on the roof with the medevac -- Dorian: I bet he lied, right? Michael: Exactly. Dorian: He said it wasn't him? Michael: Exactly. But I know what I saw, see? Dorian: So, what's your theory about what's going on? Michael: I don't know. I'm not -- I’m not sure. Whatever it is, Paul Cramer’s definitely involved. Dorian: Hmm. I'll keep an eye him. You'll keep me posted on your observations, ok? Michael: Absolutely. Hey, listen, if I should suddenly disappear -- Dorian: Don't even go there. Michael: Just let the cops know who's responsible. Dorian: Of course I will. You take care. Dorian leaves Michael’s room and once again runs into Paul. Dorian: Why, Paul, hello. Paul: Aunt Dorian. You know, don't think you got away with anything because I will prove you faked that blood test. Dorian: You know, if you choose to pursue foolish, worthwhile endeavors, that's totally your prerogative. But Aunt Betsy’s money is rightfully Adriana’s. Paul: Oh. But you're her mother, so that makes you in control, right? Dorian: If you are in such desperate need of money, why don't you seek out some worthwhile endeavor suitable to a clever young man like yourself. But, you know, Paul, everything in life is not about money.
Later, Michael is sitting in bed, talking on the phone to Marcie. Michael: I love you, sweetie. Bye. Michael: Ok, Dr. Long -- what are you up to?
At the student union, Jen and Shannon talk. Jen: I think I only have time for coffee. I'm meeting River here any minute. Shannon: Well, you didn't tell me River was coming. So I guess I’ll stick around. Jen: I knew I shouldn't have mentioned that. What happened to "we're friends"? Shannon: Well, did I say anything different? Rex walks up to them. Jen: Listen, take it from me. You mess with another woman's man, she'll be your enemy long after you've forgotten about the guy. Rex: Ahem. Talk to you a minute? Jen: No. Rex: It's just business. I swear. Jen: Do you mind? Shannon: No. I'll just go ahead and keep River company. Jen: Make it quick. Rex: I want your help on a project -- and I'll pay you. Jen: What is it? Rex: A documentary for the opening of my new restaurant. I was thinking you could shoot the renovation process, and I could use some of the footage to help promote the place. It'd be strictly professional. Jen: I don't want anything to do with you -- professionally, personally, or any other way, ok? Pass that on to my mother.
April 26, 2004 (Monday) Michael is sitting up in bed, talking to Marcie on the phone. He sighs. He has the camera on his lap. Shannon walks into the room. Michael: Yeah -- Marcie, yes. I'm taking it easy, ok? I mean, what else can I do with my leg all busted up? The binoculars? They're -- they're on my desk -- uh -- gathering dust. What, don't you trust me? Shannon: You are so bad. Michael: Shut up! Shannon: You're bad. Shannon grabs the camera. Michael: What -- will you give -- ow! Give me those back! Shannon: Oh, come and get it, gimpy! Michael: Oh! Yeah. It's just Shannon messing with me. Marcie says that you should take the camera away from me -- ow, ow! What are you doing? She already has the camera. You know, she's my cousin, ok? She's supposed to be on my side. Yes. Yes, I love you. Bye. Michael hangs up. Shannon: Oh, she's still giving you a hard time about the surveillance? Michael: Yeah. Hey, stop pressing the buttons, ok? If you run out those batteries, I'm done. Shannon: You know what? Michael: None of you people are going to get me a new one anyway. Shannon: I will. I've changed my mind. I think playing super spy might be kind of cool. Michael: Really? Well, I'm very happy to hear you say that because if I'm going to keep my promise to Marcie -- Shannon: You just lied to her. Michael: No, no, not technically because I'm not going to be doing any spying. You are.
Later, Shannon and Michael are putting a plan together. Michael: Paul Cramer’s a medevac pilot. There's no reason for him to be in the Chief of Staff's office two and three times a day, especially in the middle of the night. Shannon: Tell John. I mean if the guy's a crook, he'll find out. Michael: I don't have any proof. That's how I broke my leg -- trying to get some proof. Shannon: You said you fell accidentally. Michael: Yeah, accidentally out of Dr. Long's window. Shannon: No wonder Marcie’s so upset. Impressive, Michael. And here I thought you were just a big klutz. Michael: You know, I think the best thing to do would be to catch him in the act. Shannon: In the act of what? Michael: Well, I'm not exactly sure. You see I know he's selling something, you know. It could be drugs or organs maybe or stem cells -- God knows. Shannon: Man, that's so major. Ok, so what do I do? Michael: You see that window across the courtyard, third one from the right? That's Dr. Long's office. Shannon: It's dark. Michael: He hasn't been around for a couple of hours. I got a hunch he's up on the roof. Shannon: Well, what's he doing up there? Michael: That's where you come in. And I want you to take that camera, ok? I want you to go across the street to the Angel Square Hotel, go inside, go up to the roof. Anybody asks you what you're doing or where you're going, you tell them you're going to my room, ok? Shannon: Ok. Then what? Michael: Well, when you get there, on the roof there's -- there's a place on the roof where you have a perfect view of the helipad. Now, Dr. Long has no reason to be up there right now, so if you see him or anything that looks remotely, remotely suspicious, I want you to take pictures, as many pictures as you can, ok? Shannon: Ok. I'm on it, cuz. Michael: Right on. Shannon: This is going to be fun. Michael: Yes! Shannon leaves. John strolls into Michael’s room. John: Hey, bro. Michael: Hey. What brings you by here, Johnny? John: Oh, I -- I can't check in on my little brother? Michael: Uh -- do you mean check up on your little brother? John: Well, mom thinks you might still be spying on your boss. Michael: Oh, no, I'm over that, man. For me, it's nothing but mystery novels. Mystery novels and me. Yes, sir. John: Uh-huh. Well, for her sake, I'm going to need your word that you're going to drop this crazy theory of yours.
Meanwhile, up on the roof, Natalie and Paul are just getting back from a whirlwind trip to Newark. Paul: Watch your step. Yeah, I'm hungry. How about you? You want to get a Rodi’s burger? Natalie: Oh, hold -- hold on there, ok? First of all, it was too loud on the way to Newark, so we couldn't talk, and then when we got there, you were too busy and we couldn't talk, and on the way back, it was too loud, so I want some answers. Paul: About what? Natalie: Ok -- what was going on with that Dr. Long? I mean, you know, I understand that I had to hide and he couldn't see me, but -- Paul: Yeah, so I don't lose my job. Natalie: Right. But what was the deal with that cooler thing? Paul: I don't know. Hospital-to-hospital transport -- I mean, sometimes it's people, sometimes it's other things. Natalie: So how come you can't tell me what's in it now? Paul: It was medical supplies, probably. I -- Natalie: Ok, so what kind of medical supplies would have to be transported cold? Paul: Well, lots of things -- blood, for one. I mean it's not that big a deal. Natalie: You being straight with me? Paul: Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
Michael: I swear, John, I'm done spying on Dr. Long. Look, I couldn't even if I wanted to. John: Hmm. So you're done. Maybe just taking up bird watching. Michael: Well, I have always wanted to see a North American Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker, John. John: Where's the camera? Michael: What camera? John: Your camera. Mom told me she brought your digital camera down here. Michael: Oh, ratted out by my own mother. John: Michael, anybody finds out about this, you could lose your job. Michael: John, this has nothing to do with that, ok? John: Hey, look, this guy -- he's the Chief of Staff, right? I'm not even in the business and I know he holds your career in his hands. Don't mess this up. Michael: I know that you are looking out for me, John. I do. John: Michael, you always wanted to be a doctor -- don't blow it. You think there's a crime going on? All right. Get me involved. Michael: Ok. John: I want your word. Michael: Ok. You have my word, John, ok? I swear I am not going to spy on Dr. Long anymore. I don't even have the camera anymore -- I swear. On pop's grave, I swear. John: Ok.
Paul: Why don't we forget about Dr. Long's mysterious boxes, huh? I mean, I swear I wasn't robbing banks. And I'm not scraping people off of freeways. I transport stuff to different hospitals. That's what I do. Natalie: Ok. Paul: You know you are way too serious. Why don't we think about where we are for a minute, huh? Natalie: Ok. Where are we? Paul: Well, we're on a rooftop, it's an April night, the moon, it's a warm breeze. You look up and you see the stars. You look around and there's nobody here. Why don't we live in the moment? No pain, no worries. Natalie: I'd like that. Paul: I have some blankets in the back. What do you say we make camp and then we'll see what happens? Natalie: Oh, well, what about your hunger pains for a Rodi’s burger? Paul: Burgers later, you and me now. Natalie and Paul kiss. Shannon who has been watching them takes pictures.
Dr. Long barrels onto the roof. Dr. Long: What the hell's going on? What's this girl doing up here? I'm sorry, young lady, but this area is strictly off-limits to anyone but hospital staff and flight crews. I just came up to see if we had our chopper back. I'm afraid you'll have to leave. Natalie: No problem. Paul was just -- showing me the view. See you later, Paul? Paul: You can count on it. Natalie leaves. Dr. Long: Are you actually this stupid? Paul: Dr. Long, I -- Dr. Long: How dare you bring her up her Paul: You know what? She's kind of my girlfriend. I was just trying to impress her, and -- Dr. Long: You're fired. Paul: What? Dr. Long: You heard me. One thing I cannot abide is carelessness. Paul: Dr. Long, are you sure you don't want to think about this? Dr. Long: You're done, through. And clean out your locker and leave the premises immediately.
Meanwhile, back in Michael’s room, John and Michael continue their conversation. Michael: You know, I’m really happy that you and me are hanging out again. John: Yeah, me, too. Michael: I like talking to you. You know, it -- I think it helps. John: It's a long time coming. Shannon bursts into the room. Shannon: You are never going to believe these pictures I got. Michael: Shh! John: Maybe I can have a look at them. Shannon: Um -- well, Michael just let me use this to – John takes the camera. John: Shannon -- it's done, all right? Don't even try, all right? You can go now. Shannon: Ok, but if you're -- Michael: Shannon -- John: Don't let the door hit you on the way out. This is between the brothers. Michael: It's ok. Shannon: I'm sorry. Michael: It's ok. Shannon leaves. John: You lying slug. You lied on your dad's grave. Michael: No, no. See, I didn't actually lie, because I didn't have the camera. I really did give it to Shannon. John: Oh, you gave it to Shannon? Michael: Yeah. John: Hey! You know, if this medical thing doesn't work out for you, you could be a lawyer. Michael: Look at the pictures, John. John: You're not getting this back, Michael. Michael: Will you just look at the pictures? Is it Dr. Long? John: With Cramer, yeah. Looks like they're -- looks like they're having some kind of argument. Michael: Ah! I told you! I told you -- ow. John: Hmm. Michael: Told you. John: Yeah, you told me. Drop this, Michael. It's not kids' stuff.
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