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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 12
Episode 12 A Hairpin Turn & The Heart of the Matter
May 3, 2004 (Monday) In his hospital room, Michael is looking through the binoculars at Long’s office. Dorian comes in and touches him on the shoulder. She startles him. Michael: Oh! For Pete sakes, Dorian, could you please knock? Dorian: Ok, calm down. Now, what's Dr. Long up to? Michael: Nothing. Did you have any luck finding those files? Dorian: Well, if you ask me to get something done, I get it done. However, I went way out on a limb to get these for you. So if anybody finds out, ok, we don't even know each other. Understood? Michael: Yes. Dorian: Good.
Jen & Marcie stroll into the diner. Riley is sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee. Marcie has on a long blonde wig and Jen has on a short red wig. They stroll over to Riley and saddle in close. Jen: Oh, my god, it's Riley Colson! He's a rock star! Marcie: Hey there, handsome. Let me introduce myself. I'm Jen Rappaport, the hottest babe on campus. Jen: And I'm Marcie Walsh, the smartest babe on campus. Have you fantasized about a threesome? Riley: I am so confused.
Jen, Marcie & Riley are sitting in a booth at the diner. Marcie: So, we decided to repaint every room in the house pink. It's our signature color. Jen: Except for the two dungeon rooms -- they're black, of course. Riley: Get out! Marcie: No, seriously. I decided that it was time to redo the whole house. It needed a whole new look. Riley: Yeah, but it's Jen's house, and -- Jen: She's Jen, remember? Marcie: Hello. Jen: Yeah, one thing led to another and we decided we needed a new look. What do you think? Riley: Well, it's definitely -- so where did you get the wigs? Marcie: We got them at Foxy Roxy's, $29.95. And we got tattoos at design magic. Riley: No -- what? Where did you get -- what tattoos? Jen: Places you'll never see. Marcie: Unless you're very, very lucky. Riley: What is happening?
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Michael & Dorian are still talking in his hospital room. Dorian: Has my nephew Paul been in to see Dr. Long today? Michael: Not that I know of. Dorian: Long is talking on the phone. He doesn't seem too happy. Michael: Oh, he doesn't seem happy a lot. You know, I really wish we could bug his office. Dorian: Easier said than done. Michael: Wow. Hey, come check this out. Michael: Ok, you see the time of death? Dorian: Right? Michael: Ok. Now, look at these four patients, ok? Dorian: Mm-hmm. Michael: Now, check out when the Medevac chopper left on five different flights. Dorian: Ooh. Always an hour after the time of death, and always piloted by my nephew Paul. Michael: Paul's a busy boy when people die. Dorian: And they all landed at the same hospital in Newark. Michael: Something is definitely going on. You know what, though? We need some proof. We can't just keep guessing on this thing. Dorian: Right, right. Michael: Get these back to wherever it is you found them, you know? Dorian: I'd better because I practically had to steal them to get them for you. Michael: But long has left his office. Dorian: Wow. We really do have to make some kind of a plan. Dr. Long: What are you doing with these? Dorian: I -- Dr. Long: Charts, death certificates? May I ask what these have to do with community relations?
Back a the diner, Marcie, Jen & Riley continue their conversation. Riley: I don't care what you two say. I won't believe it until I see it. Marcie: Why? You have tattoos. Why shouldn't we? Jen: Yeah, is it just a guy thing? Riley: Point made. No, but -- Marcie: Hey, Marcie, I think I should go and show Michael my new look. What do you think? Jen: He'll love it, Jen. Riley: Hey, how is he? Marcie: He's doing good -- pretty good, considering I tied him to the hospital bed. Marcie laughs. Jen: Doesn't he get out soon? Marcie: Yeah, pretty soon. I really don't know what I'm going to do about it, though. I promised him that I would take care of him, but he doesn't know where to stay. He can't exactly walk up to his hotel room. Jen: Well, why don't you just have him stay in the bedroom across from yours? We can just move that junk into the attic. Marcie: Oh, get out, Michael can stay with us? Jen: Well, you are Jen, so it's technically your house. Marcie: (laughs) That's right, I am Jen. Oh, he is going to be so excited! I'm going to go tell him right now. Riley: Well, don't scare him to death with that new look. They all laugh. Marcie: Oh, very funny. See you later! Jen: Bye. Marcie leaves. Riley: So, did you really get a tattoo?
Long takes some files out of Dorian’s hands in the hallway. Dr. Long: Mrs. Simpson, yes, a heart patient. Dorian: Right. Dr. Long: Mr. Johansen -- Dorian: When I call the families of these deceased patients, I naturally express the heartfelt condolences of the hospital, I'm very compassionate, but I mention that they were very supportive of the hospital in the past and legacies, etc. And then I ask them to make a contribution. It's nothing overt. Dr. Long: Sounds like a good tactic. Don't let me keep you. Dorian: Yes. Thank you, Dr. Long.
In Michael’s hospital room, he is sitting up in bed studying the files. Michael: Five deaths, five chopper flights, all within an hour of each other. Marcie walks in wearing the blonde wig. Michael notices her. She laughs and poses for him. Michael: Wow! Marcie: Like it? Michael: I would like you in anything, but -- wow! Hey, if you were trying to cheer me up, girl, it is working. What is this all about? Marcie: Oh, me and Jen were being all girlie and we got a little bit out of hand, so -- how do you like me as a blond, huh? Michael: I would like you as an old gray woman. Marcie: (laughs) You're way too easy. Michael: For you, definitely. Marcie: Hey, listen, I have really, really good news. Michael: What, you found a magical way for me to scratch my knee? Marcie: I doubt that, but you're going to move in with me and Jen. Michael: Really? Marcie: Yeah! Michael: Well -- I mean, is there enough space? Marcie: Michael -- Michael: Yeah, is there enough space? Of course there's enough space. She's ok with this? Marcie: Yeah, she was the one who had the idea. Come on, come on, I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to take care of every one of your little needs. Is it true gentlemen prefer blonds, huh? Michael: I don't know. Why don't you go find a gentleman and ask him? Marcie giggles. Marcie: (picks up the files) Hmm. You've been spying without me? Michael: Yeah. And, baby, I'm on top of something huge.
Marcie: So, Jen and I are going to clean out the room right across the hall from mine, so you're going to be on the ground floor. Everything's just going to be perfect. Michael: So, when I call "Marcie," you going to come running? Marcie: Yes. I'm going to spoil you to pieces! Michael: Oh. "Marcie, I need a kiss! Marcie, I didn't get my back rub today!" Marcie laughs. Michael: "Marcie --" Marcie: All right, don't push your luck, McBain. Michael: (picks up the binoculars) Oh -- hey -- Marcie: What? Michael: He's back. Marcie: Who? Oh, Dr. Long? Michael: Yeah. Here, look. Marcie: (looks through the binoculars) Oh, I can't really see. Hold on. Who's that guy he's with? Michael: Don't know. Marcie: They're really angry. Michael: I wish we could hear what they're saying. You know, it's really hard to figure out what to concentrate on if we don't know the specifics. Marcie: Well, why don't we think about this for a second? Ok, we know that, you know, people are dying, and in an hour or so later, Paul takes off in a helicopter to make runs. Michael: Yeah. Yeah, but it could be drugs. It could be pharmaceuticals, hospital supplies. Marcie: Well, why don't I just go find out? Michael: How? Marcie: Well, I'm going to just listen at the door. Michael: No, you're not. No, I'm sorry, it's way too risky. Marcie: Ok. So you sneaking into Dr. Long's room wasn't risky? You climbing off of the ledge -- oh, that obviously wasn't risky at all! Michael: Hey, listen, that was me risking my neck, ok? Marcie: Yeah. You were the one who got Shannon to take all those pictures, weren't you? Michael: Oh -- ok, listen, I love you, sweetie. I just don't want to put you in harm's way. Marcie: All I'm going to do is go listen at the door! As soon as I know what they're talking about, I swear I'll split, ok? Michael: I -- Marcie: Listen, at least we'll know what they're concentrating on! Michael: I don't like it. I don't like it one bit, Marcie. Marcie: Listen -- listen, Michael, I'll be back before you know it, ok? Bye. Michael: Marcie -- Marcie -- Marcie: No. Hmm. Bye. Marcie leaves. Michael: I don't like this.
Jen and Riley walk into Rodi’s and spot Natalie sitting at a table. Riley balances the red wig Jen had been wearing on his hand and approaches her. Riley: (uses a mock feminine voice) Hello, Natalie. How are you? (switches to his normal voice) So you think two redheads can survive in this bar? Natalie: Jen, are you enjoying the fact that you're making this poor guy act like a fool for you? Riley: Oh, Natalie, come on, really. Joke, sense of humor, remember? Jen: What are you drinking? Natalie: Liquid. Would you like some in your purse? Riley: All right, you know what? Forget it. You know, I am -- I am sick of playing peacemaker between you two, so you know what? Let's just leave this alone, ok? Natalie: Aw, it's so cute, he's defending you. (laughs bitterly) I have a question for you, Jen. All right, how many guys' lives do you think that you're going to ruin before the age of 30? 100? 200? Jen: My god, you're hammered. It's not even 5:00. Natalie: Shut up! Jen: What happened, somebody get tired of you and split? Natalie: Come on, Jen! Jen: Whoa. Natalie: Do you want to fight with me again? Do you want to start up what we did at Ultra Violet?
In the meanwhile, Michael worries about Marcie. Michael: Be careful, Marcie. Just find out what they're talking about, get the hell out of there.
At Rodi’s, Riley tries to defuse the situation between Jen and Natalie. Riley: Don't even answer. She's loaded. There's no need -- Jen: No, I didn't start that. I don't care if -- Mac: I saw the whole thing. Natalie, you're out of here. Natalie: Oh, who cares? Mac: You know, and don't come back till you get sober. That job you have here tending bar, it's gone. You're fired.
In his hospital room, Michael is really worried about Marcie. He watches Long’s office through the binoculars. Michael: Come on, sweetie. Come on. There is a knock on the door then Dorian walks in. Dorian: What are you doing? Michael: Oh! For crying out loud, Dorian. Dorian: Calm down. But, you know, if I had been Dr. Long, I would have caught you right in the act. Michael: Dr. Long is over there in his office. Dorian: I know that. And Paul is on his way to go see him. I just talked to him in the hall. Michael: Cramer -- Dorian: Mm-hmm. Michael: Is on his way to Long's office? Dorian: Yes. Michael: Oh, no. Marcie is outside of Dr. Long's office right now, eavesdropping. She's trying to find out what's going on. If Cramer catches her -- oh, my god. We got to -- we -- we can't I -- you got to just -- you got to get over there. You got to -- you got to go, you got to go. Dorian: Consider it done. Ok. Michael: Ok. Ok. Dorian rushes out of the room. In the meanwhile, Marcie dressed as a candy striper is listening at Long’s door.
May 4, 2004 (Tuesday)
Michael: Cramer is on his way to Dr. Long's office right now? Dorian: Yes. Michael: Oh, no. Marcie is outside of Dr. Long's office right now trying to hear what's going on inside. If Cramer catches her -- oh, god. We've got to do something. I mean, we got to get over -- I can't! You -- you have to get over there! Somebody's got to get over there! You got to help her! Dorian: Ok, consider it done. Dorian leaves. Michael: Ok. Marcie. Come on, get out of there, girl. In the meanwhile, Marcie has her ear pressed up against Long’s door. Paul notices her and walks up behind her. Marcie hears him and drops to her hands and knees. Paul: Excuse me. What do you think you're doing? Marcie holds her breath but she doesn’t turn around. Paul comes closer but just then Dorian appears. Dorian: Paul! Paul turns and faces Dorian. Paul: Hello? Dorian: Hello. Excuse me. I'm so glad that I ran into you. Paul, seriously, I -- I need your help because I want to plan a birthday party for your sister, Kelly. Paul: Oh. Well, why would I help you do anything? While Paul is distracted, Marcie runs over to a hospital cart and climbs in the open chamber. She hides from view but Dorian sees her. Dorian: I don't know. I'm your aunt? And this gives us a chance to repair the damage done by your misunderstanding about my daughter Adriana. Paul: Oh. Well, there's no misunderstanding with me. You and your boyfriend Vickers stole $30 million from me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was right in the middle of – Dorian makes a big deal of noticing the cart. Dorian: Oh, goodness gracious! This cart. What is it doing out here? Someone's going to trip and fall. I'd better get it out of the way. They'll sue the hospital. Dorian walks over to the cart and then walks away pushing the cart in front of her.
Paul bursts into Long’s office. Paul: Man, I thought that guy in there with you would never leave. Dr. Long: What do you want now? I already gave you your job back. Paul: Oh, so I guess you don't care about the candy striper that was lurking outside your office? Dr. Long: Lurking? What do you mean? Paul: She was down on all fours, listening under the crack of your door. Dr. Long: Maybe she just dropped something on the floor. Paul: Really? Well, hell, I hope she's not undercover, because there has been a lot of cops around here asking questions about chopper runs that I did back in San Diego. And I told them that I didn't know it was illegal goods, just like I don't know what I'm flying around for you -- and I don't want to know. Dr. Long: Did he ask any questions about me? Paul: Yeah, he's been asking about chopper runs that I've done here at the hospital! And he might ask you about San Diego, so I'm here to give you the heads-up. Dr. Long: God, I never should've taken you on. Paul: Yeah, well, don't even think about cutting me out, because like I said -- Dr. Long: What was this cop's name? Paul: John McBain. Dr. Long: Mc-- as in Michael McBain? Paul: Yeah, it's his brother.
Dorian and Marcie walk into Michael’s room. Marcie has taken off the wig but has it in her hands. Michael: Oh, Marcie, thank god. I was so worried about you. I couldn't see what was going on in Dr. Long's office, and then he left and you didn't come back. I didn't know what to think. Marcie: Yeah, I know. Well, Paul Cramer almost caught me, but Mrs. Lord came by just in the nick of time and rescued me. Dorian: Well, this clever girl, she hid in the cart. All I needed to do was just wheel away with it. Michael: That is way too close, ok, guys? Did you hear what the guy was saying, what Dr. Long and that guy were yelling about? Dorian: Yeah, now, I'd be interested in this, too. Marcie: Yes. Well, this is what happened. All of a sudden -- Dr. Long strolls into the room. Marcie hides the wig behind her back. Dr. Long: Oh, hello! Dorian: Oh! Dr. Long: Dorian. Dorian: My goodness! Dr. Long: Dr. McBain. Dorian: Dr. Long. My, what brings you here? Marcie drops the wig and tries to kick it out of sight under the bed. Dr. Long: Well, I could ask you the same. (looks over at Marcie) And you. Why are you here? Dorian: Doctor, while you're here, I need you to sign off on these press releases I'm sending out on the extraordinary donations that we've received. There's another release here. Just your initials on the top of that page would be lovely. Thank you. And perhaps - Dr. Long: Oh, I know who you are. You were the one outside my office. Marcie: Uh, yeah, I was just looking for -- Dr. Long: Yes, a recommendation, I remember, to get your job back with Dr. Conklin. Marcie: Yes! Dr. Long: Did you decide to become a candy striper, instead? Marcie: Yes, well, you know, I've always believed in volunteerism. Dr. Long: Yeah. Would you happen to know a fellow volunteer who's blonde? Dorian: Em. Marcie: No. No, I just started working here. I don't really know anybody. Dr. Long: Well, then what are you doing in Dr. McBain's room? Marcie: Oh, I didn't think there was a rule against me visiting my boyfriend. Is there a rule? Dorian: No. Marcie: Oh. Michael: What brings you by? Dr. Long: Well, just to see how you're doing, but I didn't know you had company, so I'll let you -- well, nice to see you again, Dorian. And, miss, what did you say your name was? Marcie: It's Marcie. Marcie Walsh. Dr. Long: Walsh. Marcie: Yeah. Bye. Long leaves. Marcie: Oh, no! That one was really close. Dorian: Provided he believed you. Marcie: I thought I did a really good job hiding it. You don't think he did? Michael: No, I think you're ok, but we have to start being a lot more careful. So what did you hear? Now, what was Dr. Long and that guy yelling about? Dorian: Yes, I'd be interested in hearing that, as well. Marcie: Yes, right. Well, the guy's wife needs a heart transplant, right, so apparently dr. Long told him that there was a match, so he paid for it, but now Dr. Long is saying that there's some kind of a mistake, and that's all I heard. Dorian’s cell phone rings. Dorian: Oh, excuse me. I have my phone on. Dorian checks the number. Dorian: Oh, it's my niece Blair. I have to take this call. Michael: No, no, by all means. Dorian: Excuse me. Michael: No, it's fine. Dorian walks some distance away. Dorian: Blair, what's going on? Blair: I'm on my way back with Todd, and I need you to meet me at the house, Dorian. Dorian: Any news on Starr? Blair: Somebody's got her and they're demanding a ransom. Dorian: Oh, god. Blair: I can't talk now. I'll call when I know more, all right? Dorian: Ok. Um, something's come up and I have to go. Excuse me. Marcie: Ok. Well, thanks for your help -- Michael: Ok, thanks -- Marcie: Mrs. Lord. Michael: A lot, Dorian. Dorian leaves. Michael: I am really glad you're back. You don't know how worried about you I was. Marcie: No, you don't have to worry about me, ok? I was not going to let myself get caught by someone like Paul Cramer.
Later, Marcie is sitting next to Michael’s bed. She is looking through a newspaper. Marcie: Ok, so we know this much so far -- Paul Cramer has been making late-night deliveries in his helicopter to Newark, right? Michael: Getting paid in cash. Marcie: Yeah. Michael: Also, there was that woman who swore up and down that her husband didn't want to be included on the heart donor list. Marcie: Oh, oh, and that was the one where the man was religious, right, and he didn't want to do it, he was totally against it. Michael: Right. Marcie: Now today we got that guy who paid Dr. Long to give his wife a heart transplant, and now dr. Long is saying that there's not one around. But, I mean, what would he do? Maybe he got someone to pay more money for it. Michael: I think that's exactly what he did. Marcie: Oh, here. Here, here, here. Here it is. Michael: What? Marcie: Remember I was telling you this morning that I found something? Michael: What's it about? Marcie: Well, remember I was saying that there was some banana republic dictator here in New York and he had a massive heart attack and he needed an emergency transplant? Well, he got one. Michael: At Hayes hospital. Marcie and Michael: In Newark. Marcie: Exactly, right where Paul has been flying those midnight deliveries. Marcie: Oh, here. Here, here, here. Here it is. Michael: What? Marcie: Remember I was telling you this morning that I found something? Michael: What's it about? Marcie: Well, remember I was saying that there was some banana republic dictator here in New York and he had a massive heart attack and he needed an emergency transplant? Well, he got one. Michael: At Hayes hospital. Marcie and Michael: In Newark. Marcie: Exactly, right where Paul has been flying those midnight deliveries.
May 6, 2004 In Michael’s hospital room, Marcie is sitting next to his bed. Marcie: I just -- I don't want to believe any of this, Michael. It's -- Michael: Yeah, well, believe it, ok? This is definitely not a coincidence. Listen, these patients die, and their hearts or their kidneys or their livers are taken from them right then and there. Meanwhile, we got Dr. Long giving Paul Cramer large sums of cash, and Cramer is using his medevac chopper for midnight runs to Hayes hospital in Newark on a regular basis. Marcie: I know. I mean, I wonder what the going rate for a heart is. And the other thing about this is that from all the legal research that I've done for my book, all that we have -- it's just circumstantial evidence. Michael: We need to get back into Dr. Long's office. We need some hard evidence we can give to john. Marcie: I know, but I don't – Ron walks into the room. Ron: Hey. Marcie: Ronnie! Marcie rushes over and hugs Ron. Michael: Hey. Ron: Am I interrupting? Marcie: No. Hey! Ron: Hey, how are you? Marcie: How you doing? Ron: How you doing? Michael: What's going on, man? How you doing? Ron: I don't know, I should be asking you. How are you doing? Look at this. I brought your mail. Michael: Thank you. Ron: No problem. So, what's all this? Marcie: You see, Michael was going crazy, stuck in his room, so I -- Michael: Yeah, nuts. Marcie: Crazy -- so I suggested that he, you know, take up bird watching. Ron: Bird watching? Michael: Yeah. Ron: All I see are a couple of pigeons. Marcie: Yeah, well, you know, you just got to look a little harder, that's all. Michael: Yeah, you know, sometimes they roll me into the solarium. I got a much better view from there. Ron: You know, it's ok. You don't have to tell me. Marcie: No, no, really, there's nothing to tell. I -- Ron: Just make sure Marcie doesn't break her leg, too. Marcie: Come on, guys. I can take care of myself, ok? Michael: I'll watch out for her. Ron: Sure. So, what's the deal with your Chief of Staff? Is he trying to get his money's worth out of you or what? Marcie: What do you know about Dr. Long? Ron: Dr. Long -- is that the name of the guy that's making you work while you're laid up here? What's up? Michael: Oh, yeah, these are interesting case files. I'm just doing a little brushing up. I don't want to fall behind. And it's actually nice to have something to do. Ron: Right, right. Michael: Stuck here -- Ron: Guess you can't watch pigeons all day long. Right. You know, I'm going to get back to work. Marcie: Yeah. Ron: Yeah, I think I should go. Michael: Yeah. Marcie: Ok. Ron: All right. Marcie: All right. Michael: All right. Ron: I'll see you guys later. Marcie: Bye. Michael: See you later, Ronnie. Ron: All right, be good. Ron leaves. Marcie: Ok. My god. Do you know what he would do if he found about all of this? Michael: Break my other leg for getting you involved. Marcie: Yes. That's not what I was going to say, but I am involved, ok, and it's not up to Ron. So, how do we get into Dr. Long's office? Michael: We don’t. Marcie: What? Michael: This is over. Marcie: No, but, Michael -- Paul: Yeah, Dr. Long. I just got your message. I just got back from California. It's business. It's no big deal. Yeah, yeah, I can do a transport for you tonight. But you better have plenty of cash on you because my fee has just gone up.
Later, Marcie is sitting far away from Michael on a couch at the side of the room. She is working on her computer. Michael: So, how long are you going to shut me out for? Marcie: There's nothing to say, Michael. Michael: Sure, there is. Maybe you could say that you were right from the beginning and I never should have stuck my nose into Dr. Long's business. Marcie: Yeah. But you did, and now we know what he's doing, so I don't understand how you can just let it go. Michael: I don't think you understand how serious this is, Marcie. Now, I got a good feeling that Dr. Long will probably go to just about any length to keep a lid on this. Marcie: So? So we let him keep on auctioning off people's organs to the highest bidder? Michael: No. We let john handle it. Marcie: We already tried that. You were the one who told me that he can't do anything else without more evidence. Michael: Then let's give him some time to find some evidence. Marcie: You know, you're funny. You really are. So you're going to try and tell me that when you're back up on your feet again, you're not going to march right back into Dr. Long's office? Thank you. See? I knew I was right. Michael: I don't know why I ever told you about this. Marcie: Because you would waste more time and energy trying to hide it from me. You know how nosy I am. I would find out anyway. Michael: Ok. So, what's our next move? Whoa -- oh, there's Dr. Long. He's in his office, and he's got Paul Cramer with him. Marcie rushes out. Michael: Marcie -- Marcie! Damn it, Marcie.
Meanwhile, in the corridor of the hospital, Natalie and Viki are talking. Viki: Oh, sweetheart, you know what? My prescription should be ready. I'll go get it, ok? Natalie: Ok. I'll wait right here. Viki: Thanks. Viki walks away just as Marcie walks up. Marcie: Natalie, hey. Any news about Starr yet? Natalie: No. How'd you know about it? Marcie: Oh, the police station. Natalie: Right. Listen, mom doesn't know about it, ok? Marcie: Oh. Natalie: We don't want her to find out until Starr is home safe. Marcie: Yeah. No, listen, I won't say anything, and Starr is in my prayers. Natalie: Thank you so much. Marcie: I'll see you later. Natalie: Mom's going to find out somehow.
Marcie returns to Michael’s room. Michael: Where did you go? Marcie: I went to check on the medevac flight schedule. Michael: What? Marcie: Listen, no one saw me. And get this -- there's a last-minute chopper request to Newark. Michael: I heard Long and Cramer talking in the hall. Did the manifest say what the cargo was? Marcie: No, it said "cargo unspecified." Michael: Figures. Marcie: Well, I'll go find out. Michael: How? Marcie: Well, I could, you know, sneak onto the chopper before Paul leaves, and then I could just take a little look around.
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