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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 14
Episode 14 Would You Like Ice With That Setup? May 12, 2004 (Wednesday) Marcie and Michael have been caught red-handed searching Long’s office. Long is seemingly very pleased by the discovery. Michael: Uh, we were just -- Marcie: Yes, well, we came to see you. They told us that -- Michael: They did. Marcie: You didn't leave for Atlanta yet, and so we thought that we could come by -- I mean, Michael wanted to -- Michael: I -- yeah. Marcie: Michael wanted to talk to you about his being discharged. But you know what? You look busy, so we can go, yeah, now. We can just go. Dr. Long: And you two thought you were so smart. Now your little game has come to an end, permanently. Marcie and Michael glare at him. Dr. Long: All I had to do was mention leaving town and you bought it, because your main goal in life apparently is to play Sherlock Holmes. Marcie: We really don't know what you're talking about, you know? Michael: Marcie, let him talk. Dr. Long: You think I didn't know that your hospital room is directly across from my office? That you were intently watching out your window? You think I don't know where the E.R. Staff found you when you fell and broke your leg? You were climbing out my window, weren't you? Huh? Or climbing back in. Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is you're finally finished playing detectives, and now I want you -- not your girlfriend -- you to give me an explanation as to what warrants this ridiculous behavior. I warn you, if you don't start talking right now, I'm calling the police. Michael: Go ahead. Call the cops. Michael: You see, I think that the cops would be very interested to find out exactly what you're up to. Dr. Long: Will they? Well, since you're the detective, what am I up to? Michael: You're harvesting organs and auctioning them off to wealthy patients in need of transplant. Dr. Long scoffs. Marcie: Yeah, well, we have evidence. We have evidence that proves wherever a person dies in this hospital who needs a transplant, their time of death can be directly linked to when a medevac helicopter flies off to Hayes Hospital in Newark or to that other hospital in Atlantic City. Dr. Long: Hmm, I see. Michael: You know, we also know about you taking organs from people without their consent. Dr. Long: Oh, really? Michael: Yes, really. How could you do something like that? You're a doctor, for god's sakes. Dr. Long: Yes, I am. And you're a first-year resident. But, of course, you have all the answers. Tell me something -- have you told the police about this? Michael: Absolutely. Dr. Long: Oh. And do they believe you? Michael: Of course they do. My brother is the chief-of-detectives. He's got a file on you, buddy. Dr. Long: Well, I'm sure the police hear ridiculous stories from paranoid citizens on a daily basis. Marcie: We're not making this up, and you know it! Dr. Long: I know nothing of the kind. You have absolutely no proof to back up these allegations. I think it's time to end this nonsense once and for all. Long reaches into his desk drawer. There is a revolver in plain sight. He reaches below the gun, however, and pulls out some files. He hands the files to Michael. Michael: What's this? Dr. Long: Take a look. I'm sure you can figure it out. Oh, explain it to your girlfriend while you're at it. Michael: It's files on transplants -- surgeon mes, consent forms, budget approvals, risk/benefit analysis, transportation requests, acceptance forms from Hayes Hospital. Marcie: Michael, what does this mean? Does it mean it's legal? Dr. Long: Well, of course. I mean, what kind of monster do you think I am? I'm a -- I'm a doctor. I've dedicated my life to saving the lives of others. I don't steal human organs and sell them for profit. I happen to be northeast regional director for transplant coordination, which is why so many donors wind up at this hospital. Marcie: The Northeast Regional Director? Dr. Long: Uh-huh. If you'd checked your facts more carefully, Dr. McBain, you would've uncovered the truth. Instead, you made up this -- this grand criminal conspiracy. Is that how you plan to practice medicine -- by making up things and ignoring the facts? Michael: Absolutely not, sir. Marcie: No, wait a minute. But you tell me why all the secrecy. You know, you're the one who's making it look like you have something to hide. Dr. Long: Yeah, maybe you should explain the laws of doctor/patient confidentiality to your girlfriend. Marcie: I am standing right in front of you. You can talk to me, you know. Dr. Long: Michael, I'm terribly sorry that your career has to come to an end, but, well, once you're convicted of a felony -- Marcie: A felony? For what? Dr. Long: Breaking and entering. I'm calling the police and having you both arrested. Long picks up his phone and dials a number. He obviously contacts someone in security. Dr. Long: Well, thank you. We'll be in my office. Long hangs up the phone and then looks over at Marcie and Michael. Dr. Long: The police will be here shortly. Oh, can I offer you anything? Oh, I have some soft drinks in that little fridge over there. Why don't you just move the livers and kidneys to one side. I'll be selling them off later today. Marcie stares at him in shock and disgust. Dr. Long: Oh, what's the matter, Ms. Walsh? Don't you like my sense of humor? Michael: Well, I'm just happy that somebody can find the humor in this situation. Dr. Long: Aw. Oh, don't be sad, Michael. I mean, you -- you are a man of great determination. But you misperceived. Simple humanitarian activities somehow became criminal. Marcie: Michael, listen, I'm really sorry about this, ok? I'm the one writing the murder mystery. I was working at the police station -- Michael: Marcie -- Marcie: What? Michael: Stop. You warned me about this. You told me to stop snooping several times. Dr. Long: Too bad you didn't listen. Michael: You're telling me. Dr. Long, I don't know what to say. I am so sorry about all of this. You know, I didn't handle this correctly. If I had a question, I should've come to you and I should've listened to the answers. Instead, I -- I just went off halfcocked, and I got to tell you, I am sorry from the bottom of my heart. Will do anything possible to make it up to you. There is a knock on the door. Long smirks at Marcie and Michael then opens the door. A police officer is standing there.
Officer: Dr. Long? Dr. Long: Yes. Oh, thank you for coming. Unfortunately, oh, there seems to be a terrible mistake. See, there was a misunderstanding about some files, but, well, everything's been cleared up now, so we won't be needing your assistance. Officer: (glances at Marcie and Michael in the background) You're sure? Dr. Long: Oh, positive, but thank you again. Oh, is there anything I need to sign? Officer: No, it's ok. Dr. Long: Thank you. The officer leaves and Long closes the door. He turns and faces them with a slight smile on his face. Michael: So? What's going on? Dr. Long: I've decided to give you both a second chance. It's something I rarely do, by the way, but, well, you have your whole future ahead of you. Michael: Well -- Dr. Long: I just hope now you realize that what I was doing was not only legal but perfectly appropriate. I think we can assume that you'll stop playing detective? Marcie: Yes. Michael: Yes, absolute-l-ly. And I just want to apologize for any sort of misunderstanding -- Dr. Long: Oh, don't worry about it. You just get well and, well, get back to work, ok? Michael: All right. Dr. Long: Oh, and good luck with finding a job, whatever it may be. Marcie: Oh, thank you. Dr. Long: Ok, Ms. Walsh. Michael: Thanks a lot, and again, sorry, Dr. Long. Marcie pushes Michael to the door. Dr. Long: All right, bye-bye. Michael and Marcie: Bye. Long closes the door once they leave but Marcie and Michael pause in the hallway outside of this office. Marcie: Oh, no. Ok, was that me or was that just really weird? I mean, the man had us halfway to jail, and then he just let us go.
Michael: For no reason? He had a reason. He had a really good reason. (pulls out the files he had hidden behind his back in the wheel chair) He didn't want these ending up on the DA’s desk. Marcie: Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute, what do you mean? Michael: I mean that these files are as phony as a $3 bill. Marcie: So we're still going to -- Michael: Oh, yeah, we are still going to blow the whistle on Dr. Shifty over there. The only thing is we have be as careful as we possibly can, much more careful than we've been up to this point, ok? Marcie: Ok. Ok. Michael: Ok.
Thursday, May 13 Marcie struggles to get Michael in his wheelchair through the front door at Jen’s house. Michael: Ah -- ow! Marcie: Ooh -- oh, I'm sorry! Michael: Oh, no, it's ok. Marcie: Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry! Michael: All right. It's all right, sweetie. It's ok. Marcie: Ok, let me get this door open. Michael: Oh. Marcie: All right. Here we go. Michael: Ok. Marcie: Home sweet home. (pushes him into a table) Sorry, I -- oh -- Michael groans Marcie: Oh, I'm sorry. I've been killing you the whole way home! Michael: No, it's ok, Marcie. Why don't you just let me do it myself, though? Marcie: Oh, ok. Marcie steps back and Michael tries maneuvering the chair himself. Michael: I'll try to get a hang of this thing here. Marcie: You sure? You sure -- oh! Michael: (bumps into a table) Ow. Marcie: I'm so sorry we're not more wheelchair accessible. Michael: It's ok. I'm just glad to be out of the hospital. Although, how am I going to keep an eye on Dr. Long now? Marcie: Are you sure he's still scamming us, Michael? He had all those files set out; all the organs were taken and given away legally. Michael: So what? So the guy has a couple of dummy files set up for when the heat gets up, you know? It still doesn't explain all the cash payments to Paul Cramer, the secrecy, and the fact that that heart was missing. Marcie: And he made us walk right into that trap. He -- of course. I mean he had to set all those files out just for us. Michael: The problem is without one of his clients helping us, there's no way that we can possibly -- Marcie: What? Michael: Wait a second. Marcie: Michael, what? What is it? Michael: Ah, it's a crazy idea. Marcie: Are you ever going to tell me? Michael: Probably won't work. Marcie: Come on, just spill it. Michael: Ok. Let's say we get somebody to go in posing as a rich heart patient's relative. We set up a meeting with Dr. Long -- Marcie: Michael, Michael, that's ingenious. Dr. Long would pitch him the whole deal -- how it works, how much he charges, and then we'd have proof! Michael: Exactly. The only problem is finding somebody crazy enough to do it. Marcie: Well, hello. I'm crazy enough to do it. Nobody knows what I look like. Ooh -- what about if I wear that long, blond wig again? Michael: No, that's just for me. Besides, Dr. Long's way too tough a character to be playing around with. Marcie: All right, so what do we do instead? Michael: I know what we could do. Marcie: What? Michael: Come here. [Marcie giggles]
The next morning, Michael is sitting up with both legs on the couch. Marcie is at the door dressed in her robe and talking to John, who had a rather emotional encounter with Natalie the day before when he realized he was not ready to move on from Caitlin’s memories. Natalie who thought she and John were about to make love, instead left with hurt feelings and John seemed to sink into some measure of despair. Marcie: Hey. Up early? Or late? John: Long night. Can I talk to Dr. Feelgood? Marcie: (gestures toward the living room) Yeah, he's right inside. John nods and walks into the living room. John: You know I ought to break your other leg. Michael: Oh, you leave that up to Marcie. I think she banged me into every piece of furniture on the way in here. Marcie laughs and moves behind the couch right behind Michael. John: Did it hurt? Good. You know, one of the units down at the station -- they told me you got caught breaking into Dr. Long's office. Michael: Um -- John: Don't try denying it. He recognized you. You know, you're lucky Long called that a misunderstanding and sent the cop home. Michael: Oh, ah. Very, very lucky. John: What is wrong with you two? How do your brains work? I told you to stay out of this! Michael: Hey, look, you weren't doing anything, ok? I saw a chance to go in there and check out Long's files, so we took it. John: You took it? You got caught! Michael: Yeah, yeah, we did, and we confronted him. And he came up with all these documents that he said made everything legal. Marcie: Yeah -- ooh, sorry. Michael: It's all right. Marcie: Ooh, hey, listen, Michael was brilliant, ok? Listen, he pretended to buy it. He apologized, and he begged not to be fired. Long believed it all. He forgave him. John: Are you sure about that? Marcie: I'm sure. Michael: Johnny, it's not normal hospital procedure to sell organs to the highest bidder. John: Ok, I'm going to do this one last time. You could be kicked out of the residency program for this. And if it's as big as what you say, you could end up on a slab, Michael. You are way out of your league here, kid. Michael: So what about your league? Take over, John. John: I already told you I was on it. Marcie: I just wish I would've gotten more on Paul’s delivery to Atlantic City last night. John: Look, leave this thing with Dr. Long alone. Are we clear? Marcie: Yes. John: I've got to go. Sorry about the couch. Michael: We're clear, John. By the way, you look terrible. Rough night? John: Don't worry about me, Michael. You worry about yourself.
Friday May 14 At the Student Union, Jen looks over Riley’s shoulder and reads the computer screen. Jen: "Organizational Versus Media Communications Theory, by Riley Colson." Is that all you have? Riley: Yes, it's boring. Jen: Come on, let's go play Frisbee on the quad. It's gorgeous outside. Riley: I wish I could, but this paper is a third of my grade, and if I don't pass two classes, I don't have enough credits to graduate. Jen: Can I help? Riley: You can write it for me if you want. Jen: You're kidding, right?
At the sound booth at the radio station, Marcie is recording her “Bridge the Gap” show. Jessica and Jen are there as well as three other students, two males and a female. Marcie: Jessica wrote a series of articles about cheating on campus for "The Banner-Sun." Jessica: That's right. I took a survey, and as it turns out, 70% of the kids that I questioned had cheated before. And we're not talking about, you know, lazy kids looking for a free ride. We're talking about people with straight A’s. Jen: Maybe that's how they got the straight A’s. Marcie laughs. Marcie: What about students who don't cheat? Male Student: Survival of the fittest? It's not like the real world's honest. You listen to the news? Marcie: What do you think, Ian? Ian: Cheating is cheating. I don't care if it's the President. Jen: Well, how do you think he got to be President? I mean, the problem is after you graduate, nobody cares what you know. First thing they look at is your grades. They don't care why you flunked, what's going on in your life, whether e professor is lousy. It's on your record there's nothing you can do about it. It's not like you can attach a note to your transcript saying, "oh, my mom slept with my ex, so I flunked Art History." And your transcript doesn't say, "I got an A, but I cheated." It just says, "I got an A." Marcie: Listen, I'm the first of my family to go to college, and I'm on scholarship. That's a lot of pressure, but I don't think I could live with myself if I cheated. Male Student 1: Trust me, you could. Jen: It's not like everybody who cheats is a bad person. Sometimes you just get in over your head. Jessica: And it's pretty easy to buy papers over the web. Jen: Try the Student Union. Jessica: There's always someone around to offer it to you, like a drug. Marcie: According to university policy, if a student is caught cheating, he or she is automatically expelled. Jen: Wow, that's harsh. A criminal doesn't get life in prison for his first offense. Marcie: That depends. Jessica: Well, she's right. I mean, the first time you get caught cheating, you should fail the course. The second time, maybe you know, get kicked out. Jen: Well, the person who should get punished is the person selling the papers. Marcie: Yeah, they really are like drug dealers in a way, right? Man: It's too easy to score the way it is now. Jen: "Score" -- very funny. Marcie: It's a good point, though. I mean, you know, we need to find a way to stop these people from selling the papers illegally. You know, these kids, a lot of them who are buying them, they're just desperate. They just want to get a good grade, and that's wrong. Woman: Yeah, but if more people sold, that would bring down the prices. Marcie: Well, that's all we have for today. And for the last time this semester, this is Marcie Walsh signing off for "Bridge the Gap." Thanks, guys. That was great. Thanks for coming. Man: Thank you. Marcie: I'll see you soon. Bye. Jessica: Bye. Marcie: You guys were great. Jen: No, you -- you were great. Jessica: Can I give a copy to my mom? Marcie: Yes. You know, I really miss her around here. We need her. Meanwhile at the student Union, Riley is beyond frustrated with the paper he is trying to write. Riley: This is garbage. Forget it.
Later, Jessica, Jen and Marcie are standing in the Student Union. Jessica: I'm going to buy you a latte to celebrate your first season – Dr. Long walks up to them. Dr. Long: Marcie. Marcie: Oh, Dr. Long. What are you doing on campus? Dr. Long: Oh, I just gave a lecture to some premed students. Marcie: Right. Dr. Long: How's Dr. McBain? Marcie: Oh, he's fine. He's staying with us until he's back on his feet again. Dr. Long: Oh, I'm glad. And I'm glad we cleared up our little misunderstanding. Marcie: Yeah. Yeah, me, too. Dr. Long: Ladies. Long leaves. Jen: Does Michael still think he's up to something? Marcie: Yes, but he's letting John handle it. Listen, I'm going to go call him right now. I'll be back. Jen: Ok. Marcie walks away to call Michael. Jessica: You made some really good points before. Jen: Thanks. That really means a lot coming from you. Marcie returns. Marcie: Well, Michael listened to the entire show. He loved it, but now he has to study Pediatrics all night. Jessica: Yeah, Antonio has to work, as well. Jen: Yeah, Riley -- it looks like he's going to be working on a paper all right. Marcie: Not that you two are anything more than friends, right? What? Jessica: So, what would you guys say to a Girls' Night Out? Marcie: Oh, my God, I have never had a Girls' Night Out! I would love it! Jen: Yeah, there's this great place. It's kind of funky, fun. It's called Hook Up. Let's try it. Jessica: Great! Ok, ladies, the Hook Up it is.
As luck would have it, just at that moment Evangeline calls Antonio and tells him the location of the place she would like him to checkout for her client. Evangeline: I just got a location for the stakeout. It's at a club called the Hook Up and it's out on 27 North, but I'm going to call you later with the time. Antonio: Ok. Evangeline: Ok? Take care.
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