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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 16
Episode 16 So Long May 21, 2004 Long has locked Marcie in the hematology room. It is freezing in there. She pounds on the door. Marcie: Please!! Somebody! Anybody! Can somebody let me out? Please! Come on, anybody. Please, somebody. Help!
Meanwhile, Michael has cornered Long in the corridor of the hospital. Michael: So, what are you hoping to get for the organ in there? Dr. Long: I don't know what you're talking about. Michael: Come on! I'm sure there's some wealthy patient out there willing to spend an outrageous fortune to be moved up to the top of the transplant list. Which is why I have to go call the police. Dr. Long: You do and your girlfriend won't live through the night!
In Viki's hospital room, she is trying to adjust to the news that she needs a heart transplant. Jessica: Mom, they -- they do these things all the time now. Dorian: And you should be very optimistic because, actually, you're quite physically strong, considering your condition. You're an excellent candidate for the surgery. Jessica: See? Dorian: However, what Dr. Gardner said is true. A transplant really is your best option. You don't have too many other alternatives. Kevin: Mom, if -- mom, if this is what you've got to do to save your life, then you got to do it. Viki: Oh, Kevin, I mean, I -- I can't just do -- do it. I -- I have so many questions. Jessica: But you will have the surgery, right? Viki: I mean, if I wake up and someone else's heart is -- is beating inside me, will I still be me? Kevin: Mom, once the transplant's done, the new heart will be part of you. It won't turn you into someone else. Jessica: You'll still be our same mom. We're still going to love you the same. Viki: Well, nothing will ever make me stop loving you. Dorian: You know, Viki, maybe it would be helpful for you to realize that what you're feeling is -- is not unique or only you. There are support groups for people who are awaiting transplants. You could talk to them. But I can assure you that most transplant recipients are very grateful to be alive, especially to have that extra time with their families. Viki: Oh. Well, then, I guess the first step is just put my name on the waiting list r a new heart, right? Dorian: Yes. Jessica: It's going to work, mom. I know it will. Viki: Yeah, well, let's not get ahead of ourselves because obviously somebody needs to, you know, be a donor. Kevin: How does that work exactly? Dorian: When a donor heart becomes available, it's checked with the list of people who are awaiting transplant for compatibility. When the list is narrowed down, then the decision is based on medical urgency. Your condition would put you at the top of the list. Kevin: Ok, so -- so then how soon could she get a transplant? Dorian: Whenever a donor heart became available. Viki: Which -- I mean, it -- it could take quite a while, right? Jessica: What are we talking? Are we talking days or weeks? Dorian: It's hard to say. Jessica: It could be longer? What if mom doesn't have that kind of time?
In the hospital corridor, Long’s comment about Marcie has thrown Michael for a loop. Michael: What have you done with Marcie? Dr. Long: I suggest you stop wasting my time and go look for her. Michael: Where is she? You don't tell me, I'm going to start screaming. Dr. Long: You had to call the cops, didn't you? Out of my way! Michael: Security! Dr. Long: Wait, wait, Michael -- Michael: Security! Dr. Long: Michael, make a deal with me, hmm? Think about Marcie. I take off, and your girlfriend lives. Hmm? What do you say? In the hematology room, Marcie is pacing and trying to keep warm. Marcie: Ok, I just got to keep moving, just -- I'll be ok. I'll be ok if I keep moving. Come on! Can't somebody hear me out there? Please! Somebody! Michael -- oh, Michael, you just got to find me. Got to find me.
Michael considers what Long said. Michael: Ok, you got a deal. You show me where Marcie is, I won't call the cops. Dr. Long: So if I take you to your girlfriend, you'll let me leave? Michael: I just want my girl back. Dr. Long: All right, it's a deal. Let's go.
The door opens in the hematology room and a nurse walks in. She rushes to help Marcie who is huddled in the corner. Nurse: Oh, my god.
On the roof, Michael is trying to determine what to do to get the information he needs out of Long. Michael: Marcie? Marcie, baby, where are you? Dr. Long: She was very upset. Michael: Where is she? Dr. Long: Well, she's cooling off. Michael: Where? Dr. Long: Blood storage. Michael: She could freeze in there. Dr. Long: Well, if she hasn't already. You'd better hurry. Michael: You bastard. I swear to you, if anything happens to her, I will kill you. Michael rushes toward the door but Long trips him. Dr. Long: I guess you won't be able to help her now.
In the meanwhile, Viki has decided to have the transplant but now must deal with her own fears. She sends Jessica and Kevin home to get some rest. Viki: Dorian? Would you -- would you mind waiting a minute? Dorian: No, of course not. Viki: Could you close the door, please? I apologize. I'm sorry to rely on you so heavily, but if I have this transplant, what are my chances? Dorian: Uh -- about 85% of the patients survive a year. Viki: Wow. All of this for one year, huh? Dorian: But at this hospital, 70% live for five years or longer, even. So those are pretty good odds. Viki: I'm terrified. I'm -- I'm so frightened, I can't think. Dorian: I know. I know. Viki: It's all so overwhelming, and I'm so tired. Dorian: I know. Viki: I don't want to leave my family. Dorian: You need to let your family worry about you for a change. Viki: Dorian, I don't know if I can do this. Dorian: Of course you can. Viki, after everything that you've been through in your life, you're a survivor and you're going to survive this. There have been times when I thought that I couldn't go on, and you pulled me through -- even when you weren't sure you wanted to do that. You're going to come through on the other side of this. You have to believe that. You just have to. Later, Viki is alone and reading over something she has written. Viki's voice: "If you're reading this, it means my heart wasn't able to keep me alive as long as we all wanted. I know you're grieving. But it's important that you try to remember not how my heart failed in the end, but how grateful I was that my heart was so full while I lived because all of you filled it every day with your love. And when you think of me, remember all the good things that you have your hearts -- courage, spirit, and compassion. I know they're there in each of you. I've seen them. And most of all, love. I love you all so very, very much. Please know that wherever I am, you will always be in my heart, and I will always be with you." Gardner comes into the room. Dr. Gardner: Mrs. Davidson? Viki: Yes? Dr. Gardner: I may have some good news for you. I have just been notified that Dr. Long has approved the harvesting of a donor heart this evening, and it was the one that we thought was most likely a match for you. I need to run some tests, and if everything goes well, we are going to need to proceed as quickly as possible. Are you ready? Viki: Yeah. Yes, I'm -- I'm ready.
In the hospital corridor, the nurse walks next to Marcie. Marcie: I'm -- I'm ok. Really, ok? I'm ok. Nurse: Ms. Walsh, you should see a doctor. You may have hypothermia. Marcie: No, I can’t. Right now I have to call Michael. I -- I have to call dr. McBain, ok? Nurse: Go down to the E.R. As soon as you do, ok? Marcie: I will. I promise. The nurse leaves and Marcie pulls out her cell phone. She makes a call. Marcie: Michael? Michael, it's Marcie. Listen, can you call me on my cell phone when you get this, ok? Just call me. Marcie dials another number. Marcie: John? John, it's Marcie. Listen, Dr. Long, he just -- he just tried to kill me, and -- and Michael -- I think he's going to go to Michael’s house to get him. Could you hurry? Please, just hurry, ok? The nurse returns and approaches Marcie. Nurse: Ms. Walsh? Marcie: Listen, I can't talk right now, ok? I'm fine! Nurse: No, no, no, it's that I just remembered I saw Dr. McBain earlier. Marcie: He's here? He's in the hospital? Nurse: Yeah. He and Dr. Long were heading up the stairs, to the roof, I guess. Marcie: Ok. John -- John, Michael’s in the hospital. You got to hurry! You got to get here now!
On the roof, Long continues his nefarious plan. Dr. Long: I got to get you out of sight before the chopper arrives. Michael: Who's helping you get away? Paul Cramer? Dr. Long: What do you care? You'll be dead. Michael: What? Are you out of your mind? Dr. Long: Well, I can't very well have you call ahead and have me arrested, now, can I? All right, let's get you outside. Oh, ok! Michael swings his crutch at Long causing him to lose his balance. Dr. Long: You want to play rough, do you? Michael and Long continue to tussle. Long drops the cooler containing the heart and it flies open. The heart spills out onto the roof. Dr. Long: You ruined it, you bastard! This was worth $50,000! Long is mortified as he looks at the heart. Dr. Long: What have you done? Marcie bursts onto the roof. Marcie: Michael! Michael: Marcie, get out of here! Go! Go! Go for help!
Long grabs Marcie. Marcie: Let go of me! Dr. Long: I don't think so! Marcie: Get off of me! Get -- get off of me! Let me go! Marcie struggles with Long as he drags her toward the edge of the roof. Michael: You let her go! Marcie: Let me go! Dr. Long: You just couldn't stop yourselves, could you? Marcie: Get away from me! Michael: Hey, just let her go! We won't tell! Hey! Just let her go! Marcie: Michael! Michael! Long throws Marcie off the roof.
Clint arrives and enters Viki’s hospital room. Clint: Joey's parking the car. He'll be right in. Viki: Both of you -- thank you for coming. Clint: How you feeling? Viki: Actually, I'm a little under the influence. But probably that's a good thing right now. Clint: I talked to Jessie from the airport. She kind of filled me in. Viki: Did she tell you about the transplant possibility? Clint: Said you might be on a waiting list a while. Viki: Well, actually -- um -- I haven't even told the kids yet because I didn't want to raise their hopes. Clint: Raise their hopes? Viki: I might be having the surgery, like, right away. Seems they found me a donor heart. Clint: Oh, my god. Viki, I knew you'd lick this thing. Garner comes in. Dr. Gardner: Mrs. Davidson, may I speak with you privately? Viki: This is Clint Buchanan. He's the father of my children, so I'd like him to stay if it's all right with you. Dr. Gardner: Uh -- we now have a problem with the donor heart. It's -- it's no longer available. It's disappeared.
May 24, 2004 (Monday) At the hospital, John rushes up to Jessica and Antonio. John: Hey, either of you seen my brother or Marcie? Antonio: No, why? What's up? John: They were right about this guy Dr. Long. Jessica: Dr. -- The Chief-of- Staff, Dr. Long? What's going on? John: He apparently tried to kill Marcie. She and Michael are somewhere here in the hospital. Antonio: With this doctor? John: Guy's gone over the edge. We got to find him.
In the meanwhile, Marcie rushes onto the roof and Long grabs her. Marcie: No! Dr. Long: You just couldn't keep your nose out of it, could you? Michael: Leave her alone! Dr. Long: Go to hell, Michael! Marcie: We know you're stealing organs! Dr. Long: You know too much! Long throws Marcie over the edge. She screams. Michael: (terrified) Marcie, no! Marcie manages to grip the edge.
Marcie: Michael, I'm still here! Long prepares to stomp Marcie’s hands to force her to let go. Dr. Long: Not much longer! Marcie: No! Michael struggles across the roof, pulling himself along with his arms. Michael: Get away from her, you bastard! Marcie: Michael! Dr. Long: I should have left you in the freezer. It would've been a much less painful death. Marcie: Oh, yeah? Well, you're not going to get away with this! Dr. Long: Who's going to stop me? You, huh? Your crippled boyfriend? He's going to follow you over the edge. Well, why drag it out? Michael gets close enough and hits Long with the crutch. Long loses his balance and falls backward and skids across the roof. Marcie: Michael! No! Michael! Michael! Michael! Michael struggles to the ledge and gripes Marcie’s arms with his hands. Michael: Marcie! Marcie! I got you! Long grabs a shovel and walks toward Michael and Marcie. The door opens and Antonio and John rush in with guns drawn and trained on Long.
John: Police! Freeze! Freeze! Put it down! Michael pulls Marcie to safety. They hug. Michael and Marcie hug each other. Michael: Oh, my god, Marcie, I was so scared I was going to lose you. John: You all right? Marcie: Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just a little shaken, but I think Michael’s still hurt. John: What happened? Michael: I think Dr. Long might have re-broken my leg. John: Hey, we'll get some help up for you right away, all right? Marcie: Ok. Antonio: You're coming with me. John: He's tricky. Make sure you read him his rights on videotape. Dr. Long: I want a lawyer. John: Yeah, you'll get a lawyer. Get this bastard out of here. Antonio drags a handcuffed Long off. John’s cell phone rings. John: McBain. Natalie: John, it's Natalie. I need you.
Downstairs Antonio brings Long onto the hospital floor and is spotted by Jessica. Jessica: Hey, what's going on? Did you find Michael and Marcie? Antonio: We found them just in time. He was trying to kill them. Jessica: What? Why? Antonio: He was selling body parts on the black market. Michael and Marcie caught him trying to get away with a stolen heart. Jessica: Oh, god, a heart. Was that the one that my mom was supposed to get? So, what happened to it? Where is it? Dr. Long: It's been contaminated. Jessica: Contaminated. So now it's no good, yeah? My mom could die because of you! Antonio: Honey –
Meanwhile on the roof, a doctor gives Michael an injection. Doctor: This will take the edge off, Michael. Michael: Ah. Don't worry about me, ok? Dr. Long -- he attacked Marcie. She almost fell off the edge. Marcie: Stop. Stop worrying about me, ok? Michael: Ah! This thing really hurts! Doctor: It's probably re-broken. Wait here. I'll send somebody who can get you up. Michael: Ok, thanks a lot, man. Are you sure you're still ok? The doctor leaves. Marcie sits next to Michael. She runs her fingers through his hair and caresses him. Marcie: Yes, I'm fine. Ok? Michael: It's over, all right? You know that. Marcie: Yeah. I know. And I was just a little scared, that's all. Michael: Yeah, I imagine. I mean, you were hanging over the edge. Marcie: No, I wasn't scared for myself. I was scared for you. I almost lost you. Michael: Sweetie, sweetie, we almost lost each other. But we didn't because our love is too strong for that. Our love is stronger than anything. They hug and kiss.
In the hospital corridor outside of her mother’s room, the implication of what Long did is sinking in for Jessica. Jessica: Why would you do that? She throws herself on Long and starts hitting him in the chest. Jessica: Why would you do that? Antonio pulls her away and hugs her as she cries. Dorian gets off the elevator spots them and walks up to them. Dorian: Jessica, Jessica -- Jessica: (looks at Dorian) The heart that was supposed to be for my mom is -- is gone. It's contaminated. Dorian focuses on Long with intense fury and smacks him in the chest. Dorian: You are so despicable! How somebody who supposedly is sworn to save lives could do something like this! Dr. Long: And you were a pain in the neck from the start. Dorian: You know, I wish I'd been able to stop you sooner. Antonio: Jessica, I know it's tough, honey. Are you going to be ok? Jessica: Yeah, I'll be ok. Antonio: All right. Dorian, take care of her for me? Dorian: Yes. Antonio pulls away from Jessica and walks over to Long. Antonio: I'm going to get this piece of garbage back down to the station. Let's go. Dorian and Jessica stare at each other for a second then hug. Jessica: Oh, Dorian, that was my mom's one chance. It was -- that was her only chance. Dorian: They'll get her another heart. Jessica: How? It was hard enough to find the first match. What if they can't get one in time?
In the meanwhile, Michael has been transferred to a hospital room. Marcie is sitting in a chair next to the bed, facing him and holding his hand. Marcie: Hey, you feeling any better? Michael: Painkiller's kicking in. I want you checked out, though. You know, you got knocked around pretty good out there, not to mention getting locked in that freezer and almost turning into a “Marcicle.” Marcie: A “Marcicle”? (laughs) Ok. Listen, I'm going to be fine, ok? I have a couple of bruises, but, Michael, we did it. And we did it together. Dr. Long is going away for good. We stopped him. Michael: I still can't understand how he could do something like that. Somebody may die because of those stolen organs. Michael: I'm sorry that I got you mixed up in this. Marcie: No, listen, you tried to stop me. I just wouldn't listen. Michael: I was afraid you'd get hurt, and with good reason, apparently. Marcie: Yes. But you did save my life. Michael: You saved my life. Marcie: How? Michael: Do you remember that night in Angel Square? I took the wrong medication, went into shock. Marcie: Yes. All right, so we're even. Michael: We're better than even. We're in each other's debt. That's huge. Marcie: I don't know if I want to be in your debt. They kiss. The door opens and the doctor walks in. Doctor: Ok, let's reset that -- leg. Michael holds up his finger and to ask for a minute as he continues to kiss Marcie.
May 31 (Monday) At Jen’s, Michael is sitting at the table with his twice broken leg propped up on the table. Marcie is standing next to him reading a newspaper account and Jen is off to the side. Marcie: "Despite an additional leg fracture, Dr. McBain was able to pull Miss Walsh to safety." Jen: Aw. Marcie: You're my hero. That's so cool! Michael: Oh, yeah -- "additional leg fracture" -- so cool.
Jen rubs up against Michael in an exaggerated manner. Jen: Oh, Michael, you're so strong! Marcie mimics Jen on the other side. Marcie: Yes. Jen: You're so strong! Marcie: You're my hero! Michael: (laughs) Shut up, you guys. Riley walks into the room Jen: My god, you look hammered. Riley: Oh, I just pulled an all-night on my Comm. Theory paper, and it still reeks.
Riley sits in front of the fireplace. Jen walks over and sits next to him. Michael pulls Marcie onto his good leg and wraps his arm around her waist. Jen: I wish I could help. Riley: Oh, my extension didn't even help, and -- which means I'm going to tank the course. Which means not only will I not graduate, but I get to spend the whole summer with the rest of losers who didn't pass -- present company excluded. Jen: Well, what could be more fun than taking summer classes in little small rooms with no air conditioning? Riley: That is a hell of a point that I didn't think of. Thank you. (looks over at Marcie and Michael) Nice write-up, guys, in the paper, and I was sorry to hear about your leg, Michael. Did it hurt worse the second time around? Michael: It pretty much sucked both times, yeah. Riley laughs.
Marcie is still sitting on Michael’s lap and his arm is wrapped around her waist. Marcie: Wouldn't it be cool if the Commissioner gave us some kind of Good Citizen's Award? Michael: Are you out of your mind, Marcie? Marcie: No! Michael: Yeah, you really are. Bo and John are going to rip into us for messing around in police business.
Marcie and Michael are in the living room. He is in his wheelchair. The doorbell rings and Marcie goes to answer it. She opens the door and it is Bo, Nora, Matthew and Starr. She turns toward Michael and mouths the words, “I told you so” then quickly turns back to her guests. Marcie: Commissioner, Hey! Nora: Marcie. (looks at Matthew) Come on in, sweetie. Marcie: Hey, Matthew. Come on in, guys. Matthew: Hi. Marcie: Hi. Matthew: We're going to see Starr’s Aunt Viki in the hospital. Bo: Yeah, we can't stay too long. Marcie: Sorry about your brother, Commissioner. Bo: We're all going to miss him. Jen and Riley walk into the room. Jen: Hey, everybody. Nora: Hey, Jen! Riley: Yo, Matthew. Matthew: Hey, Starr, this is my friend Riley. Riley: Hi. Starr: Hi. Riley laughs. Nora: Why don't you two go and chat with Jen and Riley and give us a chance to talk to Michael and Marcie. Riley: You know, I was actually going to go outside and play some new stuff. You want to hear it? Starr: Totally. Matthew: Cool. Riley: Come on. Nora laughs. Jen, Matthew, Starr and Riley leave. Marcie rushes next to Michael. Bo and Nora position themselves in front of them.
Michael: Why do I get the impression that you guys aren't here to give us a commendation? Bo: I hear that John told you two a couple of times to back off and let us handle Dr. Long. Nora: Marcie, I've -- I've even heard you on the phone, telling people who call in to leave things in the hands of the police and the district attorney's office. Nora: You, more than anyone, should know what happens when they don't do that. Bo: And if you two ever try something like this again, John can't bail you out. I'll have to book you. Michael: Well, you know, John kept on telling us that you guys didn't have enough evidence -- Bo: Well, I'll tell you something, Michael. The next time you break your leg, why don't you come and see me? Let me set it for you, ok, because I watch all those medical programs on TV. Michael: I hear you. Bo: You two are two of the good guys. A lot of people would've been upset if we'd lost you up on that hospital roof. Nora: Yeah, especially us. Bo: Ok. We got to be going. Michael: Ok. Marcie: Bye. Bo: Bye. Nora: Bye, guys. Michael: See you, guys. Uh-huh. When Bo and Nora leave, Marcie wraps her arms around Michael’s neck and then slides them down his chest as she leans close to his ear. Marcie: So, when's our next case, Sherlock Holmes?
Michael: (laughs) Why don't you just stick to writing your novel? I'm running out of legs. Marcie hugs him tighter and he kisses her arm.
Later, Marcie struts across Jen's living room happily with a mug in her hand and walks over to Michael. She hands the mug. Jen and Riley walk into the room. Jen is carrying a handful of mail. Marcie: So the way I figure it, a few more cases like that Dr. Long investigation and my novel is going to write itself. Michael: Marcie, no. Riley: Look, how can anyone write for fun? I'm trying to write this Comm. Theory paper and it's killing me. Jen stares at the mail in her hand. Jen: Uh-oh, Marcie. We both got something from LU.
Marcie groans and walks next to Jen. Jen hands her the letter. They both look at them. Jen: Come on, on three. Marcie: Ok. Jen: One -- Marcie: One -- Jen and Marcie: Two, three. They tear open the envelopes and then read the letters. Riley: I know that look. Michael: Yeah. What's it say, Marcie? Marcie: I -- I got two incompletes to go along with my c in chemistry. So make that three for summer school. I'm going to go work on my novel. Marcie storms away. Michael: Marcie? Michael puts his mug on the coffee table and rushes after in his wheelchair. Michael: Marcie? Riley: How did you do? Jen: I flunked three classes. I only knew about two. God, I'm so stupid. Riley: No, you're not. It's just -- you know. Jen: Sometimes I just think, "What's the point?" You know? I mean, now I'm going to have to take three classes this summer. Riley: Like me. Jen and Riley hug but then Jen looks over and Joey is standing in the doorway.
Later, Joey and Jen are sitting on the couch. Joey: So you graduate in August, that's all. Jen: Next January. Or 2010. You know, sometimes I think maybe I should just come looking for you in about 10 years. Maybe by then I'll be healthy enough to be the kind of wife you deserve. Joey: Jen, don't do that to yourself. Jen: Well, I screwed up. Joey: And I didn't? I mean, I tried to make you something that you weren’t. Sometimes I really feel the weight of this collar. Jen: I thought that sometimes, but then I just kind of put it all back on me. Joey: Well, who knows? Maybe we're both due for a change. But I don't think it's going to take 10 years. I do know that I wouldn't have gotten this far without you. (reaches over and touches Jen’s hand ) Goodbye, Jen. Jen: Bye. Joey walks to the door and leaves. Jen follows him and stands in the door and watches him leave. Riley walks up behind her. Riley: You ok? Jen: Well, I've gone through two divorces in the past 12 months, I'm not speaking to my mother, and I just flunked three classes. Riley: So then why are you smiling? Jen: Because I -- I just said goodbye to somebody without screaming or throwing something through a window. It was the right thing, and I -- I feel ok.
Marcie walks into the room rustling papers. A crutch swings in front of her and stops her in her tracks. She pushes the crutch away. Marcie: Michael, I'm busy. Michael who is walking on crutches, walks close to her. Michael: Marcie -- Marcie: What? Michael: I know you're bummed out about that letter from L.U., but throwing yourself into your novel isn't going to make it go away. Marcie: (very anxious) Michael, my father is going to freak out. I'm going to lose my scholarship. And now I'm going to have to work extra hours just to pay the tuition!
Michael: Sweetie -- Marcie: What? Michael: (very softly) Everything is going to be ok. They kiss. Marcie: How do you know what I always need? Michael: Bedside manner. They teach it in medical school. They kiss.
Marcie: Oh, yeah? What else do they teach in medical school? Michael: Let me show you. They kiss. Marcie: Yeah, I'm going to change my major. They kiss again. Michael: (moans happily) Hmm.
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