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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 21
Episode 33 A Hint of Suspicion
Thursday, January 13, 2005 Marcie and Hayes are sitting at a table in The Palace Restaurant. Marcie: Ok, so what's the name of the paper again? Hayes: "The Baselton Standard." Marcie: "Baselton --" Hayes: It's a small paper, but try to remember the name. It's important. Every interview is important. Marcie: I will, I promise. I'm just a little nervous, that's all. Hayes: You're going to be great. You're thinking too much. Just relax, be yourself. Marcie: Ok. I'll try. Hayes: How about an egg white omelet instead? You need your protein. Marcie: Right. You know, I know that you picked this outfit out -- and I love it, I really do, it's nice -- but, well, it's a little tight and I was thinking maybe that I would go home and get changed instead. Hayes: You know, there's an easy remedy for that. I can get you back in to see Dr. Arliss. Marcie: Listen, Hayes, I'm not – Michael walks into the restaurant just in time to hear the last part of Marcie and Haye’s exchange. He stands over Hayes. Michael: You're still pushing her to liposuction, huh? Hayes: You know, not that it's any of your business, but Dr. Arliss says she's an excellent candidate. Marcie: I haven't decided to go through with it yet. Hayes: Yeah, but I'm certain you don't appreciate Dr. McBain’s constant interference with your career. Michael: (glances at Marcie) What am I supposed to do, Marcie, stop caring about you? Michael’s cell phone rings and he answers it. Michael: Dr. McBain. John: Hey, it's me. It's John. Michael: Hey. John: Hey, look, can you come by the station? I need to talk to you about something. Michael: What's up? John: I'll tell you when you get here. I need to run by my place and pick something up, put on a clean shirt. I'll be back here in an hour. Michael: Ok, I'll see you then. John: I'll see you then, Michael. Michael breaks the phone connection and looks at Marcie. Michael: Listen, I have to take off, but do me a favor. Promise me that you'll talk to me before you do anything drastic? Hayes: I suppose you're the authority on what she needs? Michael: I used to be. Hayes: Marcie, we need to finish prepping for your interview. Marcie: Ok. Michael: You got an interview about your book? Marcie: Yeah, it's for a newspaper, a really small one, though. It's not a big deal. Michael: That's really great, Marcie. Marcie: I'm really nervous. Thank God it's not for television, right, because at least no one will see what I look like. Michael: You look beautiful. All you got to do is be yourself. Marcie: (looks at Hayes with a determined glint in her eye) That's what Hayes said. Michael: Really? Then why does he keep trying to turn you into somebody else? Marcie dips her head and stares at her hands. Hayes: If you'll excuse us, we really do have some work to finish. Michael: Knock 'em dead, kid. You're going to do great. Marcie: (smiles) Thanks, Michael. Michael: See you around.
At the police station, John leads Michael into his office. John: Thanks for coming down, Mikey. Michael: Oh, no problem. It sounded important. John: Yeah. Hey, look, you recognize these? Michael: Yeah. They're like the ones that you gave me when I told you I was allergic to the ones at the hospital. I was going to ask where you got them because I'm almost out. John: They're not made anymore. You and I seem to have the only ones left. Michael: Well, that's too bad. John: No kidding, especially since Santi’s murderer was wearing a pair the night he pulled the plug. Michael looks shocked. John: You give a pair of these to anyone? Michael: No. John: Keep any sort of count of how many you used? Michael: No. I mean, I keep them locked up in my locker at work. John: Here's where it gets complicated, Michael. You were the doctor on duty the night that Santi was killed. Michael: What are you saying, John? You think that I murdered Tico Santi? John?
Friday, January 14, 2005 At the police department, Michael and John are talking in John’s office. Michael: John, I'm your brother. You really think that I murdered Tico Santi? John: Of course not. Michael: Then what the hell is this? John: Accountability, Mike. Look, that piece of latex -- it came from a rare brand of glove that's not manufactured anymore. The odds are that we're the only people in Llanview that might've had a pair. Michael: Yeah? Well, maybe you killed him. John: This is serious, Mike. Michael: I am serious, John. I save lives; I don't take them! I don't know who the hell killed Tico Santi, but it sure as hell wasn't me. John looks grave. Michael: What kind of a man do you think I am, John? John: I think you're a man with high blood pressure -- please, calm down, all right, Michael? Michael: You just accused me of murder! I'm not going to calm down, all right? John: No one's accusing you of anything, all right? You're not hearing me here. I know you didn't kill Tico Santi. That's not what this is about. Michael: Well, thanks. John: You're welcome. Michael: So what about the glove? John: I don't know. I'm not going to let you get jammed up with this, all right, so I’m not reporting it. Michael: You're going to hide evidence? John: I'm going to delay evidence. There's no point in going to Bo about this until I figure out what it all means. Michael: You don't have a choice. John: I got lots of choices, Mike. Look, you're already on probation for what happened to Tico Santi on your watch, all right? The Hospital Board is not going to give you the benefit of the doubt on anything. Michael: You're probably right. John: So why give them an opportunity to come down on you again? You worked too long, too hard for this to end over something stupid like this. I'm not going to let it happen. Michael: Well, I'm sorry, John, you're not exactly in good standing with the D.A. yourself. John: Don't worry about me, Mike. Michael: No. No, I'm sorry. There's no way in hell that I'm letting you take the fall for me. It's just not going to happen, John, no. John: Actually, Mike, we're not going to have a debate over this. Michael: No! Evangeline walks into John’s office. Evangeline: What's going on? Michael, are you in some kind of trouble? Michael: I don't know. Why don't you ask him? Michael storms out of the office. John rushes behind him but stops at the doorway. John: Hey, Michael -- Mike, don't -- Marcie walks into the Hallowed Grounds and spots a man sitting on a stool at a counter working on a computer. She rushes over to him. Marcie: Excuse me? Excuse me, are you the manager? Man: (turns around on the stool) Unfortunately. Marcie: Well, I -- I was wondering if I could apply for a job. Manager: Do you have any barrister experience? Marcie: Any what? Manager: Have you ever worked in a coffee shop before? Marcie: Um -- oh. No. No, but I did work as a waitress at the Angel Square Diner. Manager: So why'd you leave? Marcie: I was fired. Manager: Ok. That happens. So what'd you do after that? Marcie: I worked as a receptionist for the police station -- and I was fired from there, too. I worked at the hospital as an administrative assistant, but, once again, I was fired. Manager: What'd you do, lose a patient? Marcie: Look, I don't have any money, and apparently I'm too fat to be a writer, and I just broke up with my boyfriend, ok? I am a total failure. Anything else you need to know? The manager looks at her somewhat bemused but sympathetically. Marcie: Look, I really need this job and I know that I would be really great here. I know I would love it. I love coffee! I love -- Manager: Look, I'm sure that you're a very nice girl -- Marcie: And I'm a great people person. I love people. You know, I used to have my own radio show. Manager: That's not relevant to making lattes. I mean, this is a high-pressure gig. Marcie: Yeah, but it can't be any more high-pressure than running your own radio show, right? Manager: Look, the fact of the matter is I really don't think that you're a good fit for this organization. Marcie: That's the problem -- I don't fit anywhere. Thanks, anyway, ok? Marcie rushes to the door of the shop just as Michael walks in. Michael: Hi. Marcie: Hi! Michael: You ok, Marcie? Marcie: Yeah! I'm great. You know, couldn't be better. Michael: Oh, yeah? Marcie: What's going on? Michael: Oh, me? No, I'm good, really good, great. Yeah, I was going to get myself a triple cappuccino. You know, I'm Jonesing a little, so I guess nothing's changed. Marcie: What's wrong? Michael: Nothing. Marcie: Michael -- Michael: Nothing. Marcie, I'm not going to unload my problems on you anymore. Marcie: Why not? Come on, we're still friends, right? As friends, we can talk to each other, can't we? They walk further into the shop. Michael: John found some new evidence in the Tico Santi murder case -- Marcie: Mm-hmm? Michael: Evidence that points to me. Marcie: John thinks that you killed Tico? Michael: No. The Hospital Board -- I'm still on probation, so this is not going to look so good. Marcie: You know that if you need anybody to talk to the board or the -- Michael: No, Marcie. Thank you very much, but I’m really hoping that it doesn't go that far. Marcie: You know what? You're right. It's not going to happen. Michael: The thing is I know that I didn't kill anybody. But the evidence is there and John is thinking of not turning it in. Marcie: But he can't do that, Michael. It's illegal. Michael: He has -- he has this idea that it's going to affect my career but, you know, I know that it's going to affect his. What should I do, Marcie? Marcie: You know, Michael, I don't think I’m in any position to tell you what to do. Michael: Look, I need your advice, ok? I know that we're not together, but I got really used to running all the important decisions by you, and this is pretty important. Marcie: I know. Michael: So what do you think I should do? Marcie: I think that you already know the answer to that question. John is your brother. Michael: Right. Marcie: So, what would he do if the situation was reversed? At the police station, Bo is in John’s office. Bo: Mayor says he's going to cut our budget unless we come up with enough to keep the press at bay for a couple of days at least. John: Is that what we're doing here, Bo, making the mayor look good? Bo: Hey, I don't like it, either, but you know how we play the game. So did forensics come up with anything new on that latex that you found? Michael walks into John’s office. Michael: Commissioner. Bo: Hi. Michael: I was just coming to see you. John: Michael, we're having a meeting here. I'm going to talk to you about everything later, ok? Michael: Listen, Commish, I just want to let you know despite all the evidence against me, I had nothing to do with Tico Santi’s murder. Bo: What evidence? Michael: Well, the gloves, the latex -- it matched the gloves that I use. That's what you guys were talking about. Right, brother?
Monday, January 17, 2005 In John’s office at the police station, Bo is surprised by Michael’s statement. Bo: Is what your brother just said true? You have evidence that links him to Tico Santi's murder? Michael: The piece of latex that john found on the life-support panel in Tico's room -- it came from a special kind of glove. John and i are likely the only two people that use these gloves in the Llanview area, so, seeing as john was nowhere near the hospital -- John: Obviously, Michael didn't kill Tico. Bo: Why is that obvious? John: He tried to save his life. Bo: Unsuccessfully. John: Michael had everything to lose and nothing to gain by Tico's death. Bo: Why is it that the only hard evidence that we have in this case all points to Michael? John: I don't know, Bo. I don't know, but I need to ask you for a favor. Can you keep this quiet until I find out what's going on? Bo: We can't bury evidence. I mean, this is too high-profile a case. If it was something else, maybe we could delay it a little, but my hands are tied here. John: Michael is not a killer. Bo: Well, then why cover up anything? John: The hospital -- they're only concerned about liability. Michael has already been before the board and they put him on probation. If the suits over there even get word that's he's a suspect -- Michael: John -- John, listen, I understand what you're trying to do here, and i appreciate it, ok? But there's no way that I'm going to let you throw your career away for mine. I'm sorry. Bo: Listen to your brother. He's a smart man. John: Smart? This guy? Yeah, he's just smart enough to throw his whole future away over this. Michael: John, the bottom line is I didn't kill anybody. Now, i trust you to clear my name. You're a good cop. John: What if I can't? What if I can't, Mikey? What if this is another dead end? Bo: All right, well, you've got to stop thinking like a brother right now and start thinking like a cop. Now, we can't ignore evidence, so why don't we follow it. Let's just see where it leads us. John: Straight to him. Bo: No, no, no, that's the easy answer. That's much too obvious. We all know there's a lot more going on here. We don't take that at face value. See, that's how we're going to find our killer.
Later at the police station, Marcie walks into John’s office and finds Evangeline sitting at John’s desk. Marcie: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that you would be John. Evangeline: Oh, that's ok. You want to leave him a message? Marcie: No, I just wanted to see if Michael was ok. I thought it was really nice that john tried to protect him, you know, but Michael wouldn't let him go through with it. Evangeline: What are you talking about? Marcie: Oh, you -- you don't know? Ok, well, you know, I'll come back later. Evangeline: No, no, Marcie! Marcie, wait. No, I walked in on John and Michael fighting earlier and I just -- I didn't know what was going on. Marcie: You know, I don't know if I should tell you -- Evangeline: Please, Marcie, it's ok. You can tell me. I'm worried about him, too. Marcie: Ok. Well, john found a piece of rubber in one of the outlets in Tico's hospital room. Evangeline: Yeah, I heard about that. Marcie: Well, it came from a rubber glove. It's a special kind of glove. They don't even make them anymore, but the only two people that still use them are john and Michael. I mean, but you know that Michael could never kill anybody, right? Evangeline: Yeah, of course. I know that. Marcie: Michael's been in trouble at the hospital ever since Tico died, and the board put him on probation and john was afraid that if they found out, then -- Evangeline: Michael could lose his residency. Marcie: Right. So john decided not to tell anybody -- not yet anyway -- you know, not until he found out how the killer got a hold of them. But Michael wouldn't let him do it and so he went and told Bo, and now his whole life could be ruined. At the hospital, Bo, John and Michael are standing in the hallway outside of the room where Tico died. Paige walks toward them with a file in her hand. Paige: I had my assistant pull the records on Dr. McBain the night of Tico Santi's death, but can I ask -- what is this all about? Bo: We're trying to reconstruct a sequence of events from that night just to see if we missed something. Paige: (reads the file) Ok. Well, according to this, the life-support system was disconnected at 8:27 p.m. The alarm sounded, Dr. McBain and the trauma team responded immediately. Flashback: Michael: He's coding. Get me the crash cart. Nurse: Code blue, code blue. Paige: The team performed C.P.R., Administered epinephrine, and attempted
to defibrillate the patient for almost 20 minutes. Michael: Time of death, 8:46 p.m. Michael reads the file over Paige’s shoulder. Paige: When Michael came out of the I.C.U. A few minutes later, he found the police officer still missing, and Victoria Davidson, Antonio Vega, Cristian Vega, and Jessica Buchanan Santi gathered in the corridor. Bo: Is there any record of where Michael was before the alarms went off? Paige: Well -- well, the last record we have of his whereabouts is an order for lab work written at 7:45, but that doesn't mean that he wasn't on the floor, Bo. It just means that we don't know exactly what he was doing. Michael: It means that I have no alibi. Paige: Why would Michael need an alibi? Michael: I did not pull that plug, Dr. Miller. I did everything that I possibly could to save Tico Santi's life. Paige: Then how do you explain -- Michael: I don't know! Somebody must have gotten a hold of a pair of my gloves. Listen to me -- my father died because of a doctor's incompetence. I would never do anything to jeopardize the recovery of a patient. And murder? I am sorry -- I couldn't do it, I swear to you. Paige: Michael, I believe you. We just can't let the board get wind of this, all right? Michael: I appreciate that. Bo: Paige, you know how all this -- all this stuff in here works. Is there any other way that Michael’s glove could've gotten stuck in that outlet? Paige: You know what? Doctors don't fiddle with the equipment. We have technicians for that. Michael: I was the person who found out -- i mean, I was the first person to realize that the plug was out of the wall. I touched the plug, but I never touched the outlet. John: Ok, slow down. Look, maybe you were wearing the gloves earlier, right? You're done, you throw them in the trash. The killer -- he comes in, he fishes them out, he puts them on so he doesn't leave any prints. Paige: You know what? I might be able to help. I'll be right back. John: You sure we shouldn't keep this amongst ourselves? Bo: We can trust Paige. John: Look, at the end of the day she's still Michael’s supervisor. If she decides to report this -- Michael: John, I can take care of myself! John: We're not talking to you right now. Bo: Yeah, but you just heard her. She's not going to jeopardize his position. John: I understand that. But something like this -- if it ends up on Michael’s record, it'll ruin his whole career, it'll ruin his life. Bo: Ah. John, you're trying to protect your brother right now, and I respect that. But it's my job to protect you. I think I should take you off this case.
In John’s office, Evangeline and Marcie continue their conversation. Evangeline: I walked out on John earlier. I was mad at him for not telling me what was going on. Marcie: He couldn't tell you. It's police business. He wasn't even going to tell Bo. But you are his girlfriend. Evangeline: Thank you. We've just been arguing a lot lately, you know? We're not in synch, I guess. Marcie: I know what that's like, believe me. Evangeline: Anyway, I don't know what happened. I was sitting here trying to write out my apology, but I wasn't doing a very good job. Marcie: Don't ask me any relationship advice. You know, I think you and john make a really great couple, and I'd hate to see you guys break up the way me and Michael did. I tell you, it feels awful. Evangeline: I'm so sorry. Marcie: Oh, it's ok. You know the McBain boys there? They're complicated. Evangeline: They're not the only ones. Marcie: Me? I'm just confused. Evangeline: Me, too, Marcie. Marcie nods her head. Evangeline: It sounds like you still care about Michael. This relationship might not be as over as you think. Marcie: Ooh -- I care about Michael as a friend. That is it. Evangeline: Hmm. Marcie: Oh -- bad. So, if Michael needs a lawyer, would you represent him? Evangeline: Oh, I wish I could, but I’m already representing Antonio in the same case. Marcie: Yeah, but you know he didn't do it, and if he doesn't get a really good lawyer, then he could lose everything. Evangeline: I don't think it'll ever come to that. Marcie: Maybe then you could recommend somebody? You know, somebody like you? Evangeline: Marcie, listen, Michael doesn't need a lawyer. He has his brother, and John will take care of him.
Back at the hospital, Bo, John, Paige and Michael are still standing in the hallway, discussing the Tico Santi case. John: You can't take me off this case, not when I'm so close to putting it all together. Bo: But your brother is a suspect. Now, I can't expose you to charges of favoritism. You're too good a cop. John: I can be objective. Bo: Starting now? John: Yeah, you're right, ok? If I do this right, if I follow the evidence properly, Michael doesn't go down for this. Bo: All right, all right. And I want to know everything that's going on now, ok? Just keep things in perspective. John: Fine, I will. Bo: All right, otherwise I’ll take over. John: Thank you. Bo: Ok. Paige: Hey, I pulled the janitorial records from the night of the murder. If we compare them with Michael’s activities -- let's see, according to this, the last time Michael checked on Mr. Santi's status, it was 7:38. Michael: I remember that. Everything was fine. Paige: Well, the janitors -- they have to initial every time they clean a room, so we should be able to tell when the trash was emptied. That was -- that was at 8:10. Bo: 17 minutes before the killer pulled the plug. So if Michael’s gloves were in the garbage -- John: They were gone before the killer got there. Paige: Right. Michael: Well, that's great. So instead of clearing me, things just got a hell of a lot worse. Bo: Just because the glove didn't come from Tico's room, it doesn't mean anything. Michael: Yeah, well, it doesn't look very good now, does it? Bo: This is not over, Michael, not by a long shot. John: Bo's right. There's still somebody who can clear you.
At Llanfair, Antonio is insisting that Jessica remember their relationship the way he chooses to at the moment. Antonio: Can you honestly say you weren't happy being with me? Jessica’s cell phone rings. Jessica: Excuse me. The phone rings again. She notes the number and answers it. Jessica: Oh, great. Hello? John: Jess, it's John. It's John McBain. Jessica: Hi, John. How are you? John: Well, I -- I think you already know the question. Jessica: No, John, I don't remember who pulled the plug on Tico. John: Ok. Listen, Jess, then you should keep trying. You're the only one who can help us find this killer. People's lives are at stake. Jessica: Well, I'll try, but I wouldn't count on it. Antonio: You know, Jessica, we don't -- we don't talk about that enough. You -- you saw Tico's killer. Jessica: Well, I guess because apparently i have other things to be frightened about. Antonio: Yeah, but did you -- did you ever think that maybe somehow it's -- somehow it's connected? If we can find the answer to what happened the night Tico was killed, then maybe -- maybe we can find the answer to what's happening to you now.
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