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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 34
Episode 21 Strip Shows, Rejections & Hard Questions Wednesday, August 11, 2004 In the living room at the Love House, Roxy is teaching the guys how to strip. Marcie, Jen and Julie provide the backseat driving. Rock music blares in the background as hapless Nick, Hudson, and Riley try to learn to strut their stuff. Marcie: Come on, guys, that's it. No, you got to do it together. You got to do it together! That's good! That's good! Roxy: That's good, get sexy. Sell it! Sell it! Jen: Whoo! Riley, come back. Come on. Julie: Listen to the music. Jen: Where's Ron? Marcie: Oh, he had to go check on the roofing job that he has to work for. Anybody know where Mark is? Roxy: He dropped out. He didn't want to weird anybody out. Marcie: Oh. Jen: What's their problem? Julie: You know, someone should go talk to him. Riley: Dude, go the other way. Roxy: Hey, hey, hey! This sucks. Cut the music, Julie. The music stops. Marcie: You know, maybe we should wait until we find out what's going on with Mark, anyway. Hudson: Yeah, why is he not here, anyway? Nick: Oh, Nancy’s exempt. See, she only dances for guys. Mark walks into the room just in time to hear Nick’s nasty comment. Mark: Well, yeah, but since this is for a good cause, I guess I'll make an exception. If anyone has a problem with that, I guess they'll have to quit. I didn't come out of the closet the other day just to go back into hiding.
At the police station, Michael walks into John’s office. John: Hey. What's going on? Michael: Man, it is hot as hell in here! John: Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. The AC's been gone all week. Michael: Oh. Well, you know, there are these people -- they call them repairmen, and you can call them and they come and fix stuff like that. John: Oh, gee, Michael, let me write that down. We never thought of that. So what are you doing? Michael: Well, I read in the paper about that body you guys found in the quarry you can't identify. John: What about it? Michael: I'm taking an elective course in forensic medicine. The doc who did who did the autopsy in the ME's office -- he let me take a look. And this guy, our corpse? He's got a really bad break in his arm. John: We know at already. It's not enough to get a ID. Michael: But it is. You see, they've been doing this for years -- he has a plate in the bone, right, but this particular design is brand-new technology, so there's no way he could've had that put in there any more than three months ago. John: You sure about this? Michael: Positive. I learned all about it when I broke my leg. John: Right. That narrows down the field. We'll look into it. You ever think about forensics? We could use someone like you. Michael: Thanks. You're in a good mood. John: I -- I just got a break on a murder case. Michael: No. It's more than that. I've very rarely seen you behave this way. What's up?
Back at the Love House, Nick continues his tirade. Nick: You know, it's hard enough to do this stupid dance. Now we got to worry about this fairy crowding us? Roxy: Hey, you got a real problem. All the women are going to be looking at him. You're just jealous. Mark: Relax. I'm into brains anyway. I'd never be attracted to you. Nick: Oh. Hudson: That's great because you can take my spot. Marcie blocks Hudson’s exit. Marcie: No -- no, no, no, no, you are not getting out of this. We need the money for the community center. Julie: I've already sold a ton of tickets. Jen: Me, too -- mostly Midnight Logic fans. Riley: Oh, yes! Julie: The football fans were actually a really good market, too. Nick: You told people I was doing this? Julie: They have to know what they're getting. Jen: Everybody has fans coming. Nick: Oh, no. Hudson: Yeah, they're coming to see us make a fool of ourselves. Roxy: Yeah, that's because you're doing all the wrong steps. Ok, everybody fall in line. You, too, you homo-publican. Ok, so you take your attitude, take it our of your lips, put it in your hips. Whoo! Mark: Hey, Roxy, you know what, I think maybe part of the problem is the music -- no offense. Riley: Yeah, see, that's exactly what I say. It's not working at all. Hudson: No, the whole concept is just wrong. Mark: I think maybe we need something a little less old school. Nick: Really? What do you suggest, a Broadway tune? Jen: Shut up, Nick. Mark: No, actually, I was thinking something like hip-hop, unless you want to look more lame than you already do. Shannon walks into the room carrying a bunch of letters. Shannon: All right, I've got the mail. Here you go. Mark: Oh, thanks. Riley: Thank you. Marcie: Thanks. Roxy: Ok, we got to talk music, people, so we're going to take your quivering meat and we're going to put it to the beat. Riley: Ok, you know what? Come on, I got some ideas. Roxy: Ok! Mark: I'll be right there. Mark walks over to Jen and Marcie. Mark: Hey. Jen: Mm-hmm? Mark: I was upstairs earlier listening to the rehearsal. I was thinking a lot about you and Marcie, the way you two have stood up for me. You really gave me the guts to come down here. Jen: I'm glad. You know, Marcie’s the one that taught me how to stand up for what I believe in. Marcie reads a letter she has received. Marcie: No, come – She drops the letter and rushes out of the room.
Back at the police station, Michael tries to get more information about the case. John: Thanks again for the tip, Michael. I think it's going to be a big help. Michael: So you at least going to tell me what the case is about? John: What do you think I'm going to say? Michael: I think that you're going to say that you can’t. You know, the rumor around the ME's office is that a hit man for the Santi family was seen recently here in the states wearing a cast. Works for a guy called Padilla? John: Sounds to me like the ME's office has got a little too much on their hands. Michael: A conversation I overheard. Just checking the facts. John: Well, you want to learn about the investigation? Join the department. Michael: You know, I might. I'm really digging this forensic thing. Hey, do you think that maybe I could stay, you know, hang out, observe while you interrogate the suspect? John: No. Michael: Ok.
In Angel Square, Michael spots Marcie sitting on a bench crying. Michael: Hey! Marcie, baby, why you crying? Marcie: You stay away from me, ok, because I'm still really mad at you. Michael: Is that why you're crying? It's Ron. You have another fight about your brother? Marcie: No! I mean, what's the point, ok? He thinks that Eric shouldn't get married because he's gay. I can't change his mind! I can't change yours! And that's not it, anyway. Michael: Oh, come on. Listen, let me help you, ok? I love you, Marcie. You know that. Marcie: No, just leave me alone! Just leave me alone. I can't -- where is it? Must've dropped it. I can't find it. Michael: What? What can't you find, baby? Marcie: I got a fourth rejection letter, ok? The woman, she didn't want "The Killing Club." I'm a terrible writer, Michael, and this -- this was my last chance.
At the Love House, Nick picks up the letter Marcie dropped. Nick: "Dear Ms. Walsh, thank you for submitting your manuscript of your murder mystery, 'The Killing Club.'" Jen: Give me, give me, give me. Nick: Blah, blah, blah -- Jen: Let me see that! Nick: "However, we are not accepting new clients at this time." Blah, blah, blah. Mark: God. No wonder she was upset. Jen: Yeah. She sent this to four agents. She already got three rejections. Mark: It's a murder mystery? Jen: It's really good. You should read it. Mark: You think you could get your hands on a copy? Jen: I have the manuscript. She lent it to me. Mark: Yeah, well, I know a novelist, a writer. He's pretty good. I took his seminar at LU last year. You know, I'm sure he could maybe put it in the, you know, right hands. Jen: Awesome. Nick: Hey, Nancy, read the letter, ok? "Dear fat chick, give it up. You're a loser, not a writer." Shannon: So, when we going back to the site? Julie: That's right, Shannon, just play innocent and everyone will forget what you've done. Shannon: I am innocent. Look, I didn't steal the stupid tools. Why would I do that? Hudson: Well, the same reason why you vandalized the site a few weeks back. Julie: Because you don't care if the this whole project tanks. Hudson: Or if we fail, either. Shannon: You're right. If I didn't care about the project -- which I don't -- why would I care enough to sabotage it? Riley: Yo. What's up? Hudson: Hey. Riley: I've got some news. Hudson: Got good news or bad news? Riley: Well, actually, both. The foreman says we can widen the entrance without compromising the foundation, and he says you were the one who came up with the idea. Julie: Yeah, well, I stayed up the whole night doing it. Hudson: You're a physics wiz? Julie: Yeah. What's the bad news? Riley: Well, that the supports for the second-floor foundation were very weak and shoddy and that someone could've gone through at any time. Julie: Isn't that what you were assigned yesterday? Shannon: Yes. Hudson: Well, I guess there's no use in calling the cops because your cousin's one, of course. But we can all vote to ban her off the site.
Later, the Love Center crew is taking a break in Angel Square. Marcie and Michael are still there. Julie: How much time have we got left on this break? Shannon: Um, about five more minutes. Julie: I wasn't talking to you. Hudson: What exactly happened to your face, anyway? Nick: Oh, I got sucker-punched by a homo. Julie: Is it really a sucker punch if the person is asking for it? Jen, Riley and Mark are talking to Michael and Marcie. Marcie: Mark, just tell me, ok, please tell me that you didn't send him the manuscript. Mark: It's in the mail. I already called him and told him it was coming. Marcie: Yeah, but I can't let him read my work. I'm a horrible writer, ok? Four agents already said so. Michael: Wrong. Those letters were very encouraging. Marcie: They were rejection letters. Can't you call him, tell him it was a mistake, have him send it back, and just not read it? Jen: Don't do it, Mark. Mark: I thought you'd be happy about this. Michael: Oh, she is. She's just being modest. Mark: Why don't we wait and see what happens? He's a writer, too, you know? I'm sure he knows what rejection feels like. Marcie: It probably never happened to him. Riley: Marcie, trust me, every single writer has had some sense of rejection at some point. Mark: He'll help you out, I promise. Just give him a chance. Julie: Hey, we need to have a little conference; figure out what we're going to do about Shannon. Jen: I'm sorry, Michael, but we have to talk about your cousin. Marcie: Hey. Listen, I don't believe it, but we got to go deal with this, ok? Michael: Yeah, I understand. Hey, listen, she might need someone to talk to after this. Tell her to call me up? Marcie: I will. Thank you. Michael: Welcome. Michael leaves. Hudson: Julie, Nick, and I have been discussing it and we think the only thing to do is to kick Shannon right off the site. You know, let her stay at the house and do some of the housework. Julie: I mean, we can't stop her from getting credit for the project, but we can protect our work. Marcie: Ok. Shannon: Marcie, you're not going to go along with this, are you? I mean, there's no proof that I'm guilty. Marcie: I know. I don't believe you did it, but everything points to you, Shannon, and the police say it was an inside job. So if you didn't do it, who did?
Later, Marcie is talking on her cell phone to Ron. Marcie: Dad already knows Eric’s gay! Well, when he gets there tonight, he's going to find out about the wedding, now, won't he? No. No, ok, I don't agree with you! Goodbye! Michael walks up to her. Michael: What's up now? Eric drop the bomb? Marcie: Not yet, but he's going there tonight with James to tell dad. Michael: Well, that's good. Marcie: No. Michael: That's -- that's not good? Marcie: Ron's trying to give me a guilt trip, you know, about killing dad -- "It's going to kill him." Michael: He's not serious? Marcie: Yes, he is serious. He's playing the health card. You know, "Dad's not sick" and "How can we do this to him?" Michael: Well, you know what, it sounds like this is Ron’s problem. Marcie: It's Ron’s problem, it's my dad's problem, it's my whole family's problem, and nobody wants to talk about it. I don't know, maybe I could, you know, go there tonight and be with Eric; maybe it'll soften the blow somehow? Michael: Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You know what, I'll go with you. Marcie: No, I don't want -- Michael: Yeah, if your dad starts to trip out, I'll tell him, "Mr. Walsh, I'm a doctor. You calm down." Marcie: No, see, that's the thing -- I'm sick and tired of sheltering him from this.
Thursday, August 19, 2004 Backstage at Ultra Violet, the guys are having second thoughts about stripping for charity. Mark: I can't believe we're actually going to go through with this. Hudson: We. Well, just as long as no one takes pictures. Riley: What? Are you kidding? Jen's going to have her camera to get the whole thing on tape. Nick groans. Riley: So you better hope it doesn't come back to backfire when you're on Wall Street. Jen, Shannon, and Julie walk into the room. Jen: Ok, you guys, concentrate. The doors are going to open soon, and you guys are so not ready. Nick: I'm as ready as I'm ever going to get. Mark: Yeah, Nick does his best work in front of the mirror. Mark grunts. Roxy rushes in waving colorful strips of fabric. Roxy: All right, I got the costumes! Mark: Uh, what about wearing jeans and work shirts? Nick: Uh, can you say Village People? Roxy: Ok, that's just the beginning. And then you rip off your jeans, and look -- ta-da! (holds up bright colored mini-shorts) Are these bootylicious or what? Jen: Oh, yeah. Shannon: So talk about "brief," right? Nick: I am not wearing this. Riley: Forget it, Roxy! Hudson: Hey, how many polyesters did you have to kill for these? Roxy: Whoa! Nick: Who cares? It's not going to happen. Jen: Would you rather go naked? Nick: Ooh, is that a proposition, Jen? Roxy: Ooh! Shannon: Give it up, jockstrap. Riley: Roxy, is this some sort of a joke? Roxy: No, it's not a joke. My friend at the House O' Hunks, she made these up special in exchange for my doing her hair for her divorce party. Jen: Ok, remember, boys, it's not the strip; it's the tease that counts. Shannon: Yeah, and most of the time you're going to have your construction outfits on anyway. Roxy: Right, because that's why you're call the Love Crew, and that's the theme of the piece. Julie: The operative word being "piece." Jen: Ok, don't freak them out any more than they already are. Roxy: All right, I'm telling you, these are showstoppers! Hudson: Yeah, because if I wear these, I don't show. Julie: You guys, I've seen you all with your shirts off. You look good. Shannon: Yeah, come on, the ladies are going to love you. Jen: It'll only be for, like, 10 seconds, maybe less, and then the lights are going to go out. Nick: Yeah, but look, it's not what the ladies are going to see that bothers me. Mark: Oh, Nick, is it over between us? Nick: That is not funny, man. Marcie walks into the room and smiles. Marcie: Well, I'm glad everybody's in a good mood, as usual. Jen: How was Jersey? Marcie: Oh, don't even ask. Jen: Never mind. We have a lot of stuff to do anyway. Marcie’s cell phone rings. Marcie: Hey, Ron. Yeah -- no, listen, don't worry about missing the strip show. I understand -- you got to work, you got to work. No, no. Remember, I told you I was going home with Eric and James? They wanted me there to tell dad about the wedding? No! I already told you I had no intention of telling them to cancel it. I don't care that you told me! Well, one, it's none of my business, and, two, I actually believe in what they're doing. Well, if dad doesn't believe it, that's his problem. I don't want to argue about this anymore. Goodbye!
Meanwhile out in the club, Lindsay confronts Rex about Shannon. Rex: Shannon McBain? Where'd you hear that? Lindsay: Jen told me. Are you going to say she's lying? Rex: Not exactly. She -- she walked in on Shannon and me, but it wasn't what it looked like. Lindsay: You know, it never is. Rex: Shannon kissed me. Ok, see, she was mad at River Carpenter for blowing her off and she laid one on me to prove a point, and I was just trying to be nice. Lindsey: Very nice. Rex: Shannon's a mixed-up kid, ok? She doesn't mean anything to me. Lindsay: Well, that's not how Jen remembers it. Rex: She'd tell you anything to keep you out of my evil clutches. Lindsay: Don't flatter yourself. Rex: Ok, ok, believe what you want, but Jen would be the last person to give me the benefit of the doubt. Lindsay: Yeah, well, it doesn't really matter anyway because whatever we had going is over. Rex: What? Lindsay: Ever since you started working on that Love thing, I've barely seen you, and you couldn't have been bothered taking me to the art gallery opening in Philadelphia. Rex: I had to work! Lindsay: That would've never stopped you before. You realized that I couldn't help you get your club back. You know what I think? I think I've outlived my usefulness with you. Rex: That's -- that's not the way it is at all. Ok, I want to be with you, now more than ever.
At the bar in Ultra Violet, Marcie and Michael are sitting next to each other. Michael: So, how'd it go in Jersey? Marcie: Dad was really rough on Eric, and Ron, of course, still agrees with him. Michael: And that surprises you? Marcie: I don't know, Michael. I just -- I thought they would finally be glad to see Eric happy for once. Michael: Your dad can't say the word "gay." Marcie: I know. Michael: Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen when your brother walked in and said, “ I, dad, I'd like to introduce you to my groom, James"? You're lucky the guy didn't drop dead right there. Marcie: You don't turn your back on your kids, ok? But then again, we are talking about my father, right, so what else should I have expected? Michael: Yes, we're talking about your father who comes from a very different generation. Marcie, you're asking him to accept a lot. Marcie: What is there to accept, Michael? I don't understand. Eric is in a committed relationship with a great guy who he loves! Michael: What Eric and James are doing -- the wedding -- it's not normal. Marcie: Why? Why is it not normal? Michael: Because drawing attention to this thing is only going to make matters worse. You know, people are not comfortable with this stuff. They don't want it thrown into their faces! Marcie: What stuff? I mean, you're making it sound like Eric’s perverted! Michael: No, no, I don't think that he's a pervert, but -- I'll tell you the truth. I'm not exactly comfortable with everything that Eric does. Why -- why can't it be like it was when he was in the army? You know, "Don't ask, don't tell." It worked for me. Marcie: Oh, great, great. Now you sound like my brother, Ron. Michael: Yeah, well, it's way too different, and I'm sorry, I don't think I'm ever going to get used to it. Marcie: If you don't try to accept this, Michael, I don't know if I can stay in this relationship. Michael: Say you and I had a kid, and he turned out to be gay. You're telling me you'd be ok with that? Marcie: Yes. Yes, I would, ok? I would be upset because it's a hard life and there are a lot of bigots in this world, but I, unlike my father, would be there for him and I would accept him. Him or her! Michael: Well, I'm sorry. I don't think I could ever be that accepting. Marcie: I don't know what else to say. You know, my dad -- he won't talk to me unless Eric cancels the wedding. My dad thinks Eric should change, you think Eric should change, Ron thinks Eric should change, and, really, the only person who shouldn't have to change here is Eric because he can't! Don't you understand that? Michael: Gay marriage is never going to be accepted, ok? Eric and James want to be together, that's fine. Let them do whatever the hell they want in the privacy of their own home! Why do they have to push it? Marcie: I love you, Michael. I really do. But I'm not sure you know what love is. It doesn't look the same for everybody.
In the meanwhile, Lindsay refuses to let up on Rex. Lindsay: So, I don't see you for weeks, then all of a sudden you can't keep your hands off me. Rex: I got wrapped up in the Love Center thing, but only because I want to get my community service out of the way so that I can get back to doing what I love -- running my club, Ultraviolet, spending time with you, making love by candlelight, trying new things. Lindsay: Well, how are you going to get your club back? RJ foreclosed on it, and you've just been managing it. Rex: We will find a way to buy it back, and I want to be ready when it happens. I've got a lot more to learn from you. Lindsay: Really? Rex: You were teaching me about art, remember? In fact, I -- I read somewhere that you're loaning some paintings to a movie company. Lindsay: Yes, three. Three Bauschens, three of his last. You cannot believe what the publicity has done. There were people lined up waiting when I opened up this morning. Rex: I'd -- I'd love to see them, although you'll have to explain why they're so special. Lindsay: Oh, no. You'll know when you see them. Rex: Maybe, but I like seeing things through your eyes. Would you excuse me for one minute? Lindsay: Yeah. Actually, I have a meeting myself. Rex: A guy? Lindsay: Movie producer. It's to finalize the art deal. Paul walks up to Rex and Lindsay. Lindsay: Hi. Rex shepherds Paul to the side. Paul: We need to discuss the plans. Rex: Lindsay's right over there. Paul: These armored trucks are serious. They've got GPS and God knows whatever else. I think we need a diversionary tactic. I think it'll work -- Rex: Hey, you're not getting paid to think. Paul: I'm putting my butt on the line, man. Now, I think that we need something to distract those guards. They just can't pull over and stop on the side of the road for no reason, you know. Rex: Any suggestions, Einstein? Paul: What about a beautiful woman?
Backstage, Roxy offers up some final pointers. Jen, Marcie, Shannon, and Julie look on. Roxy: Ok, here we go. Step together, step, touch, turn, six, seven, eight! Turn, Hudson, turn -- you know, like a top? Hudson: Well, I'm a number cruncher, not a go-go boy. Roxy: Yeah, but at this rate, they're going to be laughing so hard you're not even going to have a chance to show your hoo-has. Riley: No hoo-has! Hudson: No, absolutely -- Roxy: All right! So learn your steps, ok, or else they're all going to be evacuating the building. Nick: Well, fine. Better them than us. Roxy: Ok, we're going to do this again. And a five, six, seven, eight -- step together, step, touch, turn -- Nick: Ow -- hey, foul! Roxy: Oh! Nick: I thought you "guys" knew how to move. Mark: Sorry. Marcie: You know, they do say that a really bad dress rehearsal means a good performance. Jen: There are exceptions to every rule. Marcie: Oh. Riley: No, we're supposed to be separated. Nick: Look, I need a different spot. Mark: You know, gay is not contagious, caveman. Riley: Look, can we just get on with this? Jen: Do something, Roxy! Roxy: Ok, wait a minute! Roxy: (whistles) Ok, we got time for one more run-through. I'm going to take it from here, and you guys, you better shape up. Hudson: You know, I got a better idea. I'm shipping out. Nick: Yeah, I'm with him. Riley: Well, I'm sure as hell not going to embarrass myself in front of every woman in Llanview, especially all on my own. Mark: I'm not doing this solo. Hudson: It's over, Roxy. We're not doing it. Hudson walks out. Mark: Ok, guys look, we're all nervous, but we've sold a lot of tickets for tonight. And if we don't show, we don't get the money. And if we don't get the money, we don't finish the building project, and this whole summer has been a waste. I don't know about you, but I can't afford to fail another class. I won't graduate, you won't play football next year, and we're going to let down a lot of great people. Riley: Ok, I agree with you, Mark, on some points. Yes, we agreed, and we should follow through with this. Roxy: Ok, that's the spirit. So get your butts back onstage and do it again. Marcie: Roxy, we can't really do this. I mean, where's Hudson? Nick: Oh, great, he's AWOL? Riley: He doesn't get out of this. Roxy: Well, that means there's more hotties for you. Riley: No way, it's all or nothing. Shannon: All right, look, you guys just keep practicing, ok? I'm going to go find him. Nick: Well -- well, what if you can't? Riley: Look, if Hudson doesn't show, we don't go on.
At Rodi’s, Shannon locates Hudson. He’s playing pool. Shannon: All right, what are you doing here? Hudson: What does it look like I'm doing? Shannon: Well, you're supposed to be rehearsing with the rest of the guys. Hudson: Well, the rest of the guys can go around parading in their little underwear and set male-female relations back a few centuries, but I'll have no part of it. What are you doing here, anyway? Did you draw the short straw? Shannon: No, I actually volunteered. I want to talk to you about this. Hudson: Since why? Shannon: Since it's the right thing to do. Hudson: And since when did you start doing the right thing? Shannon: Since the wrong thing doesn't seem to be working, I decided, "You know what? Why not try to be a team player?" Hudson: News flash -- your teammates hate you, all right? They thing you're trying to sabotage the project or something. Shannon: Do you? Hudson: Maybe, maybe not. Shannon: Look, I decided that I don't care what they think. I'm innocent. Look, I got so mad when they were trying to tell me it was my fault. I almost walked away, just like you're doing. Hudson: But you stayed for the sake of the group -- blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I heard this story before. Shannon: Do I look like a group person to you? Hudson: No, you don’t. Do I? Shannon: No. Hudson: So why are you staying? Shannon: As much as I hate swinging a hammer, I kind of like seeing what I've accomplished. Beats working on my tan. So you need to get back to U.V. and take your clothes off, or we're all going to be out on our butts. And that means back to sunscreen for me and no Wharton for you. Hudson: Fine. Shannon: I'll put this up. Go. They're waiting. Hudson leaves. Rex appears. He’d been standing off to the side listening. Rex: Hey, that was -- that was some pep talk. Shannon: Yeah, you shouldn't have been listening to that. Rex: There's more to you than most people realize. A lot more.
At Ultra Violet, everyone is giddy with excitement. Jen: The doors are about to open! Roxy: Whoo-hoo! Nick: I need a shot of something. Roxy: Don't you dare. It's going to screw up your timing. Mark: No, no, don't worry, Rox. It might help. Roxy: All right, get your buns behind that Mylar. Come on, get ready! Riley: All right, look, but if Hudson doesn't show, you're on your own. Nick: Right. Hudson: I'm here. Everyone cheers and applauds. Roxy: Whoo! Where you been, baby? Nick: Listen, I thought you chickened out, man. Hudson: Nope, I'm in. Riley: Great. Now we have no way out of this. Julie: Don't worry guys. There's always witness protection. Mark: Thanks for that. Roxy: Ok. Ok, girls, let them in! Marcie: Come on, let's go! They go out into the main room and open the doors. The audience swarms in. Roxy: Oh! I feel like Paula Abdul and Simon all rolled into one. Marcie: You did a really great job, Roxy. Roxy: Hey, Jen, you got your camera. I want this saved for posterior. Jen: Oh, I can guarantee it. Roxy: Oh -- Marcie: You sure you're ok, Rox? Roxy: Oh, yeah, I just need a brewski. Woman: I heard they're only stripping down to their g-strings. Second woman: If they don't go all the way, I'm getting my money back, and so will everybody else. . Jen: What are we going to do? The audience expects the full monty. Julie: Well, that was just two girls. Woman: We want skin! Lots of cheers Women: Skin! Skin! Skin! Marcie: Roxy, they're not professional strippers. Don't you -- they'll understand, won't they? Woman: I know these guys are hot! Second woman: I come every night Midnight Logic plays just to see Riley Colson. I can't wait to see him strip off those tight pants! Marcie: Oh, my God, now what are we going to do? Backstage, the guys are giving themselves pep talks. Nick: Ok, like Jen said, most of the time we're going to be in our work clothes, right? The part where we're only in the briefs is, like, 10 seconds. Riley: And it's the tease they want, not the strip. Nick: Exactly. They hear the crowd cheering. Hudson: It sounds like they want raw meat. Marcie, Jen and Roxy rush backstage. Marcie: All right, guys, are you getting excited? You're going to look great. It'll be really fantastic! Jen: The crowd is wonderful, and they paid a lot of money to support the Love Center. Marc: Yes, which is, of course, why we're here. Jen: Right, right, because it's for a good cause. Marcie: Right, and there's just one little thing that we -- um -- forgot to mention. There's been a little change in plans and -- well -- Roxy: The crowd is expecting to see you buck-naked.
Meanwhile at Rodi’s, Rex is obviously enamored with Shannon. Lindsay walks in. Rex: So, hey, I'll see you at UV. Maybe we can continue this conversation after the show. Shannon: All right, you got it. Lindsay: What was she doing here? Rex: Looking for one of the Love Crew members. I thought you went home. Lindsay: Uh -- yeah, I was, but I left my keys here. Rex: Huh. Lindsay: But now I really am going back to the gallery. Rex: Ok. Lindsay: I will be seeing you there, right? Rex: Uh-huh. Yeah. I'll -- I'll be there. I promise. Lindsay: See you there. Lindsay leaves. Rex: (on the phone) Ok, yeah, RJ? Listen, Lindsay Rappaport just gave me a quick course in Art Moving 101.
At Ultra Violet, the strip show goes on and is a rousing success. Viki walks in just in time to see the big finale and to have a bright pair of stripper shorts thrown in her direction.
Monday, August 23, 2004 At Ultra Violet, the crowd is breaking up and leaving after the big show. Marcie: Get your red-hot t-shirts, right off the backs of the red-hot crew members! Come on, 10 bucks! It'll buy you a lifetime of memories! Viki: Well, I will take one. Certainly wouldn't want to forget this. Marcie: President Davidson. Were you here the whole time? Viki: No, no, just at the end. Marcie: That was the best part, right? Oh, I mean, if you like that kind of thing. Viki: If you like raising money. Marcie: Exactly. Roxy: This show really raked in the bucks. Julie: Yeah, who knew, right? Roxy: Well, I knew. I knew we'd scorch some "eye-scapes." Viki: Actually, I have to talk to Jen about that. Jen? Could you -- thank you. Jen, I have really enjoyed all your video reports so far. Did you happen to tape any of this tonight? Jen: Yeah, all the good stuff -- and the bad stuff, too. Wasn't that part of my assignment? Viki: Yeah, the thing is the university has a responsibility to the parents of these gentlemen, so we don't want to exploit the men any more than tonight's contribution. Jen: Ok, well, they can just tape over the stuff that worries you and then you can just give me back the rest. How's that sound? Viki: That's fine. That's fine. Roxy: Can I just touch it? Viki: Best that we put it away, don't you think, Roxanne? Marcie: Well, but on the tape, you'll also see that we worked really, really hard and we learned how to get along really well. Shannon: Yeah, except for Shannon, because everyone seems to hate me. Marcie: That is not true, Shannon. Shannon: Oh, yeah, you guys all accused me of sabotaging the project. What about that? Marcie: No, we didn't all accuse you, and listen, you were the one who talked Hudson into coming through for us tonight. She saved us all. Viki: Well, I'm very, very proud of you, Shannon. Roxy: Are you sure that you don't want me to hold onto it? Shannon: Well, you know, Hudson would've probably come around on his own, so – Hudson walks up to them. Hudson: Well, not if you hadn't given me a reason. Julie: Thank you, Hudson. Hudson: Don't mention it. Jen: No, it really was great. Hudson: Hey -- Viki: Very, very generous of you, Hudson. Hudson: Uh -- did you see the show? Viki: Actually, I got here just a little late. So where are the other gentlemen? Hudson: Oh, they're in the back. They're hiding in the back. Marcie: Well, I think you can tell them it's pretty safe to come out. Hudson: All right, I'll go get them. Hudson leaves. Shannon: So, have you heard anything about who might have been sabotaging the project, like suspects or anything? Viki: I think your cousin John McBain can probably tell you much more than I can. Shannon: Yeah, fat chance. John doesn't tell me anything. Viki smiles at Shannon Shannon: I just can't believe that the cops still think the vandalism was an inside job. Viki: Well, apparently, only someone who knew the site and had access to it could have done it. Shannon: So does that mean that you think it was probably one of us? Viki: No, I actually don’t, but I'm not the expert. I just hope it doesn't happen again. Jen: Well, it's tapered off, right, so -- Julie: Yeah, maybe because Shannon’s been too busy. Viki: Julie! You don't want to be prejudged. Don't do that to her. Shannon: You know what, just forget it. Just forget it. I'm through bonding with you ladies. Just stay out of my life. Marcie: Shannon -- Roxy: And lay off, Miss Vegetable Head. Julie: I'm sorry, ok? I just can't figure out who else could be doing it. Marcie: Well, you guys might think I'm crazy, but I think it's the ghost. I mean, it just -- it can't be circumstance that we found a dead woman's bones at the site. Jen: It creeps me out. Viki: Did you ever find out anything else about her? Marcie: Well, we found out that her name was Amy Dunham and she either jumped or fell to her death in, like, the 1950s. Julie: Yeah, we found her bones by accident. Marcie: She was supposed to marry someone in your family. Viki: Who? Marcie: I don't remember his name, but he was a Lord. Viki: Really? Marcie: Yeah and there was even a coroner's hearing, and then some other guy came in to testify and he testified that this Lord guy was a sadistic misogynist. Roxy: A what? Jen: Mean to women. Roxy: Oh, to hell with him. Marcie: Well, does any of this sound familiar to you? Viki: No. No. Roxy: You know, Viki, some of the best family trees shake off some really bad apples. Nick, Mark, Hudson and Riley walk out into the club. Roxy: All right, here come the nature boys! Julie and Marcie: Whoo! Nick: So, does anybody want a lap dance? Roxy: I do, I do. Jen: Roxy. Riley: Hey, did we look as stupid as I thought we did? Jen: I was just filming. I didn't really see much. Mark: President Davidson. Viki: Hi, Mark. Mark: Hi. I wanted to thank you for your help with my situation. I really appreciate the note you sent. Viki: How bad has it been? Mark: Well, people said coming out was going to be a wild ride, and they're right. Viki: Well, it did appear you came out of your shell tonight. Mark: Thanks. Viki: Seriously, Roxanne told me what an enormous help you've been in putting this whole benefit together. Mark: Thank you. Viki: I also heard that you punched our starting quarterback. Jen: That was only because Nick was gloating about Marcie’s book being rejected. Marcie’s cell phone rings. She walks off to the side. It’s her father. Marcie: Hello? Dad? Look, I'm sorry that you feel that way, ok, but it's Eric’s life. No, I'm not going to tell him to cancel the wedding.
Later, Shannon’s cell phone rings. It’s Rex. Rex: Hello? Shannon. Hey. Where are you now? Let's -- let's hook up. My place? Where? Wait, hold on, why go to the construction site? Well, if everybody thinks you trashed the place, somebody could see us sneaking in and you'll end up on the evening news. All right. Listen, why don't you pick up some beer and I'll meet you there? Ciao.
Back at Ultra Violet, Roxy and Viki are leaning on the bar talking. Roxy: Ok, so you got the money. Viki: Yes. Roxy: They're a good group of kids, aren't they? Viki: They are amazing. Roxy: You know, Vik, you put those misfits together and you've been very open, right, so why can't you give Paul Cramer one more chance? Viki: Roxanne, I have been more than willing to give Paul Cramer a chance. Roxy: Yeah, as long as Paul does things right. Viki: No, as long as he follows the law. Roxy: You know, maybe setting conditions like that, you know, might be considered to be, like, an anti-friend. Viki: It was Natalie’s choice to break away from me and from her sister, and, frankly, we miss her terribly. How is she? Roxy: The kids are having a blast. I mean, Paul’s a real doll. She's lucky to have him. Viki: I think you're more excited about him than she is. Marcie walks into the center of the group. Marcie: Everybody, I just -- I know this may sound corny, but I just want to say how proud I am of everything that we've done, and I want to thank you guys for not being chicken. You looked amazing. And I thank the women for, you know, giving you a push when you needed it, and I really am going to miss all of you when the summer's done. Viki: Well, I have just had the pleasure of looking at the tally for tonight. I'm very happy to announce that you have now officially completed the fundraising component. Marcie: All right! Julie: I don't believe this. Viki: Unfortunately -- oh, I hate to have to tell you this tonight -- the architect and the contractors have told me that because of the setbacks that you've had to endure, it's going to be impossible for you to finish this project by the deadline. Hudson: What's that supposed to mean? Marcie: Are you saying we're going to fail?
Meanwhile at the Love Center site, Shannon and Rex are together. Shannon: So have you ever been here at night before? Rex: No, have you? Shannon: No. That's what we're trying to prove. Rex: So what happened to the beer? Shannon: Well, you know, although your sister is a cool girl, she wouldn't give it to me. I did, however, manage to get some candles from the bar. Rex: So what's the plan? Shannon: Well, I was thinking we'd just, you know, lie low, try to surprise whoever's going to sneak up on us. Rex: So what bothers you more, the fact that someone's messing with the project or that you're getting tagged for it? Shannon: What do you think? Rex: I think you care more about this place than you like to let on. Shannon: Hmm. Well, you know what? It's one thing to doodle around on a piece of paper, but your stuff is actually coming out real. Rex: I do like that. Shannon: Yeah, well, what else do you care about, Rex? Rex: Getting my club back. Shannon: Yeah. Anything else? Rex: What else is there? Shannon: Oh, nothing. Rex: Oh, yeah -- um -- one more thing. They kiss.
At Ultra Violet, Viki drops her bomb. Viki: I am so sorry because I know how hard you've all worked for these credits, and you have made amazing progress -- absolutely amazing. I just don't see how it's going to be possible for you to complete this project by the start of fall term. Riley: Well, that's a drag. Julie: I want to finish. Hudson: It just doesn't seem right not getting the doors and windows on. Viki: That's very interesting, isn't it? You all care about seeing this project through. Roxy: Oh, no, they all hate each other. They can't wait for it to end, right? Viki: Well, in any event, I want to thank you all, seriously, for your hard work. You have accomplished so much more than I ever dreamed was possible. and I -- I will get back to you on your grade, ok? Yes, good evening. Viki walks away then makes a phone call. Viki: This is Victoria Davidson calling. I'd like to make an appointment to see Arthur Love first thing in the morning, please. I'd like to discuss the possibility of extending the Love Project. Thank you.
Back in Ultra Violet, Jen and Riley reacts to the news. Jen: Oh, I can't believe I'm actually down that this is ending. Riley: I'll tell you what I'm down about is not getting to sleep with you anymore. Jen: Sleepwalking. I was sleepwalking, and the rest of the time it was twin beds. Riley: Well, I'm going to miss talking across the space in the dark. Jen: Yeah. Me, too.
At the Love Center site, Rex’s cell phone rings. Shannon: Don't answer it. It's not important. Rex: No, no, it could be -- it could be business. I have to take it. I'm sorry. Yeah? Yeah, we're all set. Ok. Ok. I have to go. Sorry. Shannon: Now? Rex: Look, this can't wait, but next time, ok? You going to be ok here? Shannon: Yeah, I'll be fine. Rex: Good girl. Rex leaves and Shannon looks around nervously.
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