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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 37
Episode 41 "Whatever This Is" Tuesday, March 8, 2005 At the Hunk Hotel, Michael is knocking on John’s door. He is balancing a small red package and on top a single cupcake with a lit candle. Michael: Come on, John, I know you're in there. Open up, dude. John rolls his eyes and pretends not to hear the knocking. Michael: John? John? Hey, John, there's a crazy guy out here! Out here! He's got a gun, man! Listen, my brother is a cop, he hasn't shaved in three days, and he will mess you up. John ignores Michael. Michael: Land shark. John sighs. Michael: Happy birthday, bro. John doesn’t open the door. Michael: (frustrated) Well, that's just Michael steps back but then approaches the door again. Michael: All right, bro, come on, open up. I got a candle and a cupcake, and I am not afraid to use it. You know what, I didn't want to have to do this, but you have forced my hand, my friend. (Michael gets LOUD) Yep, that's my big brother! Happy Birthday, bro, Happy Birthday, bro, the Chief of Detectives! John, how old are you today? You're like, what, 152? John opens the door and stares at Michael. John: Blow it out or I’ll cite you for a fire hazard. Michael: Well, it's bad luck to blow out somebody else's birthday candle, dude. John turns and walks into the room. Michael follows him. Michael: Come on, man, I thought you're supposed to mellow with age. John: Think that's red wine, Michael. Michael stretches out his hand with the cupcake and gift in it. Michael: Come on, it's vanilla. Don't you want some? Come on, crack a smile, lighten up, show a pulse. Give me something! Give me something! John: Keep this up and I'm going to give you a well-placed boot. Michael: Huh! Come on. Birthdays are important. They celebrate the passage of time, you know? You realize that you're not getting any younger and, well, you better get to work and do something with your life or you're just going to be the same loser that you've always been. John: You got a hell of a bedside manner, doc. Michael: I bet you weren't this nasty to Evangeline when she woke up to give you your birthday kiss. Were you wearing your birthday suit? Michael: Come on, just -- John: She doesn't even know it's my birthday. John sits on the bed. John: Hey, and, you know what, if she finds out, I'm going to know exactly who to shoot. Michael: That is cold. (Michael sits next to John) Here. Open your present before I tell mom. Open it, come on. John: (sarcastic) Nice wrapping. John opens the box and pulls out a framed picture. Michael: You remember that? John: Yeah. Dad took it with that old camera that he had. Michael: Yep. I was kicking your butt. John: Well, actually, like a little girl. Michael: No, that's snow that's built on my face -- John: No, that's tears. Michael: When you mushed my head in the snowbank. John: No. Is that a dress? Why'd they put you in a dress?
At The Palace Restaurant, RJ is standing near the bar with Jamie in a stroller. Jessica rushes over with a flourish and bends down and starts talking to Jamie. Jessica: Hello, pretty girl! Hi! (takes Jamie out of the stroller) Come here! Look at you. I can't take it. No! R.J.: Jessica, can I have my granddaughter back, please? Jessica: RJ, I cannot believe what a complete jerk you're being. Is this really how you show your love for Jamie? R.J.: I'm protecting my granddaughter from her criminal father. Jessica: Really? Criminal? Well, I know that Antonio’s not a criminal, but I know -- I know somebody who is. Now, who would that be? Oh, you're a criminal, aren't you? Yeah. R.J.: Look, Vega and I are about to have a little street about to have a little street fight, and any little blond debutante that gets in the way is going to get smacked. Is going to get smacked. Jessica: I'm not going out of the restaurant, ok? Lindsay walks up. Lindsay: I think it's – (takes Jamie) Come here! R.J.: Well, that's a good idea. Lindsay: Yes. I am going to take her home and get her settled to leave you two to go at it. Jessica: Well, I didn't start this fight, now, did I? Lindsay: But then again, it's not really your fight, is it? Lindsay walks away with Jamie. Marcie is hovering in the background watching RJ and Jessica. R.J.: Jamie has family to take care of her. Jessica: Really? Family? I saw that. R.J., I love Jamie. I fed her. I changed her diapers. I watched her sleep! I was like -- R.J.: Her mother? No, that's a lie. You're nothing like her mother. What you were was her father's 24-hour conjugal babysitter, and he traded you in for Sonia and left his child. Now, if you want to give him the benefit of whatever it is you give him, fine. I'm here to protect Jamie. Jessica: R.J., Whatever it is that you think of me, Jamie belongs with her father. R.J.: Jamie belongs to who was there to take care of her while her father was off playing gangster. Jessica: That's not fair! He left Jamie with you to protect her. R.J.: Without any thought of Jamie or the consequences! Well, now the bill is due. So you chew on that next time you want to condemn me. Jessica: Ooh, RJ. You know, enjoy Jamie while she's young. Because the second that she can start thinking for herself, and after you've taught her to hate, she is going to turn right around and she is going to hate you because you were the one that took her away from her father. RJ raises his eyebrow and stares as Jessica. She flips her hair and walks over to the table where Marcie is sitting. She sits. Marcie: What was that about? Jessica: That was about me making things worse.
In John’s room, he and Michael are sitting on the edge of John’s bed. Michael: You be careful there, John. Starting to show some signs of happiness. John: Nah, it's just the sugar. Michael: So what's the deal with you and birthdays? John: I don't know, just don't see the big deal. Like someone shining a spotlight on you. On you. For what? Being born? Michael: Well, yeah, that's kind of the point, man. It's a celebration of you. John: Good for some people, not for me. Michael: Well, I guess we had sort of a breakthrough today. I mean, you ate some cupcake, you opened a birthday present. John stares at the picture. John: You know, this was taken about a week before the old man was shot. You'd think he wanted a couple of middleweights, the way he always he had us sparring like that. Right? Michael: "Hey, you don't have to take that crap off of him, smaller!" I hated being called "Mikey." Michael gets up and walks a few feet. John: So what do you got in your hand there, Mikey? Michael: Couple of box seats to the Phillies' season home opener. John: Ah. John walks over to Michael and takes the tickets. Michael: You can take Evangeline if you want, but you'll never get another present. John: Oh, well, then I’ll have to take her. Michael: You're not doing anything special, man? You sure? John: What do you think? Michael: Yeah, this is special. John: Come on, let's get out of here before mom calls "Happy Birthday." Hey. Michael: Yeah? John: Thanks for that. John extends his hand and he and Michael shake hands.
At The Palace, Jessica and Marcie are sitting at the table talking. Marcie: Jess, you’re not wrong, ok? You just gave RJ. Some of his own medicine. He's just a bully. Jessica: No, I should've sat here and kept my mouth shut. Marcie: No, the only reason he wins half the time is because no one will stand up to him. You just did. Jessica: Yeah, and I hope that Jamie and Antonio don't pay for that. Evangeline careens into the restaurant and approaches RJ’s table. RJ glances up at her. R.J.: What a day. Hello, stranger. Buy you a drink? Evangeline: Do you have any idea what you're up against? R.J.: Well, I'm sure you've been sent over here to tell me. Evangeline: There's no way in this world I'm going to let you take Jamie from Antonio. R.J.: What does Vega do to earn all this female admiration? A little machismo goes a long way. Evangeline: RJ, You're going down. R.J.: No, we really must do this more often. Evangeline: What, me sit here while you embarrass yourself? R.J.: You know, this time, counselor, the law is actually on my side. You see, Vega abandoned his daughter for months. And, you know, this personal vendetta you have against me is only going to hurt your client. Evangeline: Purely business. Beating you in court? That's just an added perk. R.J.: You know, is all of this drama really just because I rejected you? Evangeline: What? You rejected me? R.J.: I mean, let's get something straight. I love Jamie and when her father was off finding himself, I was the one who was here. I loved her, I clothed her, I fed her, I cared for her. And what was your client doing? Let's see. He turned on the police force, he turned his back on anyone who's ever cared for him, and threw in with a bunch of thieves. Now, I wonder what a judge is going to think. Evangeline: R.J., Antonio is not the only one with a past. That door swings both ways, and if you open it, you better be ready to walk through. R.J.: Now, why do you think Vega hired you? Because you're a woman? Because you're black? Evangeline: Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because I’m good. R.J.: Hmm. No, no, no. I think it's -- it's because he's going to look good either way, right? I mean, he's got a woman arguing for a motherless child, or an African American attorney fighting for a little, African American girl. Evangeline: Go to hell, R.J. R.J.: Well, so much for the witty repartee. Now, if you don't mind, my coffee's getting cold. Evangeline jumps up, flings her hair and rushes out of the restaurant just as Michael is coming in. She almost bumps into Michael. Michael: Hey, Evangeline. What's -- what's up? Evangeline brushes past him. Michael walks over to Jessica and Marcie. Michael: What's up with her? Marcie and Jessica look up at Michael just as Lindsay walks back into the restaurant and sits at RJ’s table. R.J.: Hey. How's Jamie? Did she go down for her nap? Lindsay: Jamie is fine. The problem's with you and me.
Later, Marcie excitedly fills Michael in on what happened between Jessica and RJ. Marcie: So then after Jessica told RJ off, Evangeline came in, and then they really got into it. Michael: She did seem pretty annoyed. About? Marcie: I don't know, maybe Jess – Jessica is looking off into the distance. Michael: Jessica? You ok? Jessica: Yeah, I just have… I’ll be back, ok? Jessica goes to the bar. She leans on it and rubs her head. Back at the table, Marcie and Michael watch her for a second. Michael: You think she's really ok? Marcie: I guess so. Michael: You look fantastic. Marcie: Oh. Thank you. Michael: I really miss this, you know -- hanging out, just you and me. Marcie: Me, too. I mean, it's weird, isn't it? Michael: What? Marcie: This, us trying to be so casual with someone that you know so well. Michael: Yeah. You know, it's like you had so many ways of being with somebody, but then to be because -- Marcie: Because we're not Michael: Right. But we're still close. Marcie: Yeah, I mean, that's ok, right? Michael: Of course, yeah. No, I mean, we shouldn't have to pretend that we're strangers just because we're not -- you know. Just friends, maybe it'll help us get to the other side of, you know, whatever this is. Michael: Yeah. Whatever this is. At RJ’s table, he and Lindsay continue their discussion. R.J.: Ok. R.J.: Ok. So another woman wants to tear into me today. Fine. Good. When you left with Jamie, you were on my side. Lindsay: That was until I heard you talk to Evangeline. R.J.: So you know she's trying to take my granddaughter from me and I'm not going to let that happen. Lindsay: That kind of passion can only come from one place. You're not over her, and you know it. R.J.: You are so far off base. Handing Evangeline her head has nothing to do with wanting her back. Lindsay: It doesn't? R.J.: Any passion you saw was my desire to keep my granddaughter. Lindsay: So all that passion was just about Jamie? R.J.: Yeah. Look, you want to see passion? I'll show you all you can handle, ok? Lindsay: Ok.
Wednesday, March 9, 2005 At The Palace Restaurant, Marcie and Michael are sitting at a table near the patio. Marcie: You know, I should go. I mean, you probably have to get to work anyway, right? Michael: No, actually, I have the night off. Marcie: Oh. Michael: But if you're busy, you know, you got things you got to do -- Marcie: Yeah, I have tons of things that I have to do. But, well, I’m not in a rush, though. Michael: Well, then stick around. Marcie: Yeah? Michael: You know, it's John's birthday, and I was thinking maybe that we could – Roxy: It's John's birthday? Is he having a party? Michael: Yes, yeah, it is, but -- Roxy: Well, he is now! Michael: No, no, no -- Roxy: Oh, yeah! Michael: No, Rox, I don't think that's such a good idea. Roxy: Hey, everybody loves a birthday party, especially me, so I’m going to gather the forces. All right, party, everybody! Roxy dances off to make her plans. Marcie: So if there really isn't a party, why did you mention John's birthday? Michael: I guess I was looking for a reason for you to stay? Roxy makes a phone call. Roxy: Hey, natty, why don't you ever pick up the phone? Ok, here's the deal -- it's Johnny McBain's Birthday, and you're going to throw him a surprise party. Roxy disconnects and spots Antonio and Jessica sitting at the bar. She prances over to them. Roxy: Hmm! I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds, but -- Jessica: We're not together, Roxy. Roxy: Oh, yeah. Sure, right. Just want to tell you that Natalie is throwing a surprise birthday bash for Johnny McBain. So I’m going to get the troops together. Can I count you in? Jessica: Well, I just spoke to Natalie a little while and she didn't mention anything about a party. Roxy: Well, it's just a spurt of-the-moment thing. So, you know, we're going to set everything up, and then she's going to bring the birthday boy over. Jessica: Uh -- ok, sure. Can you stay? Antonio: Sure. Yeah. Roxy: All right! We're going to rock! Roxy rushes off. Antonio: Ahem. Jessica: Did you know it was John's birthday? Antonio: No, no, that's not the kind of thing that comes up at a firing range. Are you sure you can stay? Jessica: Why not? I mean, it sounds like fun, I guess, and when's the last time we did something simple and normal like celebrate a friend's birthday party? At the table by the patio, Marcie and Michael continue their conversation. Marcie: Michael, do we really need an excuse every time we want to spend time together? Michael: I guess not. I don't know what the rules are anymore. Marcie: Neither do I. I wanted to talk to you the other day after you told me about Hudson. I wanted to call you back. You know, I was upset and I didn't want to be alone, but I cannot keep turning to you every time something goes wrong. It's not your responsibility to make me feel better. Michael: No, I don't think that's true. I think – Roxy rushes over to the table. Roxy: This is so great. Natalie is going to throw a surprise party for your brother -- and, of course, you're invited. Can you stay? Michael: Yeah, yeah, we'll stay, but I want to make sure that I can get out of the way when my brother goes ballistic. Roxy: Oh, no, come on, he's going to love it. Rock the palace! Whoo! Michael walks out onto the patio and Marcie follows him. Marcie: So I guess we're celebrating your brother's birthday after all, huh? Michael: Yeah, I got to tell you, Marcie, I’m serious, my brother really, really hates birthdays. Marcie: Oh, come on, Michael. Michael: No, I'm serious. Listen, listen, the best thing to do on my brother's birthday is let him crawl into a hole for 24 hours and pretend that it never happened.
Meanwhile at the police station, Natalie hasn’t listened to Roxy’s message but she discovered it was John’s birthday by looking at the calendar file kept on Marcie’s computer. She congratulates him and hugs him just in time for Evangeline to walk in and see them hugging and to learn it’s John’s birthday and he didn’t tell her. John: I'm not a big fan of birthdays. I didn't tell anyone. Natalie: Actually, I found out about it on the PD computer. Evangeline: What were you doing on the PD computer? Natalie: Well, I work here now. I took over Marcie’s position, and today's my first day. Evangeline: I see. So you work here now. Well. Natalie: Yeah. I mean, I thought John would've told you by now. Evangeline: I'm sure it just slipped his mind. Bo walks out into the main room. Bo: Natalie, I’m going to step out for a little while, so if anybody calls in about Blair Cramer, you can reach me on my cell phone. John: See you later, Bo. Bo: Ok. Natalie: You know what, guys, excuse me. I've got to ask Uncle Bo a question. Evangeline: So, this must just be my day for surprises. John: I just found out about Natalie, ok? It's -- it's a temporary thing. It's not a big deal. Evangeline: And your birthday? John: I like to ignore it. Evangeline: Of course. Of course you do. John: What's the problem? Evangeline: You're not that clueless, John. John: Apparently, I am. Hey, don't you guys have work to do? Look, I don't want to do this here. Come on, let's go somewhere else. Come on, I’ll buy you a soda. John and Evangeline leave. Later, Natalie is on the phone talking to Roxy. Roxy: Hold on a sec. Did you get my message? Natalie: No, I've been busy. I haven't checked them in a few hours. What's going on? Roxy: Ok, honey, it's all set. You are going to throw a surprise party for Johnny McBain. Natalie: What? Roxy: It's all set. All you have to do is show up. Natalie: Roxanne, how could you do something like this? Roxy: Because, baby, it's his birthday, and Mikey says Johnny McBain is going to be all alone tonight, and you'll get a jump on Evangeline and get a couple of yucks off it. Natalie: You got to cancel it now. Roxy: No, it's all set up. Everybody's waiting! Natalie: Too bad, I won't be there, and, thank god, neither will John. Roxy: Why not? Natalie: Because if I’m guessing right, john and Evangeline are in the middle of a big argument, and the last place they'd go to do that is the palace. Evangeline and John stroll into The Palace. Evangeline: Why are we here? John: Because you say we end all our arguments in bed. Evangeline: You saying we don't? John: Well, tonight's going to be different, all right? We're going to figure this thing out, and it'll be because we understand each other, not because I have a hard time keeping my hands off you. Evangeline: You shouldn't say things like that if sex is off-limits. John: That's why we're in a public place. So look, what made you angrier? Was it not knowing it was my birthday or that Natalie knew and you didn't? Evangeline: It's part of the same thing, John. I'm your girlfriend, for god's sakes. But I'm not going to make a big deal about your birthday if you don't want me to. John: Then what the hell are we fighting about? Maitre d': Your table's ready, sir. John: Oh, thank you. Evangeline: I'm not going to totally ignore it, either. John: Even if I want you to? Evangeline: John, don't you get it? It would please me to do something nice for you on your birthday, you know, something special. Just me and you. Everyone burst through the patio door. All: Surprise! Everyone: (sings; Michael is particularly loud and off-key) For he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow which nobody can deny which nobody can deny which nobody can deny for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow John and Evangeline stare at everyone with shocked expressions on their faces. Evangeline: Hope you don't think I arranged this. John: Not even close. Michael: Don't look at me, bro. We had our annual birthday fight this morning. John: Hmm. Marcie: Happy Birthday, John, even if you do hate it. John: Thank you, Marcie. Did I let something slip this morning at the gun range? Antonio: No. John: No? Antonio: Happy Birthday. Jessica: Happy Birthday. John: Thanks, thanks. Evangeline: Ok, come clean. If it wasn't you, who was it? Michael: I think it was Natalie. John: Not a chance. Jessica: Well, Roxy did the inviting, but she said it was Natalie’s idea.
Later on the patio, John and Evangeline have a major discussion about what Evangeline expects from John on his birthday. They walk back into the restaurant and pass Michael and Marcie who are once again sitting at the table by the patio. Michael: I had a really good time tonight. Marcie: Me, too. Thanks for inviting me. Michael: Well, thank Roxy. Marcie: Hmm -- you know, Natalie never showed up. You think she really had anything to do with this whole thing? Michael: Who cares. It felt good hanging out with you tonight. Marcie: Yeah, it did. Michael: So -- um -- if I want to call you, you know, to go out to dinner or have a cup of coffee, I should, right? Marcie: Yeah. Michael: I mean, you wouldn't mind? Marcie: No, no, it would be great. I mean, friends, right? We're friends, and friends do that all the time, don't they? Michael: Yeah. Marcie: And I could call you? Michael: Yeah. Yeah, definitely. Marcie? I really wanted to be with you the night Hudson died. I just wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or if you'd even want me there. Marcie: No, I really wanted you there. Marcie gets anxious and teary eyed. She jumps up and walks away from the table. Marcie: You know, I got to -- I got to go because I'm planning a memorial service for Hudson. I just got to – Michael gets up and follows her. Michael: Well, hey, hey, hey. Marcie stops and faces him. Michael: Uh -- do you think maybe you could use a hand? Marcie: (smiles and nods) Yeah. I think I could.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
At the front door of Llanfair, Antonio and Jessica say good night. Jessica: I had a great time tonight. Antonio: Yeah, me, too. At the front door of the Love House, Marcie and Michael say good night. Marcie: This was fun. Michael: Yeah. It was. Marcie: I mean, everybody seemed to have a really good time, didn't they? Michael: Yeah, everybody except the birthday boy. Marcie: John will get over it. Michael: Yeah, sure, he will. At Llanfair, Antonio and Jessica talk about the party. Jessica: I ate way too much birthday cake. Antonio: Sure was good, though. Jessica: Yeah. Delicious. At the Love House, Marcie and Michael talk about the party. Marcie: I think you had three pieces. Michael: Yeah, but who's counting? Marcie: So, I mean, I guess you're not hungry, right? Because, you know, i was thinking that maybe if you, you know, wanted to come in for a snack or something -- Michael: Well, who says I need to be hungry? Marcie: Hmm -- well, nobody. So then, you want to? Michael: Yeah. I mean, if it's ok. Marcie: Yeah. You know, I could use the company. I mean, to help me -- to help me plan Hudson’s memorial. At Llanfair, Antonio and Jessica decide that a security check is in order. Jessica: It's just to do a security check. You don't have to stay or anything. Antonio: I'll stay as long as you want me to. Jessica: I may be just being paranoid. I'd just feel a lot better if you took a look around. Antonio: Here, let me help you. At the Love House, Marcie is anxious and decides she wants to keep Michael to her self for a moment longer. Marcie: Let's -- let's not go in just yet, ok? Michael: Is something wrong? Marcie: No. No. It's just a nice night. Michael: Come on. It's me. Marcie: I guess I'm just not ready to start planning Hudson’s memorial, that's it. Michael: Well, that's understandable. You've had more than your fair share of people you care about passing away. Marcie: Yeah. You know, I'll be fine. Really, I just -- I -- you know, I just need another minute, that's all. Michael: Take as long as you want. Marcie: So, how are things at the hospital? Michael: Well, you know, good. Marcie: Yeah? Michael: Hectic. Marcie: So, yeah, I mean, you must not really get out a lot. Michael: Well, not much. I mean, you know. Marcie: Yeah. So I guess it really doesn't leave you time to go out, you know, with friends, I mean. Michael: Well, no, I mean, I do, occasionally. Marcie, what do you want to know? Marcie: Nothing, nothing. I'm just curious. I mean, can't a girl be curious? Michael: I'm not seeing anybody. Marcie: Me, either. Michael and Marcie: Good. They both laugh. Marcie: That felt good. Michael: What? Marcie: Us. Laughing. You know? Feeling -- feeling lighthearted again, even if it's just for a moment. Being with someone who knows me. I'm really glad you're here. Michael: Me, too. Marcie: You know, it's funny. When we broke up, I really didn't know what to do with myself. I kept running around, trying to keep myself busy. I did everything I possibly could just so I didn't think about it. Michael: Yeah, yeah. I pulled doubles at the hospital, so many that the patients started to think I actually lived there. Marcie: You know what's crazy? I thought all I had to do was talk to my best friend about it. So I did. I called jen and we cried and we laughed, and I thought it would help me figure everything out. Only problem is, is -- well, you're my best friend, and I don't know what to do about that. Michael: I don't know that you have to do anything about it. I'm still your best friend. Marcie: Want to go inside? Michael nods yes and Marcie opens the door. In the foyer, Julie, Mark and Nick are sitting or standing near the round table looking at photographs. Marcie: Hey. Mark: Hey. Marcie: What are you guys doing? Julie: We're going through some pictures from last summer. Nick: Oh, we really had some good times then. Mark: Remember this? Marcie gasps Marcie: Me and Hudson at Search and Destroy. Mark: That was the night you won. Nick: Yeah, that was the night I made an idiot of myself. Everyone laughs. Marcie: No, it wasn't that bad. Mark: I don't know. It was pretty -- Marcie: Actually, it was pretty funny. Nick: Wait, how did Hudson put it? "It sounded worse than a car alarm at 3:00 in the morning." It was nice. Julie: I miss him already. Nick: Yeah, him and his big ideas. Marcie: Oh, he had a lot of them, didn't he? He was going to make it big one day. I still can't believe he's gone. Michael: Hey, Marcie, this might be a good time to tell everybody about your idea for the memorial. Mark: Oh, what memorial? Marcie: Well, I mean, I know Hudson’s family is having one, but I don't know, I thought maybe we could have one, too. Nick: Yeah, I'm down for that. Mark: Yeah. Let me know what I can do. Michael: I told Marcie that I’d like to help, as well. Mark: Cool. Marcie: Well, since we're all here, you know, maybe we could start planning it tonight. What do you think? We could use these pictures and make a collage or something? Nick: Yeah, I'm going to need some more beer. Marcie: Ugh -- Nick: Anybody want to go on a beer run with me? Mark: You're out of money, aren't you? Nick: Yeah. Michael: Yeah. Looks like you two guys had a couple of beers. I'll drive. Mark: Oh, hey, we can pick up some pizzas on the way. Marcie: Cheese -- I like cheese. Mark: Cheese, yeah. They all leave and Julie turns to Marcie. Julie: So I thought you and Michael broke up. Marcie: Oh, we did. We're just friends still, that's all. Julie: Hmm. You know, I haven't seen you together in a while, but, you know, it doesn't really look any different to me.
Later Marcie and Julie are sitting on the floor in the living room. Marcie: You know what? Michael is just confusing. You know, Al was never that way. Maybe -- maybe it was at first, you know. But then it got great. It was perfect. You know, I thought we'd be together for the rest of our life. Julie: Maybe this is too much for you. Marcie: No. No, it's really not. It's just -- you know, Hudson was young, and so was al. They both had so much going for them. They had the rest of their lives ahead of them. I just don't understand why it has to happen. Julie: You still have so much. Marcie: Yeah. Yeah, I do. I have friends like you. Julie: Even if we weren't at first? Marcie: I never took it personally. You didn't like anybody. Julie: Except Michael. I thought he was really hot. Marcie: Excuse me? Julie: Gotcha. Marcie: You did -- I don't -- I really -- I don't know what you're talking about. Julie: You're jealous. You are jealous. Marcie: No, I'm not. No, I'm not. I mean, I shouldn't be. Julie: But you are. Marcie: I'm not. Julie: You are. You're still in love with him. It's all over your face. There is a sound of the front door closing and Michael walks into the living room carrying a box of pizza followed by Nick and Mark. Michael: Hey. Marcie: Hey. Michael: Who wants pizza? Julie gets up and rushes to Michael. Julie: Oh, my god, I could kiss you. I'm starving. Marcie raises her eyebrow at the “I could kiss you” phrase. Nick: Oh, wait, so you're actually going to eat that? Julie: I've gained five pounds and you didn't even notice? Nick: I noticed you're looking fine recently. Michael checks out Julie. Michael: Yeah, Julie, you -- you do look really good. Julie’s cell phone rings. Julie: Ooh, Marcie? Marcie: Yeah. Julie: Help Michael hand out the pizza? Marcie: Sure. Come on, guys. Marcie carries the pizza to the table in the foyer. Julie’s cell phone rings again. She answers it. Marcie: Come on, guys. Come and get it. Ow. Michael: Sorry. Marcie: It's all right. Yo, Nick, think fast. Nick: Oh -- oh -- hey, Mike, you want a shower? Michael: Don't even think about it, tough guy. Marcie: Here you go. Mark: Thank you. Marcie: There you go, guys. Nick: Thank you. It's a little piece. Marcie: Oh, you'll get another one. Shut up. Here you go. Mark and Nick go into the living room. Michael: I got you a root beer. I know how you don't like to drink. Marcie: Hmm. Thanks. Julie: Well, I'm really sorry to bail on you guys, but that was my new boss. He's taking the office out to drinks on the company's dime, and I've got to put in an appearance. So I won't be able to help you out with Hudson’s memorial. Marcie: Oh, that's ok. Hudson would want you to go. He would tell you to go. Michael: Yeah, have fun. Marcie: Good luck. Julie: (smiles at Marcie) You, too. Julie leaves. Michael looks at Marcie. Marcie: What? Michael: What was that about with Julie? Marcie: I -- Michael: So, what was that all about, huh? Why did Julie just wish you luck? Marcie: It was about my book. I mean, what else would she be wishing me good luck about, right? Michael: I don't know. When we came in with the pizzas, you two were definitely in some sort of a huddle. Marcie: That was -- that was just girl stuff, Michael. That's all it was. Michael: Oh, yeah, girl stuff. That's code for butt out. Marcie giggles. Marcie: So, you guys find any good pictures -- you pig. Mark: Yeah. I thought that might be good to blow up. Marcie: Oh, yeah, that's great. Michael: Hey, you know what? I got to take off. Marcie: Why? Why so soon? Michael: Well, I have early rounds at the hospital tomorrow. Marcie: Ok. Michael: I'm sorry. Guys, I'll see you. Nick: All right. Cool, man. Hey, thanks for springing for the beer. Mark: Thanks. Michael: Oh, anytime, fellas. Nick: Cool. Michael: See you. Marcie: Well, so, I guess -- I mean, I guess I’ll see you sometime soon, then, huh? Michael: Yeah. You'll see me at Hudson’s memorial service. Marcie: Well, you know, I was thinking, if you wanted to come by before then -- you know, like you said, you wanted to help out with the service and the memorial, so I was -- Michael: Count on it. Michael leaves. Marcie closes the door and smiles.
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