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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 38
Episode 24 Hyperion Delights & Opposing Points of View
Friday, October 8, 2004 At the diner in Angel Square, Michael and Marcie are sitting in a booth. Michael: Man. I thought I was never going to
get out of there tonight. How come you didn't you call me? I left a bunch of
messages. Marcie: Oh, I'm sorry. I shut my phone off. I
really didn't want to talk to anybody, you know? I mean, how can my father treat
my brother Eric that way? Did you see the look in my brother's eyes? Michael: I see a lot of pain in yours. That's
why I left you all those messages. Marcie: You left me more than one? Michael: I wanted to show you how much I love
you. Marcie: All right. I'll listen to them now,
even if I have to listen to a million messages from my brother and my father. (cuts
on cell phone and checks her messages) You know, I'm just so sick and tired
of all the anger and -- Michael: What? Marcie: Michael, there's a message here from a
212 area code. Michael: Manhattan. Marcie: Yeah, which can only mean one thing --
that Gretchen Young, the editor of Hyperion, called me. She probably just called
to tell me how much she hates my novel. Michael: Or how much she loves it. Marcie: No, she probably called to tell me
that I shouldn't even have bothered her. It's too long, it's too dull, it's too
stupid. Michael: Marcie -- Marcie: What? Michael: You have to check that message. Marcie: No, I don’t. Michael: Yes, you do. Marcie: No, I don’t. Michael: Yes. Do it now. Marcie: Fine. Michael takes the phone and listens to the message. Marcie: So what do you think? I mean, she
really liked it, right? Michael: Yeah, and she said that you should
call her. Marcie: Oh, my God, she liked my book. Michael: Yes, and she said that you should
call her on her cell phone any time. Marcie: It's too late. Michael: Any time. Marcie: She liked it. She really liked it. Michael: And now you should call her. Marcie: No, but, you know, maybe I'll call her
tomorrow, you know, or maybe the next day, maybe. Michael: Here. Marcie: Michael, what are you doing? Michael,
give me my phone. Michael. Michael: Oh, you made me listen to that
message twice. I remember the number. Marcie: No, Michael, give me back that phone.
It is too late to call her, Michael. I'm serious! Michael: She's a New Yorker. It's never too
late to call those people. Marcie: Yeah, but what if you wake her up?
She's going to hate me forever. She might change her mind. Michael: It's ringing. Marcie: Michael, hang up. Please hang up. What
if she doesn't -- hello. Yes, hi. Hi, Ms. Young. Well -- this is Marcie Walsh.
Yeah. Marcie listens to Young’s response. Marcie: Sure, that -- that sounds really
great, Ms. Young. I'm sorry. I mean Gretchen. All right, well, I'll see you
then. Bye. Michael: Somebody's going to New York. Marcie: I'm going to New York! Michael: Yeah, because somebody loved her
book. Marcie: She really liked it, Michael. She
loved it. She's going to pay for the hotel, she's going to take me out to
dinner, and they want to push the publication date as fast as they possibly can.
Michael: That is incredible. Man, I wish that
they served champagne here, but they don't serve champagne here. Marcie: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I'm going to need a dress. I'm going to need to get my hair done. Michael, you know this is all because of you, right? You know, because you pushed me. I love you.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004 At Llanview University, Shannon, Julie, Mark and Nick are waiting in Viki’s office. Shannon: Oh, man, I'm glad to see you guys.
When I got the call to meet with President Davidson, I thought I was in trouble.
Julie: So did I, until I saw these guys in the
lobby. Mark: Yeah, but this isn't one of our
scheduled meetings. Something must be up. Nick: What did you do this time, Shannon? Marcie: Oh, thank god I'm not late! I was
getting ready to leave for New York. You know, I'm meeting with the editor who's
handling my book? She's taking me out to dinner tomorrow night, and every single
outfit that I own just looks awful. Julie: You look fine! Marcie: That's because I changed five times! Mark: Marcie, you look great. Viki: Oh, hello, everyone. I'm glad you're all
here. Thank you for coming. I've actually already met with Hudson, Riley, and
Jen, so, please, get seats and sit down, and there's something very important I
need to talk to you about, ok? Marcie: Ok. Shannon: Ok, look, whatever's wrong, I just
want to say that I did not do it. Viki: I want you all to know that everyone --
from Arthur Love himself all the way to the Llanview Chamber of Commerce -- is
absolutely thrilled with the work that you've all done at the community center. Julie: But we're not finished yet. Viki: No, but you will be by November 19. Marcie: Well, that's kind of a weird date. Viki: Well, we chose that date because we'd
like to have our thanksgiving dinner for the homeless then. Mark: Cool. Shannon: Yeah, who'd have thought -- a bunch
of losers actually building something useful. Viki: You lot are about as far from losers as
anyone could possibly get. You rebuilt something that was badly needed and gave
yourselves a lot of new insights in the process. Nick: Yeah, whether we liked it or not. Mark: You know you like it. You just don't
want to admit it. Nick: See what I have to deal with? Viki: Congratulations to all of you,
seriously. Go and finish, and I'll see you all on November 19. Marcie: Thank you. Nick: Cool. Julie: Thank you. Marcie: Whew. Well -- I guess I'll see you
when i get back from my trip. Shannon: What -- Marcie: Well, remember? I told you I was going
on that trip with the editor for -- Rex: Hey, Shannon -- ahem. Come on, we're out
of here. Shannon: Yeah, ok. Marcie: Well, I -- I guess I'll see you guys
after my trip, ok? Mark: Good luck. Julie: Whatever. Viki: Marcie, I hope your meeting is a great
success. Marcie: Thank you. Viki: You're welcome. Marcie: I'll see you later. Viki: Have a safe trip. Marcie: Thank you. Bye. Viki: Bye. At the hospital, Michael is attending to Asa. Michael: Ok, Mr. Buchanan. Everything looks
ok. I'm going to let you get some rest. Asa: Hell, all I do is rest. Michael: Really? From what I can see, you got
guests in here day and night. Oh -- in case you care, I think your mind's sharp
as a tack. Michael walks out into the hallway.
Marcie is waiting for him. Marcie: Michael? Michael, we should really get
going. I'm sorry that I'm late, but I didn't like the other outfit that I had
on, so I went home and I got changed, and this is probably all wrong, too, but I
don't really have anything that's right, so this has to be right. Right? Michael: I don't think that this Gretchen
Young woman is going to care what you're wearing. I think all she cares about is
your book, Marcie. Marcie: Yeah, but does this make me look
dumpy? Later, Jen is at the hospital as well. She is still disturbed by her encounter with Paul and has a flashback: Paul's voice: I tell you what -- stop by my
hotel room -- looking hot as you always do -- and make me happy for a couple of
hours, and I'll give you the tape. Jen: What? Paul: Jen, this is not an option. Jen: I can't! Me and Riley -- Paul: Oh, right, right, right. Riley, hmm.
Your boyfriend's not going to find out about it, ok? I mean, you don't want your
mom and Rex doing it to go over the Internet, do you? Marcie sees Jen. Marcie: Jen? Jen: Hi. Marcie: Michael went to get changed, and then
we can go, ok? Jen: Yeah, I -- I brought you something. Marcie: You did? Jen: Yeah. I figured with your lunches and
your meetings and everything, you're going to need a nice power suit to wear. Marcie: Oh, my god! You got me something? I
think that's great! I can't -- I can't believe it! Oh, my -- Jen, this is --
it's beautiful! It's -- it's perfect! Look at this! Look at that! I can't --
thank you. Michael walks up. Marcie: Michael? Michael, look what Jen bought
me! (laughs) Michael: Wow. That is really nice. Marcie: Thank you! Jen: You're welcome. Marcie: Are you sure you're ok? Jen: Yeah, I'm -- I'm fine. Why don't we go
ahead and get going? Marcie: Ok. Michael: Yeah. Yeah. Come on, guys.
In the meanwhile, Shannon meets with Rex. Shannon: Look, please tell me what's going on.
Rex: Put it this way, nobody's going to be
accusing you of vandalism at the Love Center anymore. Shannon: How come? Rex: Let's just say I made sure there wouldn't
be any more vandalism before it opens. Shannon: Wait a minute. You know who's behind this? Oh, my god. Was it you? At the train station, Marcie, Michael and Jen
are sitting on a bench. Marcie: Jen, are you sure you're ok? You look
-- you're so quiet. Jen: I'm fine. Michael: We can't board for another 10
minutes, so I guess we'll just wait here. Marcie: Ok. Michael: Anybody from the love crew say
anything about your trip? Marcie: Well, President Davidson ended the
meeting, and, you know, people have their lives to lead, so -- but I don't know,
I got to admit, I kind of thought we were all starting to become really good
friends, you know? Jen: Me, too. I kind of thought some of them
would at least show up to see you off. Marcie: That's ok. Michael: No, it's not. Somebody should be here
to wish you luck. Julie, Nick, and Mark suddenly appear with a
sign. Julie: Will this do? Marcie: What's going on? Marcie laughs. Marcie: You guys are crazy! In the meanwhile, Shannon and Rex continue
their conversation. Shannon: I said I was sorry. Come on, you have
to forgive me. It's just that you're being so mysterious tonight. Rex: Just know you won't be getting blamed for
the vandalism, ok, because it won't be happening. Shannon: What is this about? The money you owe
R.J.? Did you pay him off? Rex: No, no, no, forget that, ok? R.J. And i
have reached an understanding. Now, for the last news flash of the evening, I
won't be hanging out at the love shack anymore. Shannon: Oh. Ok, well, I get it. You brought
me here and gave me this little "oh, everything's going to be fine"
speech so that you could dump me. Hmm? Fine. Rex: No, no, no, Shannon, Shannon -- no, look
on the bright side. The reason I won't have time to be hanging out at the shack
any more is because I got my club back. Ultra Violet is mine again. Shannon: Rex, that's fantastic. Rex: Life's good, Shannon. Get used to it.
Because you and I are going on one long, happy ride. At the train station, it’s time for Marcie
and Michael to board the train. Marcie: I'm nervous. Nick: Hey, kick some butt in the big apple,
Walsh. Mark: Yeah, you knock that editor for a loop. Marcie: Thank you, guys, for everything, and
thanks for the suit, Jen. Jen: Good luck. Julie: See you soon? Marcie: Yes. Michael: Ok, kiddo, time to go. Marcie: All right. Bye, guys. All: Bye! Marcie: Thanks! Michael: See you later, guys.
Thursday, October 14, 2004 In NYC, Michael and Marcie are in the lobby of their hotel. Marcie: Oh, my God, Michael, I think I lost
the address to the restaurant. Michael: Are you sure it was in your purse? Marcie: Yes! Michael: Well, ok. Well, you know, if you
can't find it, you just call that Gretchen woman, tell her that you can't find
-- Marcie: Michael, this is my one big chance! A
real editor wants to talk to me about "The Killing Club." I cannot
call her and tell her that I lost the address to the restaurant! She'll think
I’m a complete idiot! I found it. Ok. The restaurant is really, really fancy.
Do I look ok? Am I dressed nicely enough? Maybe I should go home and change my
outfit. Michael: Marcie? Marcie: What? Michael: Breathe. Again. You look great. Marcie: Thanks. Michael: Your meeting is going to be great. Marcie: Ok. Michael: And this Gretchen woman already told
you that she loves your book, ok? Marcie: Yeah, you're right, you're right. I'm
being silly. Michael: Yeah. Marcie: All right, wish me luck. Michael: Come here. Hey -- Marcie: Yes? Michael: You don't need any luck. Marcie leaves. Dorian walks up. Michael: Dorian! Dorian: Michael! Michael: What are you doing here? Dorian: I'm here on a shopping expedition,
going to take Madison Avenue by storm. What about you? It's quite a coincidence
running into you here. Michael: Yeah, it is. Are you staying at this
hotel? Dorian: Yes, I am. Michael: Oh. Dorian: And you? Michael: Me and Marcie are staying here, as
well. Dorian: Michael, isn't it a bit pricey? Michael: Well, Marcie is meeting with the
editor from Hyperion books. They're paying for everything. Dorian: My goodness, I had no idea Marcie was
a writer. Michael: Well, it's her first novel. It's
called "The Killing Club." The guys at Hyperion -- they like it, you
know, so hopefully, they're going to publish it. Dorian: That would be wonderful! Michael: Yeah, it would, right? Eric walks up to Dorian and Michael. Dorian: Oh! Eric: Hey, Michael? Michael: Hey. Eric: Hey, I thought that was you. Michael: Yeah. Eric: What are you -- what are you doing in
New York? Michael: Oh, well, I'm here for Marcie’s
meeting. Eric: That's right; it's her big day, right?
Hyperion books. Michael: Yep. Eric: Wow, good for her. Hi. I'm Eric Walsh.
I'm Marcie’s brother. Dorian: Oh, hello. Michael: I'm -- I’m so sorry. That's really
rude of me. I'm sorry. Eric Walsh, this is Dr. Dorian Lord. She is Chief of
Staff at Llanview Hospital and my boss. Dorian: Oh. Eric: My pleasure. Dorian: No, my pleasure. Michael: So, what brings you down? Eric: Oh, just business. My ad agency in
Boston might merge with one in New York, so I came to meet with the creative
team -- you know, introductory meeting. This is crazy, huh, running into you? Michael: I know. What are the chances of
running into two people that I know here in the city? Dorian: Well, I have to be going. My credit
cards need exercising. I hope you and Marcie have a wonderful time here and that
she gets a big book contract. And it was so nice to meet you -- Eric: Eric. Dorian: Eric. Eric: Wait a minute -- now I've got it. Dorian
Lord. You were once married to El Toro Santi. Dorian: I was married to Manuel Santi many
years ago, briefly. Eric: Yeah. One of my sister's friends wrote a
series of articles about the Santi family in one of the Llanview papers -- the
"Banner Sun," I think. Michael: That was Jessica Buchanan. Dorian: Yeah. Eric: Yeah, and Marcie wanted me to check it
out online, and your name just kind of jumped out at me -- Dorian Lord. Dorian: Mm-hmm. Oh, I wish my name hadn't been
mentioned in those articles. Eric: Yeah, the profile on El Toro Santi made
him seem like a kind of scary guy. Dorian: I was very lucky to get away from him
when I did. But that's all in the past. I'm now engaged to a wonderful man. Eric: Well, congratulations. I'm engaged, too.
Dorian: Oh, congratulations to you. I hope the
lucky young lady was able to come with you. New York City can be an incredibly
romantic town. Eric: Yeah. Actually, there's a lucky guy. Michael: Eric's gay. Eric: Thanks for clarifying that, Michael. Michael: Hmm. Dorian: I think it's wonderful that you and
your partner are going to be married. However, regardless of gender, may I
suggest a prenup? Now, I’ve got to go because there's a lovely little boutique
I want to get to before it closes -- oh, a fabulous new designer. Dorian leaves. Later Michael and Eric are sitting in the hotel lobby. Michael: So, I wonder how Marcie’s meeting
is going. You know, she was pretty nervous. Eric: Yeah. Can I talk to you about something,
Michael? Michael: Yeah. Eric: I don't want to make you feel
uncomfortable. If I say anything -- Michael: Listen, say whatever you want, ok?
You be straight with me. Eric: Actually, I can’t. It's a joke.
"Be straight with," I'm gay -- Michael: Yeah. Eric: Uh-huh. Michael: Joke -- I got you. Yeah, I'm sorry.
I'm just a little distracted -- you know, Marcie’s meeting and everything. Eric: Yeah. You know, Marcie tells me you have
some problems with me marrying James. Michael: No. Ok. At first I had some trouble
wrapping my head around it, but I get it. I mean, you guys are -- you're in
love, right? Eric: Yeah, we are. And I know my sister loves
you very much. Michael: Well, I love her, too. Eric: Yeah. Marcie and I have always been
really close, you know, and I want her to be a big part of my life with James. I
want to make sure you're ok with that. Michael: Of course. Eric: Ok, because we're probably going to have
her sing at the wedding, too. And when James and I start a family, we'll
probably have Marcie be the Godmother. Michael: Um -- you and James are planning on
having a family? Eric: Yeah, definitely, when we get married
and raise some money, maybe buy a house. Why, you don't want to be a father? Michael: No, no, of course. I -- I want to be
a father. It's just -- Eric: What? Michael: Well -- Eric: Oh. You think it's wrong for a gay
couple to have children. Michael: Uh -- no, no, no, ok, I didn't say
that I think that it's -- ahem. You know what? Honestly, I really haven't given
it any thought. But it could be hard on the kid. Eric: What do you mean? Michael: I mean people might give him a hard
time, you know? Kids might tease him. Eric: Yeah, well, I hope not. We're going to
try to pick a community that's a little more open. But you're right; people can
be ignorant and cruel. Michael: And that's ok with you, that this
situation could possibly hurt your child? Eric: No, Michael, I hate it, but that's the
world we live in, ok? That's the world that our children are going to have to
live in. James and I really want to be great parents, and I think we will be.
We're both going to love and support our children unconditionally. And I think
that's the -- that's the best thing a parent can do, gay or straight. Michael,
you say you're cool with the idea of me marrying -- Michael: I am cool. Eric: Well, then, if you're cool with me
marrying James, then you should be cool with the idea that we have the same
rights you do, and that includes starting a family. Michael: I -- I don't know. I -- I guess
you're right, you know? I mean, being gay doesn't necessarily mean that you'd be
a bad parent. Eric: No, of course not. I think anyone who
would think that is -- well, we don't even want to go there, right? Michael: Right. Awhile later, Marcie rushes into the lobby. Marcie: Eric? What are you doing here? Eric: Hey. Marcie: Hi. Eric: Just a freak coincidence. I guess New
York isn't such a big town, after all, huh? Marcie: So, what have you guys been doing? You
just been hanging out? Michael: How did your meeting go? Marcie: Oh, Gretchen is so nice. And the
restaurant was fantastic. It was Japanese. Gretchen had sushi, but I don't
really like sushi, so I had shrimp tempura. And then they gave us these little
hot towels where you could wipe your hands. Michael: The book, Marcie. What did she think
of the book? "The Killing Club"? Marcie: Oh, my book. They want to publish it. Michael: Really? Marcie: Really! Michael: Yes! All right! Eric: Congratulations. My little sister, the
famous author. Marcie: Well, I'm not famous yet. Eric: Yeah, just a matter of time. And don't
forget your big brother when you win the Pulitzer. Marcie: There's no way I could forget you. You
know that. Michael: Ok, so I want to hear everything, all
the details. Come on, spit it out! Marcie: All right, all right. Like I said,
Gretchen is really nice, and she's smart and she's pretty and she believes in
me. She thinks I’m talented. Michael: Well, you are talented. Marcie: Oh, and -- and she's already lined up
this special designer to create the cover. His name was Chip Kidd. Eric: Yeah, yeah, he's really famous. Marcie: Really? Eric: Yeah. Marcie: Maybe I should look him up online. Michael: So when's the book being published? Marcie: I -- I don't know. Michael: Well, how much are you getting paid? Marcie: I don't know. Michael: Marcie! Marcie: Well, I was really excited! I couldn't
believe that it was all happening, but Gretchen told me that I had to get a
literary agent, and she gave me some names, so I guess, you know, they'll take
care of all that kind of stuff. Michael: Well, you know -- I mean, I could be
your agent. I'll take my commission out in trade. Marcie: Come on! Listen, I want to take you
guys out to celebrate. Can we go to that famous dessert place? What's the name
of it? You know the one where they serve the frozen hot chocolate? Eric: Oh, yeah, Happenstance. I'd love to, but
I got to get back to Boston, catch the shuttle bus -- Marcie: Oh. No, come on. Are you sure? Eric: Yeah. Marcie: All right, well, then I guess that
leaves me and you. You want to go back to Llanview and just celebrate, the both
of us? Michael: Have you ever known me to turn an
invitation like that down? Marcie: No, but you could not talk like that
in front of my brother. So I’ll call you tomorrow, ok? I'll tell you all about
it. Eric: All right. Congratulations. Marcie: Thank you. Tell James I said hello. Eric: All right, will do. And take care,
Michael. Michael: You, too. Hey, listen, I’m glad we
had that little talk. Eric: Yeah, me, too. Michael: You gave me a lot to think about. Eric: You hurt my sister, I'll kill you. Marcie: What was that about? Michael: Guy stuff.
At the train station, a man witnesses Evangeline and John smooching. He is clearly irritated by what he sees and when John leaves he approaches Evangeline. Evangeline: Excuse me! Man: You know, God made people a different
color for a reason, honey. He wants you to stick with your own race. Evangeline: Get out of my way! Man: Well, what do you think you are? Evangeline: Someone who has worked too hard to
be fazed by you. Man: Oh, one of those affirmative-action
types. Evangeline: Get out of my way! Man: Or -- or what? Evangeline: This is one of the proudest days
of my life, and I'm not going to let it be ruined by an ignorant bigot like you!
Man: It's time somebody put you in your place,
bitch! And I'm going to be the one to do it! Evangeline: Get your hand off of me! Man: Or what? You're going to get your -- sic
your white boyfriend on me? Guess what -- he's not here to save you! Evangeline: Ow! Michael and Marcie walk up and see the man
attacking Evangeline. Michael
rushes over to help her. Michael: Hey! What are you doing to her? Get
your hands off her! Evangeline: Stop! Michael and the man scuffle. Marcie rushes
over to protect Michael. Marcie: Michael -- Michael, are you ok? Marcie pounds on the man.
Marcie: You get off of him! Get off! The man runs away. Evangeline: (looks at Michael) Oh, my
God! Marcie: Are you ok? Michael? Here, Michael,
you're bleeding! Michael: It's ok, it's -- aah! -- It's all
right, it's just a little cut. Are you ok? Evangeline: I'm fine. Michael: Are you sure? Evangeline: I'm fine, thank you. Michael: What happened? Why was he attacking
you? Evangeline: Because of the color of my skin. Friday, October 15, 2004 At the Llanview police station, Michael once again tries to make sure that Evangeline is all right. Michael: You ok? Evangeline: Yeah. And you? You all right? Michael: I'm ok. I mean, better than the other
guy. You know, you're a lot tougher than you look. Evangeline: Thanks. No, really, thank you so
much. Michael: What was that guy's problem? Evangeline: It was the perfect night. And I
was just so proud, you know? I'm, like, the first black woman to give this huge
speech at Penn Law School, and then this psycho comes at me. What is that? Michael: Hey, listen, listen, don't let one
jerk ruin everything for you, ok? Evangeline: It's too late for that. Michael: I'm going to go and try and find my
brother. Evangeline: Ok. Thanks. Michael: Hey, have you seen my brother around?
Officer: He's out on a call. Didn't say when
he'd come back. John strolls into the main room at the police station. John: Is it? How'd the speech go? Michael: Hey, bro. Evangeline: Hey. John: What happened? What happened? Evangeline: Listen, it's -- it's -- John: What happened, Michael? Michael: This -- John: What happened, Michael? Michael: Racist pig attacked Evangeline at the
train station. Evangeline: Listen, Michael was a hero. He
showed up just in time, and, you know -- John: Where is he? Michael: No, no, no, Johnny, Johnny, he jumped
on a train. He's gone. John: I want a full description. I'm going to
find this guy. I'm going to find him. Michael: Yeah, we filed the report. We've been
working with the sketch artist. I'm sure that there's a couple LPD out there
checking different stops trying to find him. Evangeline: It's fine. Michael: You know what? I'm going to see how
things are going, all right? John: Hey. Evangeline: Hey. John: Sit down. You ok? You sure? Evangeline: Yes, I'm going to be fine. John: You're sure? Evangeline: I'm fine. I'm going to be fine. I
can handle this. I can handle this. John: They find this guy; I'm going to give
him a serious attitude adjustment. Evangeline: He was just -- he was -- he was
just some psycho at a train station. He was like a ticking time bomb. He was
just waiting to explode on somebody, and -- and I think he saw us together.
John, I think -- I think that's what set him off. John: I can't believe this happened. Evangeline: I can't believe it, either. When
we're together, everything just feels so right. I just can't believe it. I can't
believe -- I guess I just thought I was immune to this kind of thing, I don't
know. I really think that he was going to try to hurt me, John. John: No one is ever going to hurt you again.
You understand me? Evangeline: I just -- I don't know what -- John: No one is ever going to hurt you again.
Do you understand me? Come here. Come here. Listen to me. You're safe now, all
right? You're safe now. Michael: Hey, guys, you don't want to forget
this. John: What is that? Evangeline: It's -- it's my plaque. John: Can I see? Michael: Evangeline won an award today. Evangeline: Yeah. I was really good. John: It's beautiful. Congratulations. Evangeline: Thanks. John: Hey, you know what we should do? We
should go celebrate. Evangeline: Oh, no, I don't know. I don't --
I'm not going to be any fun, you guys. John: Now, you know what? We're not going to
let that bastard ruin this, you know? You did something great today. You did
something great, and that shouldn't go by with at least popping a bottle of
champagne -- or at least open a couple cheap beers. You're going, too, you know?
I owe you one. I owe you big-time. What do you say? Michael: I say you're right. John: Yeah? Michael: Yeah. I'm going to go warm up the
car. John: Thanks. Evangeline: Thank you so much. John: For what? Evangeline: For making me smile again. I didn't think anybody could do that tonight. You always surprise me. At the Palace Restaurant, John, Michael and Evangeline are sitting at a table. John: I want that sketch all over the
state. This SOB's going to pay for what he did. Ok. He hopped off at Harrisburg,
drunk. The state police are on it. We'll find the guy. Evangeline: But will it change anything? Michael: Whether it does or not, he'll think
twice about doing it again. Evangeline: It's just -- I just don't know how
a person could do that to another human being, you know? Michael: The guy was an idiot. John: A coward. Evangeline: Both. John and Michael agree. Evangeline: I just wanted to thank you guys,
both of you, so much. John: Michael's a hero. I didn't do anything. Evangeline: Except totally turn this night
around for me. And you are a hero. Michael: Thanks. Evangeline: So I wanted you to know you're
excused now. You can go and spend your evening with Marcie. Michael: Yeah, if she wants to be with me. John: You two having problems? Michael: Just over her brother Eric. You know,
I'm trying to come aboard with this whole gay marriage thing, but when he
started talking about adopting a kid with another guy -- I don't know, I just --
I can't wrap my head around it. John: Well, you know, Michael, that's not what
you're used to. Michael: Yeah, no, definitely not. I'm working
on it. Evangeline: Well, to me, you know, you're
going to always be one of the good guys. Ok? John: All right, that's enough, you two. Knock
if off. Michael: I'll see you later, bro. John: All right, we'll see you later. Michael leaves. Evangeline: Ok. John: Hey. You sure you're ok? You're not just
putting on a game face? Evangeline: No, I'm better. I'm better. I just
-- I just don't think I want to go home yet. John: Then we won’t.
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MARCAL
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