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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 40
Episode 26 A Proposal for Argument's Sake Monday, November 1, 2004
At the police station, Marcie is talking on the phone. Marcie: No, sergeant, they're not here, I'm
sorry. Well, have you tried human resources yet? You know, sometimes -- well,
sometimes the files are sent there. Ok, bye. Michael walks up to Marcie’s desk. Marcie: Michael -- Michael, I'm so glad to see
you. I mean, I know that I've been really swamped and I haven't been able to
call you, but, god, I feel so awful about the argument that we had, Michael. Michael: Marcie, I didn't come all the way
down here to dredge all that stuff up. Marcie: I know. I mean, who wants to fight
about something like that, right? And on my birthday, nonetheless. The phone rings. Marcie: Listen, I know -- I know that I've
been really busy, and I'm having problems with my time management, Michael, and
I just -- Michael: You should probably get that. Marcie: Ok, ok, two seconds, I promise, ok? (answers
phone) Llanview police department, how may I direct your call? Oh, hi,
Gretchen. (covers mouthpiece )Michael, I'm sorry. It's Gretchen. I have
to take this. Michael: Ok. Michael walks away. Marcie: Ok. Bo: Hey, Michael. Michael: Hey, hey, Bo -- Bo: Hmm? Michael: Have you seen my brother around? I
was looking for someone to hang out with. Bo: You ought to check with sergeant banks
down at the desk. Michael: Oh. Hey, how's your dad doing? I hear
he's got a clean bill of health. Bo: Yeah, yeah, that's right. As a matter of
fact, I'm on my way to see him right now. Michael: What, are you guys going to
celebrate? Bo: Celebrate? Not exactly. Michael and Bo leave.
Later John walks into the main room at the
police station. John: Marcie, Commissioner back yet? Marcie: No, no, not yet. John: All right. I'm going to leave him a
note. Marcie: Ok. John: Hey, how'd you like Michael’s present?
Marcie: Birthday present? John: Yeah, didn't he -- didn't he give you a
present? Marcie: No. No, we had a big fight. He hates
me, and I really don't know what to do about it. Marcie tears up. Marcie: Am I a mess, or what? John: You are, but I'm not going to tell
anybody. Marcie: You know, Michael’s just really mad
at me, and he thinks I don't have enough time for him anymore, and I just don't
know what to do. John: Well, you know, Marcie, to be honest,
I'm probably the last person that anyone should be asking about personal stuff.
But it would seem to me, just looking at you two -- you're both busy as all
hell, and, you know, in Michael’s defense, I know he doesn't have much time
for anything or anybody these days. Marcie: No, I know that, but somehow me
telling Michael that he's just as busy as I am -- I don't think that's going to
help the situation, John. John: Well, for what it's worth, I think what
you got to do is -- you know, you got to -- you got to look at your relationship
like it's a priority -- what this thing that you two got and -- and never take
it for granted. And maybe if you do that, then you'll be able to schedule things
so you guys can be together. Marcie: Well, maybe. I don't know. Well, yeah.
John: Yeah? Marcie: Yeah! I think you're right. John: I could also be wrong. Michael comes back into the main room and
spots John. Michael: Hey, there you are. John: Who's that? Michael: You almost done with work, man? I was
thinking maybe we could grab a couple burgers, knock back a couple beers. John: Sorry, Michael, I -- I can't do it, not
just yet. But -- I think there's somebody that would like to talk to you. Michael: Yeah. John: Good luck. Marcie: Hi. Michael: Hey. Marcie: I have something for you. Michael: What's this? Marcie: Well, that's my schedule for the next
two weeks, with all my free time penciled in. And every single moment of it is
yours -- if you want it. I mean, if you want it. Michael: Very impressive. You know, the
trouble with this is, you see all these free dates? They're probably going to be
taken up by some new project of yours. Marcie: No, no, they won't, I swear. Michael: Oh, Marcie, that's just the way
things work out. Marcie: I know, but -- Michael: Hey, you know, you put some work into
this, and if you're willing to try, I'm willing to try, ok? So, you got time for
a coffee? Marcie: You bet. Tuesday, November 9, 2004 At the police station, Shannon barges into John’s office. Shannon: We have to talk. John: You ever heard of knocking? Hmm? Shannon: All right, I know you think somebody killed Paul Cramer. I think I know who that somebody is. At the Love Center site, Marcie runs into Rex.
He seems to be looking at the signatures the love crew put in the cement
cornerstone. Rex: I told you I’d do anything for you,
Jen. Marcie: What are you doing here? And what did you just say about Jen? At the police station, Shannon spills some important information. John: I hope you know what you're doing,
Shannon. This isn't a joke. Shannon: I'm serious. I think I know who
killed Paul Cramer. John: Let's hear it. Shannon: All right. Yesterday all the kids
from The Love Center -- we went down and we were signing our names in these
concrete squares in the basement. Well, after we left, I heard a noise so I went
back down, and I saw someone hiding a gun in the wet cement. They were burying
it. John: Who was it? Who'd you see? At the Love Center site, Rex and Marcie
continue to snap at each other. Rex: Why is it everywhere I go, you seem to
show up? I mean, I'm sorry if Dr. McBoring isn't doing it for you, but, well,
I'm just not interested, Marcie. Marcie: Don't flatter yourself, Rex. If you
really must know what I was doing here, I came to look at everyone's signature.
I didn't get a chance to look at them yesterday. But what are you doing here? Rex: Same thing. Marcie: You do know that Jen is with Riley
now, right? She loves him. Rex: Yeah, it won't last. He's not right for
her. Marcie: Oh, but you think you are? Listen,
Jen's finally happy. Why can't you just leave her alone? Rex: Don't you ever get tired of being her
guard dog? Marcie: Rex – Michael calls out for Marcie. Michael: Marcie! Marcie: Michael, I’m in here. Hey. Michael: Hey. The kids up at the love shack
told me you'd be down here. Marcie: Mm-hmm. Michael: Rex, what's going on? Rex: Nada. Michael: Hey, what's this? Marcie: Oh, that's my square. Michael: Oh, that's really cool. It's like
you're an actress on the walk of fame. Marcie: Well, except we're hidden down in the
basement. Michael: Well, it's still cool. Marcie: Yeah. Michael: So, you going to spend the rest of
the day with me? Marcie: Yeah, sure. Michael: Yeah? Because, you know, you did say
that you would spend all of your free time with me. Marcie: Is this a test? Michael: Yes, it is. Marcie: Well, I definitely remember, and I'm
definitely free. So what do you want to do? Michael: Oh, I was thinking dinner at the
palace. Marcie: Yeah? Michael: I got some pretty good news for you. Marcie: What is it? What? Michael: It's a surprise. Marcie: No, come on, Michael. Michael: No, big surprise. I'll tell you when
we get there. Rex: You kids have fun! At the police station, John reacts to
Shannon’s news. John: The person you saw burying this gun --
you recognize him? Shannon: No, but I could tell it was a woman. John: A woman? Was it Natalie Vega? Shannon: No. I mean, I don't know. It was
dark. John: You saw a gun, but you couldn't make out
any physical characteristics of this person? Shannon: No, it was definitely a woman, and
when she was done, she smoothed the concrete over so you wouldn't be able to
tell. John: Did she see you? Well, how tall was she?
Shannon: I don't know. She was crouched down
on the ground. John: What was she wearing? Shannon: John, it was dark. I don't know. I
was hiding. I was scared. John: All right. Let's go. Shannon: Where are we going? John: You're going to show me where this gun is buried. At The Palace, Marcie and Michael are having dinner. Marcie: Michael, you said you had this
incredible news to tell me over dinner. Well, we're here. Can you tell me what
it is? Michael: How's your chicken? Mine is a little
dry. Marcie: Michael. Michael: Ok. I got this patient. He's in town
visiting his family and got into a little car accident. Marcie: Oh. Michael: No, nothing big, just a little
bang-up. And we got to talking, and it turns out that he's a literary agent in
New York City. I showed him "The Killing Club." Marcie: You what? Michael: Yep. Just the first few chapters, but
he really loved it. Marcie: He liked it? Michael: Marcie, he wants to meet with you. He wants to represent you. At the Love Center site, Shannon tries to
clarify to John what she saw. John: So you were hiding back there? Shannon: Yeah. John: All right. Shannon: This is the one. John: This is he one? Shannon: Yeah. Rex: Hey, guys. Saw you crossing the square.
What's up? John: Well, Shannon said she saw someone hide
something in the cement yesterday, possibly a gun. Rex: Really? John: Really. Since you're here, maybe you
know something about it. Rex: I don't know anything about a gun being
buried here or anywhere. John: Yeah? So why'd you follow us down here? Rex: Just curious. I'm always curious about
what Shannon’s up to. Shannon: Yeah. Besides, John, I already told
you, it was a woman who I saw bury the gun. John: Right, you said that. Well, let's check
this out. John: Shannon, it looks like you might have
been right. I need you to come down to the station and fill out an official
statement when you get a chance. Shannon: Yeah, sure, whatever. John: You're good. Take it easy. Rex: You, too. John leaves and Rex turns to Shannon
furiously. Rex: Ok, what the hell was that about? You
didn't see a woman burying that gun. Shannon: Yeah, you're right. You know what? I
saw you burying the gun. Rex: Ok. Then why the hell did you go to your
cousin? Why didn't you come to me? Shannon: Because I'm trying to protect you. I
mean, somebody has to try to protect you, right? I mean, all you're worried
about is -- Rex: Who? Who? Who? Who? Oh, oh, this is about
Jen, isn't it? Shannon: I don't know. You tell me. Rex: You want the police to think Jen killed
Paul Cramer. Shannon: Didn't she? At The Palace, Marcie is trying to adjust the news that Michael dropped on her. Marcie: He wants to meet with me? Michael: Yeah, isn't that great? Marcie: Michael, I don't know the first thing
about meeting with a literary agent. Maybe I should call professor Malone. Michael: Why? Look, I know that he helped you
with the book, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he knows anything more
about literary agents than anybody else. Marcie: Michael, Professor Calone did a lot
more that just help me with that book. You know that. I mean, he would know what
I should say. What if I start shooting off my mouth like I usually do? I'll say
something stupid and I'll come off like a complete idiot. Michael: You won’t. You're going to be fine.
Marcie: How do you know that? Michael: Because I'm going to be with you. Marcie: You're going to come with me? Really? Michael: Yeah. Marcie: But, I mean, your medical boards are
coming up. How are you going to find the time? Michael: I'll make the time. For you, baby, I
got all the time in the world. Marcie: You know, you are the best boyfriend
in the whole world. Michael: Yeah? Marcie: Mm-hmm. I'm not really sure if I
deserve you. Michael: You're right, you don’t. Come on, let's go knock this literary agent dead At the Love Center site, Rex is angry with Shannon. Rex: Jen didn't kill Paul. She'd never do
anything like that. Shannon: Well, then why were you burying the gun in the cement? See? You can't answer the question because you're covering for Jen. I mean, unless, you know, you killed Paul Cramer yourself. Monday, November 15, 2004 At The Palace, Michael and Marcie are sitting at a table. Michael: Birthday dinner, take two? Marcie: I'm glad we made up. Michael: Yeah, well, you know, you drive me
crazy sometimes, but I still love you. Marcie: Yeah, I love you, too, even though you
drive me crazy. But I guess the people that love you the best know how to drive
you insane the best, right? Michael: Yeah, I guess you're right. Marcie: Thank you for giving me another
chance. Michael: Well, I had to. I didn't get a chance
to give you your present. Marcie: I get a present? Where is it? Michael: Well, I was thinking that maybe we
should try and make it through dessert without breaking up first. Marcie: Not a chance. Oh, listen, hey, I
figured out how to change chapter eight today. Michael: Well, I'm so happy for you, sweetie.
You know, I'm a little bummed out that you didn't get a chance to meet that
literary agent. You know, the guy really liked the first two chapters. Marcie: Yeah, well, I guess he didn't like
chapter three, you know, which is probably why he just checked out of the
hospital early. Michael: You know, I don't think that that's
the truth. Marcie: It really doesn't matter because I
wouldn't change last night for anything. Hayes Barber. It's a perfect name for
an agent. You know, he sounds like a slick, greedy, bloodsucking parasite. Hayes who had been sitting at a table in the
background, walks up to the table. Hayes: You must be Marcie Walsh. Marcie: Yes. I'm sorry, do I know you? Hayes: Hayes Barber. "Slick, greedy,
bloodsucking parasite"? At your service Michael: Marcie Walsh, Hayes Barber, Literary
Agent. Marcie: I -- I’m so sorry. I didn't mean any
of it. I mean what I mean to see -- I mean, I -- how many times can I say
"I mean"? You must think I am a huge jerk. Hayes: The first rule in our business, Marcie
-- be careful what you say in a public place because inevitably the person
you're saying it about is sitting right behind you. Marcie: Well, I don't think I’m ever going
to talk again. In fact, I don't think I’m going talk, read, or write ever
again. Hayes: A talented writer like you? That'd be a
shame. Marcie: I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Hayes: Apology accepted, Marcie. Marcie: Thank you, Mr. Barber. It's a great
name, by the way. Michael: Marcie? Marcie: Yeah? Michael: You might want to quit while you're
ahead. Marcie: Ok. Michael: Hayes, you want to have a seat? Hayes: Yeah, just for a minute. Michael: Are you feeling ok? Hayes: Oh, the wrist. Yes, thank you so much.
I appreciate the good help. Michael: Good, good. Hayes: Marcie, I am sure that you are being
completely inundated with agents trying to represent you. Marcie: Oh, actually, you're the first. You
know, my publisher at Hyperion, Gretchen Young, says that I need an agent, but I
don't understand why I do. Hayes: With a book like "The Killing
Club"? Hyperion's certainly going to want a sequel. Then there's the audio
book, the book tour, movie rights. Marcie: Movies? Are you serious? Hayes: Oh, actresses are going to be banging
down your door to play Jamie Ferrara. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a TV
series down the road. Marcie: What? Marcie looks shocked but then pleased. Later, Marcie continues her talk with Hayes. Marcie: Well, I always wanted to write like
Flannery O’Connor, you know, but kind of Faulknery, sort of -- that kind of
style? But when I first started writing, what came out was -- Hayes: You. Totally you. You have a very
unique voice. Marcie: I do? Michael: See? I told you what a great writer
you are. Marcie: Yeah, I know, but you're my boyfriend.
Hayes: You know, it's hard to believe that
"The Killing Club" is your first book. Marcie: Well, I have a million ideas for the
next one. Hayes: Well, I've got some time. Do you want
to head up to my suite, kick some ideas around? Marcie: Oh, that would be great. I mean, would
you mind? Michael: I've got to go back to the hospital. Marcie: Oh. Are you sure? Michael: Yeah. You kids go and brainstorm. Hayes: Good meeting you, Mike. Michael: Yeah, hey, listen, take good care of
that, all right? Hayes: Oh, of course. Michael: All right. Marcie: Michael, are you sure? I mean, my
present and the whole -- Michael: Some other time. This is important. Marcie: Thank you. Thank you. Michael leaves clearly disappointed. Tuesday, November 16, 2004 At the police station, John and Evangeline are holding yet another referendum on their relationship. John: There's nothing going on between me and
Natalie. Evangeline: There's some kind of bond there. John: And I've tried to explain that. Evangeline: And I understand that you still
feel guilty about Cristian’s death. John: That'll always be there, you know? Right
now, I'm just trying to make sure she doesn't get accused of a crime that she
did not commit, and the only way I can do that is by catching the real killer.
That's my job. Michael walks in. Michael: Hey, Johnny! What's going on, man? I
was wondering if I could -- bad time. John: Actually, we were just leaving. Evangeline: I -- I should go. I'll -- Michael: Hey, Johnny? Do you mind if I use
your phone? My battery's dead. John: Yeah, sure. Just don't touch anything on
the desk and -- Michael: Don't touch the desk. John: Close the door when you leave. Can I
walk you somewhere? Evangeline: I think I'm going the other
direction. John: Ok. Later, then, maybe. John leaves. Michael: What's going on with you two? Evangeline: John and I are on opposite sides
of a case. We have -- issues. Michael: Natalie's case? Evangeline: Yeah. Michael: You know, I think the last thing that
John wants is to find her guilty. Evangeline: I'd have to agree with you there,
Michael. Hey, what's going on with you and Marcie? John told me you were going
to pop the question. Michael: No. We got in a fight instead. Evangeline: What? Michael: Yeah. It was pretty bad. We almost
broke up, but we're working things out. We just had dinner together. I don't
know, Evangeline. You know, it's like some days, everything seems so right for
me and Marcie. And other days, nothing works at all. Evangeline: You think maybe it runs in the
family? Michael: Hmm. Evangeline and Michael continue to commiserate about their relationships. Michael: And you know, I'm taking medical
boards right now, you know? Evangeline: Your time's valuable, too. Michael: Right. And it's not like I don't want
her to be included. It's just she's busy, you know? She's got her book and her
classes and the book tour coming up and, I mean, I'm so proud of her. Evangeline: But you want her to have time for
you? Michael: Right. Evangeline: And unless you get that, you're
not sure you can commit. Michael: Oh, I'm committed. I am definitely
committed. I just -- well, I want to make sure that -- that things are right,
you know? Evangeline: In other words, you want to figure
everything out before you really commit. Michael: Exactly. Evangeline: Exactly. Michael, you do realize,
of course, you're never going to figure everything out. Michael: Oh, yeah -- no, I know that. Evangeline: So maybe what the problem is, is
that you're not sure you want to commit. Michael: Typical McBain. Evangeline: This is just an observation. Michael: That's what we're talking about -- my
brother not committing? Evangeline: Oh, no, no. We're talking about
you and Marcie here. Michael: Of course we are. Let me tell you
something about us McBain boys -- we take a long time to commit, but once we do,
we fall -- hard. Evangeline: First you got to figure out who
you want. Monday, November 22, 2004 At the Love House, Jen and Lindsay are in the middle of a heavy discussion. Lindsay: Paul tried to force you to have sex
with him. He put a sex tape of me out on the internet. He's a thief and he's a
bully, and as far as I'm concerned, he deserved to die. Jen: Oh, keep your voice down. Lindsay: I don't care who hears me. Jen: Maybe you should. Lindsay: My only concern is you. Why should
you have to see his name in the papers every day? Why should you have to see his
face on the news every night? How are you supposed to get on with your life? Jen: I am. I'm fine. But I'm worried about
you. You are so on edge right now, and you've been like that ever since Paul
disappeared. What aren't you telling me? There is a knock on the door. Lindsay: Don't answer that. Jen: Well, if I don't, somebody else is going
to. Lindsay: What if it's the police? Jen: Mom, they arrested Dorian. Why would they
come here? Jen opens the door and sees Michael. Jen: Hey, Michael. Michael: Hi. Jen: Come on in. Michael: Hi, Mrs. Rappaport. Lindsay: Hi, Michael. Those are beautiful
flowers. Michael: Thanks. They're a surprise for
Marcie. Jen: I thought you were working all day. Michael: Yeah. I got somebody to cover me for
a couple hours. I got something really important to ask Marcie. Jen: Well, she had to work. They called her in
to the police station to work all afternoon. Michael: Oh. At the police station, Hayes is talking to
Marcie. Hayes: Tell me you didn't write "The
Killing Club" on that thing. Marcie: Hayes! No, no, the -- you know, the
printer, the forms -- the Commissioner wanted me to type these forms for him,
and they won't go through the printer, and the computer is just no good, and --
oh, never mind. What's a big-time agent like you doing here? Hayes: Well, I was on my way to visit my
parents up in Yardley. I stopped by on the off chance that you'd be here. I
wanted to deliver this in person. Marcie: What is it? Hayes: It's your schedule for the next few
months. Marcie: My schedule? Hayes: Well, I've lined up a dozen book
signings, and Hyperion’s set up your release party. And, you know, a couple of
TV interviews so far. Marcie: TV? I'm going to need a makeover. Hayes: I've taken care of that, too. Violet --
she's the hottest stylist in the city. She's waiting for your call. Marcie: "Violet"? No last name? Hayes: According to her, last names are like
footnotes. If you have to read the fine print, the artist didn't do her job. Marcie: What does that mean? Hayes: She's a diva. But she's a miracle
worker -- not that you need one. Marcie: Oh, please, I'll take all the help I
can get. Hayes: Why don't we go out to lunch, and we'll
look over this together? Marcie: I'm working. I just -- I'm just -- I
can't leave whenever I want to. Hayes: You have a novel coming out in a few
weeks. You don't have to answer phones at the police station anymore. Quit this
crazy job right now. Marcie: Hayes, I -- I can't quit my job. I
need -- I need the money. Hayes: Well, what happened to your advance for
"The Killing Club"? Marcie: I paid off my credit cards and, you
know, I charged all my textbooks for the past four years and practically
everything else. Do you know how much finance charges -- they add up. Hayes: Absolutely. Marcie: You know, I -- I had a little bit of
money left over, so I bought my dad a lawn mower -- you know, the riding kind?
He always said, "Heaven was a place where you didn't have to push a lawn
mower." But, you know, if I had just been -- I was so stupid! If I had just
been a little bit more careful with my money -- Hayes: Now, it's smart. Look, you do whatever
you have to do. Great writers, T.S. Eliot, the poet -- he worked his entire life
in a bank. Hey -- did you forget this? Marcie: Thanks. Look, you know, are you trying
to say that I'm going to have to be a receptionist for the rest of my life? Hayes: Only until your book hits the stands. Marcie: Well, you know what? From what I've
read, I’m not going to make a penny unless it's a bestseller. Hayes: Well, hey, it's my job to make sure
that happens. Come on. I'll take you out to lunch, I'll show you how it works. Bo comes out into the main area. Bo: Marcie, I'm going to need -- Hi. Can I
help you? Hayes: Hayes Barber, Marcie’s agent. Marcie: This is my boss -- Commissioner
Buchanan. Bo: Oh. Are you taking meetings in the old PD.
These days? Marcie: No, no, I wasn't. I swear I did not
know that he was coming. Hayes: It was a sneak attack. Marcie: But I -- I was wondering if maybe I
could take lunch a little early? You know, Betty will cover for me -- she owes
me. Bo: All right. Yeah, go ahead. Marcie: Really? Bo: Yeah, but you don't tell anybody I let you
play hooky, all right? Marcie: Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you! Bo: Sure. Marcie: Oh, I need my purse and my pen and my
cell phone. Oh, remind me to tell Michael that I have to call him in The Palace
in an hour, ok? Bo: What, are you talking about a two-hour
lunch? Marcie: Well -- well -- Bo: Get out of here. Go, go. You guys enjoy
yourselves. Marcie: Hmm. Bo: Whoa. Marcie: Come on. The phone rings. Bo: Isn't any—(looks around the room)
hello? The phone rings again. Bo: Hello, Llanview PD. Nora: Bo? Bo: Yeah. Yeah, it's me. Don't even ask.
What's up? Nora: It's Lindsay and Jen. I think they need
to be part of that lineup. Bo: All right. Sullivan? I want you to meet
ADA Buchanan at this address and give her a hand, all right? Thanks. Yeah, I'm
going to send a squad car over there, ok? I'll see you later. Michael walks in carrying the bouquet of
flowers. Bo: Oh. Oh, Michael. Michael: I shouldn't have, huh? Bo: Hmm. Michael: Jen told me that Marcie was working.
Is she around? Bo: You know what? You just missed her. She --
she went out with her agent. Michael: Oh. Bo: But she said that she wanted to meet you
in about an hour at The Palace Bar. Michael: Oh. Bo: Ok? So you got some time here. Come on, sit down. Maybe you can man the phones, huh? Later at The Palace Bar, Michael is practicing
his proposal. Michael: Be my wife, you'll make me the
happiest – Marcie, followed by Hayes, rushes up to
Michael. Marcie: Michael, I’m so sorry I’m late. Hayes: No, it's my fault. I wouldn't let her
leave until she agreed to a book tour. Michael: Really? Marcie: Yeah. Well, it's just a mini book
tour. Hayes: Yeah -- Michael, you are a very lucky
man. Marcie: Well, thank you for everything. I
really appreciate it. Hayes: You just keep writing. You let me worry
about making you a star, ok? Marcie: Thanks. Hayes: I'll see you. Hayes leaves. Marcie: I was so afraid you were going to
leave before I got here. Michael: Well, I almost had to. I got somebody
covering me over at the hospital for a couple hours, but that's almost over. Marcie: No, you mean you have to go back now? Michael: Yeah. Marcie: Michael, I am so sorry. If I had known
that, I just -- I would have told Hayes to, you know, come back later. I'm
sorry. Michael: It's ok. I -- I wanted to surprise
you. These looked a lot better a couple of hours ago. Marcie: No, they're -- they're beautiful.
Gosh, I love you. Michael: Good. Then this should be a
no-brainer. Marcie: Thank you for the flowers. They're so
beautiful. You're so serious. Is something wrong? Michael: No. Ok, listen -- um -- I've been
wanting to do something for -- for a while. And -- and -- well, every time I
try, something happens. And -- and I want it to be perfect, you know? But
everybody I talk to tells me that I should just go for it. And I don't think
that I could stand to let -- Michael’s cell phone rings Michael: Another minute -- The cell phone rings again. Michael: I don't think that I could stand to
let another minute -- Marcie: Michael, it's the hospital. Michael sighs. The cell phone rings yet again. Marcie: I think you should answer it. Michael: Michael McBain. How many en route?
Yeah. I'm on my way. Huge pileup on route 17. The E.R.'S going to be swamped. Marcie: I'm sorry. Michael: Yeah, I have to go back to work. Marcie: I understand, ok? Michael sighs. Marcie: See you later. Michael leaves. Marcie: What was he trying to tell me?
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