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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 9
Episode 9 Baby Ruth & Butterfingers
APRIL 14
In the hospital corridor, Michael spots Dr. Long. Michael: Oh -- Dr. Long! Hey. I was wondering if I could talk to you about that transplant case that came in last night. Dr. Long: I don't know what you're talking about. Michael: Oh, well, I assumed that that was your case. I mean, I saw you up on the chopper pad last night. Dr. Long: What? Michael: Yeah. I was up on my roof. Turns out I got a great view of the hospital, and I could have sworn I saw you up there last night. Dr. Long: Well, you must have mistaken me for someone else. Oh, I couldn't have been there. I was in Philadelphia, giving a talk. Michael: No, I'm sure that it was you. I mean -- Dr. Long: It wasn't me.
Michael is standing in the corridor, talking on his cell phone to Marcie. Michael: I know that, Marcie, and the thing I don't understand is why Dr. Long is being so evasive about being up on the chopper pad last night. It's commonplace with E.R. Physicians to meet their patients up there, and matter of fact, I'm on my way up there right now. There was a big crash on highway 50. Yeah, they're bringing more victims in right now. Actually, I got to -- I got to hurry up. I got to go. Bye. I love you. Michael hangs up the phone. He stops a nurse he is walking by. Michael: Hey, what's the E.T.A. On those medevac chopper people coming? Nurse: Two minutes. Michael: All right. Michael leaves. Dorian walks up. Dorian: Excuse me. Is Beverly the head nurse on duty? Ok, thanks. A man rushes off the elevator carrying a child. Man: Somebody, help! Dorian looks around and sees no one. Dorian: Put her down right here. Dorian walks to the nurses’ station. Dorian: We need a doctor! Nurse: They're all with trauma patients from the accident. Dorian: Oh, give me your stethoscope. Nurse: You're not a doctor. Dorian: Yes, I am. Thank you. All right. I want to check her vitals. Let's get her into a cubicle. (calls out to a nurse) Excuse me, can we have some help here? (focuses on the man) Tell me what happened. Man: She got stung by a bee and she collapsed. Dorian: Is she allergic to bee sting or anything else? Man: I don't know. Dorian: All right. Nurse: Pulse, 180. Dorian: She's going into shock. Now, get me a epi .32 of one-to-one. If we're going to help this little girl, we've got to do something right away.
Later, the little girl is on the gurney in the cubicle. She seems to be coming around. Girl: Daddy? Dorian: We're getting a good response now. Michael walks into the cubicle. Michael: Is this the little girl with anaphylaxis? Dorian: Yes. Dr. McBain is going to be taking care of you now, sweetheart. You're in good hands. Thank you. As Michael checks out the little girl, the grateful father approaches Dorian. Man: You saved my little girl's life. Dorian: Well, I'm glad I could help. Man: Why did the nurse say that you weren't a doctor before? Dorian: Oh, I just haven't practiced in a long, long time. Bye-bye. Dorian leaves the room. Nurse: Ms. Lord, your file. Dorian: Thank you. Kelly spots Dorian and rushes up to her. Kelly: Hi, Dorian. Dorian: Kelly, what are you doing here? Is there something wrong? Kelly: No, no. I just -- I need to ask you a huge favor. Dorian: Well, of course, anything. What is it? Kelly: I need to borrow $64,000.
Later, Dorian and Michael are standing in the cubicle. Michael: Wow. You saved that girl's life. I mean, if she would have had to wait for me, I don't know what would have happened. Dorian: Oh. Thank you, though. Dr. Long sticks his head in the door. Dr. Long: Hey, Dorian, may I have a word with you, please? Dorian: (glances at Michael) Excuse me. (goes out into the corridor) Yes, Dr. Long. Dr. Long: You're aware that you just set us up for a major lawsuit. Dorian: If that happens, I'll take full responsibility. Dr. Long: You certainly will. You have no authority to practice medicine at this hospital. Dorian: I know. Dr. Long: Whether you have a license to practice or not, your job here is to coordinate fundraising activities. Michael who has been listening, walks close to them. Michael: Excuse me, doctor. She saved that girl's life. Dr. Long: Your position here is what? Michael: Resident, sir. Dr. Long: Uh-huh, and if you want to continue on at this hospital, I'd advise you to stay out of matters that don't concern you. Dr. Long walks away. Michael: (looks at Dorian) I'd like to show him what concerns me. Dorian: Shh, shh, shh. Thank you. He's right. I shouldn't be practicing medicine here until I have my privileges renewed. Michael: You saved that girl's life. I mean, I personally thought that that's what we are supposed to be doing here. Paul approaches Dr. Long. Michael and Dorian watch their interaction. Michael: What is the deal with those two? Dorian: I have no idea. How odd.
Dorian: You've seen Paul with Dr. Long? Michael: Yeah, constantly. And for some reason, Dr. Long is always right in the middle of all the medevac flights. Dorian: Hmm. Well, if Paul’s involved, it has to be something shady. Michael: Really? Dorian: I think we'd better keep an eye on those two, let's keep it our little secret, shall we?
APRIL 16 (FRIDAY) In Dr. Long’s office, he is discussing a patient with the patient’s wife. Michael is listening at the door. Woman: The doctor said my husband wanted to donate his heart? Dr. Long: That's right. Well, he wished to donate all his organs, actually. He took care of the paperwork just before his surgery. But rest assured, your husband's generosity will save many lives that would otherwise be lost. Woman: But I don't understand. Why didn't he ever mention it to me?
Marcie and Ron are sitting in a booth at Capricorn. Marcie: I really missed you. Ron: Well, then, come to Jersey. You know, you should have been with me for the big Walsh softball picnic. Marcie: No way. I'm the world's worst hitter. Ron: Oh, yeah, that's right. Our team won this year. Marcie: Oh, funny. Ron: You know, Dad really wants to see you. Marcie: Yeah. I want to introduce him to Michael. Ron: Really? So things are going that good for you two? Well, they must be if it's making you blush like that. Marcie: You know, the more I get to know him, he's a really great guy. Ron: It's good to see you happy, Marcie. For a while there, I got a little bit worried about you, but it looks like you're back. Marcie: Hey, listen, I'm writing a book. Ron: What? A book? Marcie: Yeah, yeah. Well, you know how I love reading all those mystery novels? Ron: Oh, let me see -- those 10 boxes I cart around from place to place every time you move? Yeah, I'm familiar with that. Marcie: Well, I -- I got this idea from working at the L.P.D. About writing a mystery novel, and Michael’s convinced me to start writing it. It's called "The Killing Club." Ron: Well, that's a good title. It's a little creepy, though, huh? Marcie: No, no, no, no. It's based on that club that I had in high school, remember? Ron: Oh -- Marcie: The one where we would make up all those stories about ways to kill people off. We're killing off the whole town. Ron: You know, that's -- that could probably tick off a lot of people back home. You might get sued, Marce. Marcie: No, no, no, no -- ooh. Look, I checked already with the D.A.'s office. It's all fiction. I changed everything, so if anybody recognizes themselves, unless they can prove it, I can't get in trouble for it. Ron: Oh. Marcie: And I thought maybe I could start, you know, adding in people that I've met here in Llanview. Ron: You always were a magnet for trouble, you know that? Marcie: Mm-hmm. What's the matter? You don't want to see yourself in a book -- you know, the hunky brother, lives by himself, listens to music? Ron: Shut up! Marcie’s cell phone rings. Marcie: Hi. Michael: Marcie, where are you right now? Marcie: I'm at Capricorn. Michael: Listen, I need to talk to you, ok? So just wait for me right there. So just wait for me right there. I'll be right there. Ok? Ron: Everything ok? Marcie: I don't really know. He sounded a little weird, but he's going to come over and meet us. Ron: Ok.
Later, Michael arrives at Capricorn and approaches the booth where Marcie and Ron are sitting. Michael: Hey, Ron, welcome back. Ron: Hey, Michael! It's good to see you, man. Michael: You, too, man. Hey, listen, do you mind if I talk to your sister alone for a second? Marcie: Wow. This is big. Ron: Well, yeah, sure. I'll be at the bar. Michael: Thanks, man. Ron: Good to see you. Michael: You, too. Ron: Right. Ron leaves and Michael slides into the booth across from Marcie. Marcie: What's wrong? Michael: You know how I told you I didn't trust that Dr. Long? Marcie: Yeah. Michael: I overheard him talking to a patient's wife today. Now, this guy passed, Dr. Long tells the wife that the husband wanted to be an organ donator. Now, he shows her the signed papers -- dated, everything's in order. Wife swears up and down husband didn't believe in organ donation. Sounded like a religious thing. Marcie: Oh, maybe he just changed his mind, you know, and he forgot to tell his wife. Michael: No. I signed out his original form. When he checked the organ donator box, he checked no. Marcie: Listen, I know you don't like Dr. Long, but I really don't think he would lie about something that important.
Later, Michael and Marcie are still at Capricorn. Marcie: Yeah. So, you think that Dr. Long took this man's heart without his consent? Michael: I don't know what else to think. Marcie: Well, that's crazy. Why would he do something like that? Michael: Money. You can get a lot of money for organs on the black market. Marcie: This is not china. People don't buy organs. I -- if he's doing something, maybe it's -- drugs. You know, the hospitals -- they have huge pharmacies. Michael: Yeah, drugs. It could be. You know, chief of staff could definitely get that paperwork put through. Marcie: Or it could be the tech equipment. It is worth millions of dollars. Michael: No, Marcie. He'd get caught for that. Marcie: You just said the chief of staff could do anything. He could cover anything up. Listen, all I'm saying to you is that if you're going to accuse him of a crime, you better have solid proof. Otherwise, you will lose your job. Michael: Then I'll get some proof. He keeps a private, locked file cabinet in his office. Marcie: How do you know that? Michael: If he's hiding anything, anything at all, we'll find it in there.
At the bar in Capricorn, Ron and Natalie are talking. Natalie: Where have you been the last few weeks? Ron: Well, I was taking care of things in Jersey. House construction picked up. This time of year gets pretty busy. You know, people open up their summer homes, they discover all the damage done by the winter storms, they build decks -- you name it. Natalie: Mm-hmm. Ron: Believe me, I'm glad to be back. Natalie: So when are you going to sell that business and move here for good? Ron: What, so you can nag me like this? Natalie: Yeah. Ron: No, but seriously, how have you been? How you doing? Natalie: So-so. Ron: Lonely? Yeah. I know. Me, too. So tell me -- you know anybody you could fix me up with? Natalie: Roxy's single and she's still got the hots for you, baby. Ron: You know, I think I'll pass -- not that I don't love her, but who has the energy? I mean -- Natalie: That's putting it nicely. Ron: Yeah. Natalie: No, you know, I'll ask around. I'll see if I can find someone for you. Ron: Ok. Thanks. Natalie: Sure. Ron: So what about you? How's your love life? Natalie: Hmm. Yeah, I don't have one. It's probably just as well.
Later, Marcie and Michael are at the hospital. They are standing outside of Dr. Long’s office. Marcie: No! No, Michael, do not go in there! If you get caught, you're going to get fired. You know, you could lose your chance at residency ever again and which would not be really good, I mean, unless you change your name and move to Singapore, and I can't do that right now. I have school, work, my radio station. Why are you laughing at me? I'm serious. You're going to make a huge mistake. You'll never become a doctor ever again. Michael: There is nobody around here, ok? Nobody's going to catch us. Marcie: Are you kidding me? Come on! There are people everywhere out there. Michael: Hey. Maybe we could use this for your book. Marcie: I am being serious with you. Why can't you just tell your brother what you heard, let him handle it? Michael: And tip Dr. Long off? No way. I need to get proof, ok? Listen, if there's nothing going on, there's nothing going on, we leave it alone. But if he's doing something shady, I want to know about it. Marcie: Michael? Michael, what if he's in there? Michael tries the doorknob. Michael: It's unlocked. Marcie: That is breaking and entering. Michael: No. That is just entering -- no breaking. Wait here, all right? If anybody comes by, just, like, start talking really loud and really fast. You know how to do that. Michael slips into the office. Marcie looks around frantically. Marcie: Michael -- hmm. Michael sticks his head out of the office and shoves a magazine at Marcie. Michael: Hey! Read this. Marcie looks around and then leans on the wall and starts thumbing through the magazine. Michael looks around the office and tries to see what he can find. Marcie gets interested in an article and when she looks up Dr. Long is there. She panics but goes immediately swings into action. Marcie: Oh -- Oh, Dr. Long, don't go in there! Dr. Long stares at Marcie. Marcie: Listen, can't I just have a minute of your time? It really won't take that long. Dr. Long: Miss, I don't believe we've met. Marcie: Well -- well, listen. Just don't go in your office. Dr. Long: Who are you? Marcie: I'm Marcie Walsh. I host a show at the university, a radio show. It's called "Bridge The Gap." Dr. Long: Oh, a radio show. Well, how nice. Well, if you'd like to see me about appearing, make an appointment with my secretary. Marcie: Yeah, yeah -- no, no, no, listen. Actually, it's really not about that. It's about something else. See, I used to work here at the hospital -- I wasn't a doctor, or, you know, I wasn't even a nurse. I was a -- a secretary for dr. Conklin -- well, really, I was her assistant -- but anyway, she was the ob-gyn. She fired me. Dr. Long: I'm shocked. Marcie: I know. Well, see, this is what I want to talk to you about. I was -- I was hoping that maybe I would get my old job back, and seeing as you are the chief of staff, I was thinking, you know, maybe you could give me a good word, you know? Put a good word in for me? Dr. Long: If Dr. Conklin fired you, I'm sure it was for a very good reason. If you'll excuse me –
In the meanwhile, Michael has heard Marcie and knows that Dr. Long is getting ready to come in. He looks frantically around the office for a place to hide. Finally, he decides the only way out is to climb out of the window. He opens it and climbs out. Suddenly, he moans and disappears from sight.
In the meanwhile, Marcie is still trying to distract Dr. Long. Marcie: (grabs his arm) No, please, you've got to help me. Dr. Long: Young lady -- Marcie: Ms. Walsh, Marcie Walsh. Dr. Long: Ms. Walsh, if you don't let go of my arm right now -- Dr. Long’s pager beeps. He reads the message. Dr. Long: Oh, great, 911. They need me in emergency. If I ever see you here again -- Marcie: Yeah, a 911 emergency. You got to go in. Bye! Whew. Long leaves and Marcie rushes into his office. Marcie: Michael? Michael, the coast is clear. You can come out. She looks around and realizes Michael is not in there. She sees the open window and rushes over. Marcie: Michael? Michael? Marcie leans out of the window and looks down and seems shocked at what she sees.
April 19, 2004 Michael is laying crumbled on the ground. Marcie rushes over to him. Marcie: Oh, my god, Michael, are you ok? She hugs him. Michael: Marcie -- ow! Marcie: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What's the matter? Michael: Don't touch my leg. It's broken. Marcie: Oh, my god, your leg. Your leg is broken Marcie faints and falls on top of him. Michael: Marcie? Marcie: Hmm? Michael: Marcie, honey? Marcie: What? What? Michael: Sweetie, wake up. Marcie: Oh, Michael. Michael: Ok. Marcie: Oh, no. Ok, I'm going to go get you help right now, all right? Michael: Ok, yeah. Marcie: Ok, I'll be right back. Michael: Ok. Marcie: Don't leave without me. Michael: I'll be right here. Marcie: Ok.
In the corridor of the hospital, Marcie is waiting. River and Adriana approach her. River: Marcie, I heard a nurse say that Michael broke his leg. Is that true? Marcie: Yeah, yeah, yeah, he had a compound fracture. You know, they had to have surgery to reset it. Adriana: Oh, how are you doing? Marcie: I'm ok. I just really don't like being in hospitals, you know, since Al and everything. Adriana: Yeah. River: Hey, you want to get something to eat with us right now? We're just going to -- Marcie: No, no, I think I'm going to stay here. I want to make sure that Michael gets back ok, you know? River: Ok. Marcie: So what are you two doing? River: We gave blood just now. Adriana: Yeah, Paul said there was a serious shortage and he made us promise to donate. Marcie: Really? Wow, they usually call me when there's a blood drive going on. River: Yeah, the nurse didn't really know anything about it, either, but we figured why not, we're here, so -- Adriana: How did Michael break his leg? Marcie: I really -- I'd rather not talk about it. Adriana: Ok. River: Look, do you want us to stick around for a little while? Adriana: Yeah, we don't mind. Marcie: No, no, I'll be ok. Thanks, though. Adriana: Ok. Marcie: Bye. Adriana: Bye. River and Adriana leave. Just then they wheel Michael by on a gurney. Marcie: Michael! My god, are you ok?
Later, in Michael’s hospital room, Marcie and Michael are talking. Marcie: You sure you ok? Michael: Yeah. I'm way too doped up to feel anything. How am I supposed to find out what Dr. Long's up to now? Marcie: Michael, I think we should take this as a sign. Let's forget about all this craziness. Michael: No. No. He's up to something, and I'm going to find out what it is. Marcie: Oh, Michael, I think you've been reading too many of these mystery novels. Michael: I told you what I heard him say. You thought it sounded suspicious, too. Marcie: I know that I did, but you landed yourself in the hospital. I mean, what's next? Michael: You could help me. You could be my legs. Marcie: What? Michael: Yeah! Marcie: No. Michael: You could break into Dr. Long's office. I'll tell you what to look for! Marcie: Michael -- Michael: Yeah! Marcie: Those drugs must be really good because now it's going to your brain. Dorian walks into the room. Dorian: I just heard that my favorite resident became a patient. What happened? Michael: I slipped on a banana peel. Dorian looks over at Marcie. Dorian: Hello. I'm Dorian Lord. Marcie: Oh, Hi. I'm Marcie Walsh.
In the bathroom, Dorian accidentally breaks a glass. Dorian: Oh! Dorian walks back into the room just as Paul walks in. Marcie: Oh, Dorian, you're bleeding. Here. Be careful, be careful. Mrs. Lord, that looks really bad. Hold on, let me get you some tissues. Paul: No, no, I got it, I got it. Marcie: Here, use these, use these. Paul uses his handkerchief and tends the wound. Paul: I got it, I got it. Marcie: Oh, ok. Dorian: Paul. Paul: Hey. Dorian: This is my nephew, Paul. Marcie: Oh, hi. Paul: Hi. Dorian: Oh, dear, it's all right, it's all right. It's not like I need medical assistance or anything. Not to worry. Thank you, Paul, though I have a little trouble thinking of you as a Good Samaritan
Later, Dorian puts the handkerchief in the wastebasket in the bathroom. Dorian: I'm sorry. I think I ruined your handkerchief. Paul: It's no big deal. Michael: You know, you really ought to let me take a look at that. Dorian: Oh, but I am a doctor, doctor. Michael: You have a point. Dorian: You know, Marcie – Paul goes into the bathroom and retrieves the handkerchief then walks out briskly. Paul: Hey, I got to go. (looks at Michael) I'm really sorry about your leg. Paul leaves. Marcie: Well, it's a good thing that you don't need any more blood, you know? I've heard that the hospital has a shortage. Dorian: Really? I didn't know that. Marcie: Well, your nephew Paul told river and Adriana, so they came by today and gave blood. Dorian: Excuse me. Marcie: Sure. Dorian goes into the bathroom and realizes that Paul took the handkerchief.
Later, Marcie and Michael are alone. Marcie: Well, I begged the nurse to let me stay, but, apparently, you're not really one of her favorite residents. Did you know that? Michael: Look out there. Marcie: Why, what's going on? That's the window that you fell out of. I can't even believe you tried to climb out of it. Michael: That's Dr. Long's office. I can see right into Dr. Long's office! Marcie walks over to the window and looks out. Michael: Ha! I may not be able to walk, but I sure can watch. And you know what -- I'd be able to watch a lot better if you brought me those binoculars. You know the ones we found on the roof the other day? Marcie: (turns back toward Michael) This is so exciting. It's like right out of a Hitchcock movie. Michael: Ok, they're in my dresser drawer, top drawer on the left, underneath my underwear. Marcie: (walks over to the bed) No. No, no, no, we have to stop this, Michael. I think we should really think more about this before we do anything else. Michael: Fine -- um -- I'll use them for bird watching. I promise. Marcie: Michael. Michael: Just bring them to me, please? Marcie: Oh, no -- Michael: Please? Marcie: All right, all right! Ok, ok, fine! But I'm also going to bring you a guide to North American birds, and you'd better read it. Don't do anything crazy! Listen to me, I'm not kidding! At least without me. Michael: Bring me the binoculars. Marcie: Ok, I'll bring you the binoculars. Behave.
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