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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 43
APRIL 2005
April 6, 2005
Michael: What's going on, John? John: Mikey. Hey, you just getting in? Michael: Yeah. I just pulled a double at the hospital. Hey, listen, man, why didn't you call me back? Evangeline: Oh, that's my fault. I made him turn his cell phone off at the wedding. John: That reminds me. Michael: Right on. So, what do you got, man? I mean, you got any new connections between Marcie's book and these killings? John: I'm working on it, Michael. Michael: That's it? You're working on it? What are you waiting for, John? I mean, what if the killer goes after Marcie next? ***
Marcie's voice: "Dear Julie, I'll never forget our time together at the shack. Stay out of trouble. Love, Marcie." [Knock on door] Marcie: Who is it? Mr. Walsh: It's us, Marcie. Marcie: Oh. What are you guys doing here so late? Ron: You want us to leave or -- Marcie: No! No, get back here. *** John: Hey, do me a favor and get me that number, will you, jack? Michael: Hey, do not walk away from me, John. What, am I wrong? Marcie wrote the book. She's got to be on that hit list someplace. John: You're not wrong. It's a long list, Michael. Right now anybody that worked on that project could be a target. Michael: Well, then, she is in trouble. John: Thanks, Jack. Roxy, do me a favor and give me a minute here? Roxy: Yeah, don't forget the rent, buddy. John: I won't forget the rent. Look, if the killer is in fact using Marcie's book as some kind of guide, yeah, she could be. Michael: What are we supposed to do, John? What, do we just sit around and wait for the next person to get whacked? That person could be Marcie. Evangeline: Michael, just calm down, please? Let john take care of this? Michael: Oh, yeah, yeah, he's taking care of things. He's out doing weddings while Nick Messina is stalking Marcie. John: Mike, settle down, all right? Relax. We have Marcie with 24-hour protection, but go back a second. This guy Messina -- he was one of the love crew, right? Michael: Yeah. John: All right, do you know where he is? You know where he lives? He's the one guy on the list I haven't been able to question yet. Michael: Well, I just ripped him a new one for sneaking around Marcie's place. John: When were you going to tell me that? Michael: I -- I tried, John. I tried to call you. You never picked up the phone, ok? What is it, John? Do you know something about this nick kid? John: No. I'm always a little suspicious when someone becomes scarce during a murder investigation. ***
Marcie: Well, come on, take your coats off. Come on in, make yourselves at home. Ron: Ok. Marcie: It's so great to see you guys. Dad, why didn't you tell me you were coming into town? Mr. Walsh: Since when I do need permission to see my kids? Ron: Well, actually, he came to see me, see, but, my place is being painted, so we thought maybe we, you know, could crash here, right? Marcie: You guys realize you're horrible at poker, right? You have terrible poker faces. Who told you about the murders? Ron: Michael. Mr. Walsh: He's worried about you. Marcie: Well, I'm fine. You can see I'm fine. Ron: Marcie, this is serious, ok? Look, you wrote that book, and now people are being murdered. Marcie: Hey, you don't think I know that, Ronnie? All right, Julie and Hudson were my friends, and now they're dead because of me. Mr. Walsh: That's not what he meant, Marcie. We're worried, too. Marcie: Well, I just want them to find out who's ever responsible for th-- *** Michael: So why didn't you tell me you couldn't find Nick? John: Because I'm in the police business, Michael, and you're in the hospital business. Michael: Marcie is my business and you should have told me. Evangeline: Michael, why don't you just tell john what happened so he can figure out what to do with it? Michael: I found nick creeping around Marcie's apartment. He said that he'd been real messed up since Julie died. You know, he said that -- he said that he was in love with her. John: Did Messina say where he was living these days? Michael: No, but I'm pretty sure Marcie could find out. John: Yeah? Can you call Marcie and ask her? Michael: You know, I'm trying to -- John: Mike, just make the call. *** Ron: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell are you doing here? Marcie: Ronnie, Ronnie, it's ok. It's just Nick. Nick: Marcie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Marcie: Well, how did you even get in here? Nick: Oh, I still have my key from when I lived here. Marcie: Oh. Nick: It's just habit. I just walked in. Ron: Yeah, well, you don't live here anymore. Marcie: So, what are you doing here? Is everything ok? Nick: Well, I just felt like a jerk, coming here all lit up like that, you know? Getting wasted isn't going to bring Julie back. Marcie: No. Nick: I don't blame Michael for throwing me around, either. Marcie: No, you were upset. I completely understand. Nick: And I lost my wallet. I think maybe I dropped it when Michael grabbed me? Marcie: Oh, well, I haven't seen it. Nick: Oh. Well, do you mind if I look around? Marcie: No, go ahead. Nick: Ok. Ron: I'll help you look. [Phone rings] Marcie: Hello. Michael: Marcie, it's me, Michael. Marcie: I thought you might call. My dad and Ron are here. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? Michael: Oh, listen, don't be mad. I was worried about you. Marcie: Actually, I'm really glad they're here. Nick just came in. He almost scared the life out of me. Michael: Nick came back? John: Hey, is he there now? Michael: Is he -- is he still there? Marcie: Yeah. He's looking for his wallet. John: Let me talk to her a second. Hey, Marcie, are you alone with Messina? Marcie: No, no, dad and Ron are here. Is there something wrong? John: No, no problem. Do me a favor. Can I speak to Ron for a second? Marcie: Oh, yeah, sure. Hold on. Ronnie? The phone's for you. Ron: Hello? John: Ron, hey, it's John Mc Bain. Hey, be cool about it, but can you do me a favor and keep Messina there until I get there? Ron: Ok, not a problem. John: I'm on my way. Ron: John wants to talk to Nick. He wants us to keep him here. Marcie: I don't know. Nick: It's got to be somewhere. Oh. I found it. Marcie: Oh. Nick: Look, I'm sorry I scared you -- twice now. Marcie: It's ok. Nick: I don't know, I'm just -- I'm not thinking straight anymore. I'll see you. Marcie: No, no, no, you can't leave yet. Nick: Why not? *** John: I'm sorry. I don't know how long I'm going to be. Evangeline: Go. Just go. Don't worry about it. John: Ok. Michael: I'm coming. John: No, you're not. Michael: I am, and don't give me any crap about it being police business, ok, because it's Marcie we're talking about, and I'm going. John: Michael, you did the right thing calling her family, all right? Now, look, I'm going to call a surveillance team on my way over. Just relax, ok? Michael: What if Marcie needs me? John: I'll have her call you. Ok? Bye. Michael: No, forget it. I'm going. Evangeline: Michael, he'll call us. Just let him do this by the book. Michael: Fine. Fine. Nigel: Detective Mc Bain. Oh, dear. Ms. Williamson. Evangeline: Nigel, hi. Nigel: Oh, dear. [Bell rings] Roxy: Ooh, la, la. Where you been, sailor? Nigel: Oh, around. Detective Mc Bain must be hot on the trail. I do hope he's found Mr. Buchanan. Then again, perhaps not. Roxy: Oh, I know what he's not doing -- paying his rent. Nigel: I don't think you need to concern yourself with that, Roxanne. Roxy: Oh, I think I do. But, you know what? We can lock him out. We can take his stuff. We could try to sell it. Ever seen his crib. He ain't got squat. So, what's going on with your boss man? Any word yet? Nigel: I'm afraid Mr. Buchanan is still incommunicado. Roxy: South America -- oh, baby, I wish I was there. You know, when they find him, they're going to fry his butt for what he did to Blair. ****
Marcie: I -- I thought you might want to have this. Nick: This is why I couldn't leave? Marcie: Well, the thing is -- Nick: Marcie, you already gave me a copy of your book -- at the book signing you did on campus, remember? Marcie: No, I know. This is Julie's book. The police found it in the car, and -- I don't know -- I thought that you might want to have it. Nick: "Stay out of trouble." Bet you never thought you'd be saying that and she'd die a week later, huh? Marcie: No. And I feel so responsible, Nick. I'm so sorry. Nick: Marcie, Marcie, it's not your fault that she died in that wreck. John: What makes you think somebody's at fault? ***
Nick: What are you doing here? John: You're a tough guy to track down, nick. Nick: Did Michael send you? First, he throws me around, now he sends in the heavy artillery? What, is this about Julie and Hudson? John: Could be. What do you know about them? Nick: I know that they're dead, and that Michael thinks that I had something to do with it. Is that what he told you? John: No, no, he just told me about you sneaking around outside Marcie's house. So, when was the last time you saw Julie? Nick: Oh, come on! Julie died in a car wreck. How could that be anything but an accident? Wasn't it? John: Here's how I think this is going to work. I'm going to ask the questions, you're going to answer them. Did you see Julie the night she died? Nick: Yes. We all did. She was here working on Hudson's memorial. And then she left to have a couple of drinks with her new bosses and we were supposed to get together later, but she never showed. John: Get together where? Nick: My place. John: Anyone see you there? Nick: I didn't kill Julie! I was in love with her! Ask Marcie. John: Marcie? Marcie: She never said anything to me about you guys. Nick, I never saw you guys together. I only know what he told me the other night, John. Nick: Look, we were together for a while, but we couldn't tell anybody. John: Ok. I heard somewhere that Julie's new job was going to take her out of town. Were you upset that she was leaving? Nick: I wanted her to get that job. Ok? I was happy for her. Why are you asking me all this stuff? John: You ok, Nick? You seem a little tense. Nick: Well, what do you expect? Huh? You just told me that my girlfriend was murdered! Why would somebody want to do that to her? John: How'd you get along with Prescott, Nick? Nick: Pretty well, I guess. I mean, we all lived here for quite a while, so -- John: Did the two of them ever get together without anybody knowing? Nick: She wasn't like that. What are you getting at here, man? Huh? Is that what Michael was talking about the other night? John: Nick, I sense anger, and we're just talking here. Nick: I don't have to take this. John: Sit your ass down. You're going to answer my questions. We can do it here or we can do it at the station. Either way, I'm going to get what I want ****
Michael: I'm going over there. Evangeline: Don't, Michael. John knows what he's doing. Michael: John should have called by now. Evangeline: Look, it hasn't been that long. Michael: Really? Is that why you keep looking at your watch? Evangeline, I'm worried. Evangeline: I can see that. But Marcie is fine. She has John there, she has her brother, her father. She's perfectly safe. Evangeline: Have you told her yet? Michael: Have I told her what? Evangeline: Have you told Marcie that you still love her? Michael: Love is just a word. Evangeline: You and your brother must see the same movies. Michael: What's that supposed to mean? Evangeline: Look, as far as I can tell, Marcie still loves you, too, so what's the problem? Why aren't you together? Michael: Well, the problem is that there are just too many problems. Evangeline: Such as? Michael: Such as fighting over nothing, fighting over everything, fighting because we're fighting. Evangeline: Sounds familiar. Michael: No, look, you and john don't fight the way I do with Marcie. Evangeline: Well, we -- we disconnect, you know? But, we keep working on it, you know? I love him too much to give up. Michael: Is love enough? I mean, what about all that other stuff?
*** Nick: I didn't kill anyone. John: Well, then you got nothing to worry about. Nick: Why would somebody want to kill Julie and make it look like a car wreck? And Hudson died in a fire! How are those connected? Marcie: Someone's copying my book. The murders are happening exactly the way that I wrote them. Ron: John can handle this, Marcie. Marcie: I'm sorry. Nick: That's what this is all about? I haven't even read Marcie's book yet! Any nut job could be out there copying this! John: Do me a favor, Nick. Write your name and address down in this book. Give me a phone number, too, please. Are you going to be there when I come looking for you? Nick: Unless I'm out killing somebody, yeah. John: Keep mouthing off, kid. Next time we'll do this down at the station where I don't have to be so charming. Believe me, whoever did this is going down for it. You understand? Nick: Good, because whoever did kill Julie, I want them to burn for it. Thanks for the book, Marcie. *** Michael: John. What's going on? How's Marcie? Is she ok? John: She's fine, all right? I got a unit out in front of her place, and she's inside with Ron and her dad. Michael: Did you bust Nick? John: Didn't feel right, Mike. He couldn't come to terms with Tanaka and Prescott being murdered. Michael: So you got nothing out of him? John: Well, it didn't -- Michael: Come on, John! John: It didn't help that you tipped him off! Michael: Yeah? Well, what was I supposed to do? Marcie was -- Marcie was in danger, ok? John: Right! Michael: He was stalking her! John: Right! He told me you accused him of murdering them! You gave him a heads-up. Michael: Yeah, well, I didn't know what else to do, ok? He was -- he was stalking her. Evangeline: Ok, look, it's late. It sounds to me like John handled things with Nick. John: Yeah, for now. Evangeline: Ok, so let's call it a night. How about that? Why don't we call it a night? Michael: Yeah. John: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Michael: Ok. I don't think I'm going to get much sleep, though. John: Give it your best. Michael: Hey, John? John: Yeah. Michael: Thanks. Thanks for looking in on Marcie. John: You'll be all right? Michael: Yeah. Yeah. I'm going to be ok. Roxy: Mc Bain? Check, please. ***
Marcie: You really don't have to spend the night, daddy. I'll be fine. Mr. Walsh: Are you kidding? This place has more traffic than grand central station. Ron: Yeah, even after midnight. So, I think you can just forget about it, sis, because you're not getting rid of us. Marcie: Ok. ***
Mr. Walsh: Well, I'm beat. I'm going up to bed. Ron: I'm right behind you, Pops. Marcie: Ok. I think I'm going to stay up a little bit longer. I'm still a little wired, ok? Mr. Walsh: Not too late. Marcie: Yes, daddy. Mr. Walsh: You need your rest. Marcie: Yes, daddy. Ron: Good night. Marcie: Good night. [Gas hisses] ***
April 7, 2005
[Phone rings] Michael: Hello? Marcie's voice: I've always loved mystery novels. Michael: Marcie? Marcie's voice: Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to write a murder mystery of my own. And now, to actually see "The Killing Club" in print with my name on the cover, it's like a dream come true. Michael: Who is this? Who is this? Answer me, damn it! [Phone hangs up] Michael: Marcie. [Gas hisses] *** [Gas hisses] Michael: Marcie! Marcie! Marcie, are you in there? Michael: Oh. Marcie, honey, where are you? Marcie! Come on, come on, come on. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Marcie! Marcie. Marcie, honey. Marcie, honey. Are you ok? Marcie? Marcie, sweetie? Ok, ok, you're alive. You're alive. Marcie, sweetie, you got to wake up. You got to wake up. Please, please, please wake up! My life goes a million miles a minute. *** Michael: Come on, come on. We got to get you up. Marcie: Michael, I don't feel good. Michael: I know, we got to get you out of here! The house is full of gas. There's a gas leak someplace. This house is full of it. Come on. Marcie: My -- my dad and Ron are inside. Michael: I know, I know. We got to get you outside. Who's inside? Ron and your dad? Marcie: Ron and my dad. Michael: Inside? Ok, listen, I am going to go inside and get them. My phone is in the pocket. Call 911 right now! Marcie: Michael, be careful. Daddy, come on, get out. You ok? It's ok. Are you all right? Mr. Walsh: What's happening? Marcie: I think there was a gas leak or something inside the house. Mr. Walsh: Where's Ron? Marcie: He's still inside, but Michael went to get him. You didn't -- you didn't see him? Mr. Walsh: I wasn't even thinking. I woke up, I could barely breathe. I came down the back stairs. You stay right here. Marcie: No, no, no, daddy -- daddy, no! Daddy, no, don't put on a light switch or anything, ok? The whole house could blow up! Marcie: Please hurry up, ok? Michael? Ronnie? Dad? Dad! Dad, you ok? Are you ok? Oh, my God. Ronnie, are you ok? Michael: Yeah, yeah, he's all right. They're all right. Marcie: Oh, my God, you saved our lives! If it weren't for you, we'd all be dead! Oh, Michael. Ron: What the hell happened in there? Michael: Must have been a gas leak. Marcie: All we had to do is flip the switch and the whole house would've blown up. Ron: I got to go and turn it off. Michael: Yeah, I'm going to go open the ground-floor windows. Marcie: No, no, no, don't stay too long in there! Dad, are you all right? Is it your heart? Are you ok? Mr. Walsh: I woke up, I heard -- I heard Michael yelling and the shades were drawn, so the room was dark. I went for the lamp. Marcie: It's ok. Mr. Walsh: I went for the lamp and -- Marcie: It's ok. Mr. Walsh: My head was killing me, and I stumbled -- Marcie: Are you sure? Mr. Walsh: And I accidentally knocked it off the table. Marcie: Are you sure you're all right, daddy? Mr. Walsh: I'm ok, honey. Marcie: Yeah? Mr. Walsh: I'm all right, sweetheart. Marcie: Ok. Mr. Walsh: What is it, son? Ron: The gas pipe -- it looks like somebody sawed through it. Marcie: What? Ron: Yeah and the storm door -- the lock has been cut. Marcie: Are you telling me someone broke into the basement? Ron: Yes, yeah. Marcie: No, no. No, no, no, this can't be happening, ok, Ronnie? This can't be happening! Michael: I got all the windows on the ground floor open. What's going on, sweetie? Marcie: Someone broke into the basement and they cut the gas pipe. Michael: Are you serious? Marcie: My dad, my brother, and me, Michael -- we were in a house full of fumes. They were trying to kill us, just like in the book! ***
Evangeline: Well, I guess I'll go take a shower. John: Ok. Evangeline: All by myself. John: Well, I showered three days ago. I'm fine. Evangeline: Are you sure about that? John: I'm very sure. Evangeline: I'm inviting you. John: No. You know, all your brains evaporate in the shower. Evangeline: That must be the problem. John: There you go. [Phone rings] John: Michael, hey. Michael: Hey, John, it's me. You got to get down to the cottage right now. John: What happened? Michael: It's Marcie. It looks like somebody tried to kill her and her family. Somebody tried to gas them. John: Ok, listen, Mike, there should be a unit in the area. You find them, all right? You need an ambulance? Michael: No, don't worry about it. It's already covered. John: Ok. Hey, Mike? Michael: Yeah. John: Be careful. Evangeline: What happened? John: Remember the warning about the where and the when? Marcie's house. Now. Evangeline: My God. *** [Ron coughs] Ron: I just can't believe I didn't wake up. Marcie: None of us did, Ronnie. The fumes got to us while we were sleeping. That was the point. Ron: Yeah. Who would want to do that? Who would want to take your book and bring it to life? Why? Why would someone do that? Marcie: I don't know. Mr. Walsh: You're coming to Jersey. Marcie: Dad, I'm not -- Mr. Walsh: Some sicko's after you. Two of your friends are already dead. I want you to come home. John: Hey. How's everybody doing? Ron: We're alive. Marcie: Hey, John. John: How about you? You ok? Marcie: I've got a little headache and I'm nauseous, but, you know, the E.M.T. wants us to go to the hospital for some kind of lung scan. John: Sounds like a good idea. Marcie: No, it's not. I've spent enough times in hospitals lately, John. Michael saved us. If he hadn't, the whole house probably would have blown up and we probably would have died in our sleep. Michael: Marcie's brother, Ron -- he said that there were apparently signs of a break-in in the basement and that the gas line looked as if it had been cut. John: Michael, you ok? Michael: Yes. John: You sure? Michael: I'm fine, man. I'm just glad I got here in time. Officer: I'm going to go check out the basement. John: Do that. But, first thing, I want to see the surveillance team. I want to know where the hell they were during all this, all right? Do that first, all right? Officer: Yes, sir. John: Thanks. Michael: I left her here, John. I left her here all alone. You know, I know that we're not together, but I almost lost her for good this time. John: Ok. Slow down. This is not your fault, Mike. Michael: John, I got up this morning, I got ready like any other day, and all the while Marcie's being poisoned. Jeez, you know, if I hadn't gotten that phone call -- John: Wait, wait. What phone call? Michael: It was weird. It was like Marcie, but it wasn't Marcie. You know, she -- she was talking. It was like a recording of a press conference or a radio address, something like that. John: All right. Slow down for a second, Mike. Slow down, think about this for a second. Did you hear any other sounds? Did you hear the caller's voice? Michael: No, no, the recording clicked off, and the line just went dead. John: Ok. You got this call on your cell phone? Michael: Yeah. John: You check the caller I.D.? Michael: Yeah, John, it was blocked. He must have been calling from a pay phone or something. You know, I just ran over here. When I couldn't get Marcie on the phone, I just ran over here and if I hadn't, I swear to you, John, they'd probably be dead. John: Hey. Hey. You did good, man. You did real good. I'm thinking whoever set this up, they wanted you to get here just in time. You know, it's like the one chapter in the book. Michael: The "Dino" chapter. John: Yeah, the "Dino" chapter. Michael: Yeah. So, this S.O.B. -- He kills Julie and Hudson, and now he's playing a game with Marcie's life? No, John. Michael: No. John: Ok. Ok. Are you hungry? John: Ok, I know this is difficult, but try to think back. Did you see anyone around here last night before you went to bed? Marcie: No. John: You get any strange phone calls, hang-ups? Marcie: No, nothing. Michael: Nick Messina was here. Marcie: Michael, please. You still don't think that he had anything to do with this? Michael: He was here. John put a little heat on him and now this? What the hell am I supposed to think, Marcie? John: Mike, Mike, I got a couple guys on it, all right? See, if we can go back to last night, find out what happened. Ron: Oh, me and my father, we decided to stay over last night. Marcie: So they went up to bed, and then I stayed up reading. John: All right. Around what time was that? Marcie: I guess around midnight. Ron: Yeah. Marcie: I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was Michael coming in, waking me up, and telling me that I had to get outside. John: Ok. You know, Marcie, I finished reading the book. Marcie: And then you know about the same thing happened to the main character, Jamie. John: Yeah. Marcie: And her dad and her brother. So, my book almost got us all killed, right? Michael: Marcie, wait. Mr. Walsh: You can't let this maniac get away with this. John: I won't, Mr. Walsh. With this act, the department now classifies this as acts of a serial killer. Ron: So what are you saying, lieutenant? This is, what, good news? John: Gets us more funds and manpower, Ron, to catch this guy and we will. Jen: Hey. Marcie: Hi. Jen: I saw the ambulance and the cop cars. What happened? Marcie: Someone tried to kill me last night. My dad and my brother, too. Jen: Oh, my God. What happened? Marcie: Somebody broke in and they cut a gas pipe, and there was a leak and the fumes filled the house. We almost died. Jen: My God. So, the same person? Marcie: Who killed Julie and Hudson, who's acting out the murders in my book? Yeah. Jen: Ok, whoever this is, they're going to get caught. You know that, right? Marcie: I hope so. So, what are you doing here anyway? Jen: Well, I was going to hit you up for a bedroom in the cottage, but now I don't think that's such a good idea. Marcie: No. ***
Ron: Hey, Marcie. Marcie: Hi. Hey. Ron: Michael insists that we go to the hospital and get checked out. Mr. Walsh: You should, too, to be safe. Marcie: Yeah, no, I know. Michael's going to drive me there, and, you know, we'll meet you there. Ron: Ok. Marcie: I'm so sorry. I know this is all my fault. Mr. Walsh: No. Ron: Hey, no. Don't say that, ok? All you did was write a great mystery novel. Right? Marcie: I love you guys both so much. Mr. Walsh: We love you, honey. Ron: It's going to be all right. Marcie: Ok. Ron: All right? Marcie: Yeah. Ron: We'll see you at the hospital. Marcie: Ok. Ron: Ok? Marcie: Mm-hmm. I'll be ok. Ron: Ok. Mr. Walsh: Come on. Michael: Don't worry, I'll take care of her, guys. Listen up. I got something to say, and I don't want any argument. Marcie: Ok. Michael: Ok. When we get done at the hospital -- Marcie: Yeah. Michael: We're going back to my house. Marcie: Michael, I really don't think I should be -- Michael: No. I am not going to let you stay here until this guy is caught. You got it? Marcie: I got it. ***
April 13, 2005
Natalie: Are you ok? Jessica: I will be. Now that i know that it's just stress, all I have to do is learn how to relax. Natalie: Well, you figure out how to do that, let me know, ok? Jessica: How you doing? Natalie: Hanging in there. Jessica: Natalie, you're doing way better than that. I can tell. I mean, this thing that happened with Cristian, with the guy posing as him? You're handling it so well. Better than I would be. Natalie: Well, I don't -- I don't know that I'm really handling it. Just I'm creating more distractions for myself, a little personal drama. Jessica: With John? Natalie: Not John. Someone who's available. Marcie's brother, Ron. *** Officer: Lieutenant, there's a call for you on line five. John: Line five? Officer: Yeah. John: Thanks. Mc Bain. Hey, you know what, I don't buy it. No, you know what, someone had to have seen that guy somewhere at one of those signings. Yeah, I got the list right on my desk, all right? Just get it -- [Vase shatters] John: I got to call you back, all right? Yeah, I'll call you back. Ugh. Michael: Hey, what -- what's going on, John? John: Nothing much. Michael: Huh. You destroyed the flowers that Ron Walsh sent to Natalie. Imagine that. John: Don't touch anything. I can handle this myself. Michael: I don't think so, bro. I think you can use all the help you can get. John: I didn't intentionally dump the flowers, Mike. Michael: So it doesn't bother you that Ron Walsh and Natalie are dating? John: They went out for a couple beers, man. Michael: So it does bother you. John: Nice try. It's not going to work. How's Marcie? Michael: Oh, she's really freaked about these "Killing Club" murders. She's not just scared, she's -- she's guilty, you know, like she feels like this whole thing is her fault. John: Yeah, well, that can happen. Michael: You would know. John: We're not talking about me anymore. Michael: But you got to admit it, John, this case is starting to get to you. We're talking about another serial killer here. John: Well, thank you, Dr. Freud. Michael: Are you telling me this isn't personal at all? John: It's not like it was with Caitlin. I can handle this one. Michael: So you're not on this thing 24/7? Getting plenty of rest, not missing any meals? John: Do you want this case solved or not? Michael: John, you got a whole team of people working for you. You got bodyguards on every potential victim. You have to understand you can't do this whole thing yourself. John: Right back at you, bro. I heard you got Marcie living at your place. Michael: She's staying with me. I'm sleeping on the couch. John: Oh, the couch? Well, I'm sure you're getting plenty of rest. Michael: What was I supposed to do, John? This maniac almost killed Marcie, her father, and her brother. I mean, if a guy like Ron Walsh can't protect her -- John: What am I going to do about these damn flowers? Michael: Well, you know what Freud said -- "no such thing as an accident." John: Well, then Freud was nuts, because this was. Michael: Oh, so you destroying that beautiful bouquet of flowers that Natalie's boyfriend, Ron Walsh, sent to her -- that was a coincidence, right? John: No, no, I did it because I'm secretly in love with her. *** Jessica: You're dating Ron Walsh? Natalie: We went out once. Jessica: Well, are you going to go out again? Natalie: Sure. Actually, today. Jessica: Well, don't sound so excited. Natalie: It's a beer, Jess. You know, it's not like he's the great love of my life. Jessica: Natalie, it'll happen again, ok, with the right guy. Natalie: Just having fun. Let's not make it into a big deal, ok? Jessica: Well, if you can. Natalie: I told you, Ron, he's -- Jessica: Available. Yeah, you said that. Natalie: Yeah, you got it. Jessica: Unlike John. Natalie: What does this have to do with John? Jessica: I'm just making sure that you're just not trying to make him jealous. Natalie: You know, Jess, come on. I am so over John. I like Ron. You know, he's really nice, not to mention gorgeous. Jessica: And available. Just what you said. Natalie: I got to get ready for work. Jessica: Oh, don't worry, I'll clean this up. Natalie: Thanks! Jessica: Huh. Jessica: How did I not know about this? Where was I last night? Viki: Morning, darling. Jessica: Mom, I am so sorry about your job. I wish I had found out earlier. Viki: That's all right, darling. How are you? Have you heard from Dr. Miller? Jessica: Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. Nothing a little rest and relaxation won't fix. ***
John: Thank you. Michael: So you're finally admitting to it. You're in love with Natalie. John: It's what they call a joke, Mike. Michael: You weren't smiling. John: You ever heard of sarcasm? Michael: Ok, the only thing left here to do is salvage the flowers, stick them in a new vase, and hopefully Natalie won't find out that you destroyed her flowers in a fit of jealous rage. John: Ok, or here's a thought -- I could tell her the truth that it was an accident. Michael: She's not going to believe that, John. These flowers came from another guy. John: All right, you know what, I really don't see what the big deal is about any of this stuff. Michael: Yeah, well, Evangeline might. Remember her? John: You know what, you have actually officially turned into a complete pain in the ass. [Phone rings] John: Mc Bain. Oh, hey. Yeah, no, I missed you, too. No, I grabbed a couple hours of sleep here at the station. Yeah, no, no, I -- I think I could take a break here in a little while. Yeah. I'll see you then. *** John: Give me that tape, will you? Detective: The guy at all the readings is a Rusty Mancini. John: Does he have an alibi for where he was during the murders? Detective: Out of state both times. It checks out. He was getting autographs for his real estate clients. John: I thought this was going to be something. All right, keep looking. Detective: Yep. John: All right, except for this one, what do you think? Michael: Uh, well, I guess it looks ok. Do you know where the card is? John: I don't know. Yeah, where's that card? Michael: I don't know. Natalie: Oh, flowers. John: Uh -- they're yours. Natalie: Thank you. Thank you so much. They're gorgeous. Michael: Yeah. ***
April 14, 2005
Ron: Yeah, I like this one. Roxy: Hellfire red, baby. You know, I think you're wearing entirely too many layers of clothing today. Marcie: Hi, guys. Ron: Marcie. What are you doing out by yourself? Marcie: Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. The police have been keeping a very close eye on me. Ron: Yeah, I just don't think you should be taking any chances, though. It's not worth it, is it? Marcie: Oh, I know, I know, I know. So, what's with you? Well, you look like you're ready to go out on the town. You going out on a date or something. Who's the lucky girl? Ron: Natalie Vega. Marcie: What? Natalie? Ron: What, you got a problem with that? Marcie: Yeah, I really don't think -- it's a really bad idea, Ron. Ron: Why? Marcie: Because she's hung up on another guy, that's why. *** Ron: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Natty and I, we talked about some guy she had a thing for, but I didn't realize she was seeing someone. Marcie: Well, she's not seeing someone, but -- well, she's still in love with someone. She's in love with Cristian. Ron: Her husband, the guy who died? Marcie: Ronnie, I'm being serious. Ron: She probably just needs time, that's all. Marcie: Yeah, she does. She needs a lot of time, ok? Look, from what I hear, she's -- Cristian was the love of her life. Ron: Yeah, so what's your point? Marcie: The point is, Ronnie, that Natalie is really messed up right now, ok, and I'm not saying that that is completely all of her fault. It's just -- it's just the way it is, ok, and if you get involved with her right now, you're just going to be the one to get hurt. Ron: Ok, Marcie, look, it's just a date, ok? I like Natalie. She's fun and pretty. And she wouldn't get involved with me if she didn't want to get on with her life. ****
Michael: Hey. Marcie: Hi. Michael: I was in the neighborhood, so -- Marcie: I'm fine, honestly. I know -- I know that everybody's worried about me. Look, thanks for -- thanks for taking care of me last night. I guess I just -- you know, I guess I just kind of freaked out. Michael: Well, you know, you can stay over anytime. Marcie: Yeah. You know, about that, I -- you know, I talked to Ron, and he said that I can stay with him. And, you know, it's much bigger, and -- and I wouldn't feel so weird about you sleeping on the couch and -- Michael: I understand. Marcie: Yeah. Michael: Yeah. I got to admit, last night was -- was hard. Marcie: The couch? Michael: No -- knowing that you were in the other room and that, you know, we couldn't -- Marcie: Yeah. You know, I don't know if this is the really best time to talk about any of that, so -- Michael: Yeah, yeah. You know, with everything else that's going on, we should probably not be talking about that. It's just -- I don't know -- I'd really like to get your mind off this thing for a little while. Marcie: So what do you have in mind? Michael: I don't know. I have to go and check in at the hospital, but I was thinking maybe we could meet up at the palace, half an hour? Marcie: I'd like that. I'll see you there. Michael: All right. Hayes: Marcie. Marcie: What are you doing here? I mean, I hate to bring this up, but I fired you. You're not my agent anymore. Hayes: Ah -- well, I wanted to give it some time, let the emotions cool, but -- Marcie: It says here that I can't fire you. Hayes: Well, technically, no, you can't. It's in the contract. Marcie: Interesting. It's interesting how you wait until the book is a success to clue me into this. Hayes: And I can't tell you how proud I am. I mean, gosh, the book is -- it's on the bestseller list. That's phenomenal! Marcie: Yeah, no thanks to you, and you tried to squeeze me into a size two, but that didn't matter, did it? Hayes: I know, Marcie. Actually, I was hoping that I could talk to you for a sec before the reading today. Marcie: What reading? What are you talking about? I -- Hayes: Llanview University. We're scheduled to read from "The Killing Club." We booked it eons ago. Marcie: I -- I completely forgot. I mean, with everything that's going on, I just -- look, if you're here to try to change me or fit me into some kind of box, I'm not going to do it, ok? Hayes: No, listen, Marcie, no, I didn't come for that. I -- I want to apologize. ****
Evangeline: This is nice. You should give me some credit for this one -- a good restaurant and finally a little time to get away together, alone. Hmm. It's been a while since we got away during the day without any distractions. John: Yeah, but -- Michael: Hey, you guys. Evangeline: Hey. Michael: I hope I'm not interrupting. I'm waiting for Marcie, and I was just wondering if you'd gotten anywhere on "The Killing Club" murders. John: No, Michael, nothing new since I last saw you. Michael: I'm just asking. John: I understand. Look, we'll look after everything, but if you don't mind, for now -- Michael: Yeah. Yeah. No, I can take a hint. John: Take a hint. Michael: Yeah, ok. Oh, hey -- I almost forgot. Congratulations. Evangeline: Oh -- thanks. John: Did I miss something? Evangeline: It's nothing, really. Michael: I'll see you later. Evangeline: Thanks. John: Why didn't you tell me? Evangeline: It's no big deal, really. It's just a Llanview chamber of commerce thing. John: No, this is a big deal. Evangeline: But it's just a nomination. It's not like I won anything. John: Yeah, well, you should. Evangeline: Thank you. John: You know, I kind of like hanging out with fancy lawyer-type people sometimes. Evangeline: Fancy lawyer-type. John: Well, you are. Evangeline: Oh, you're kidding me. You're kidding me. So, much for getting away by ourselves. John: It's a small town. Evangeline: Yeah. You know, actually, I think it's great to see Natalie moving on. Besides, I think Natalie and Ron Walsh look cute together. Ron: You ok? Natalie: Yeah, I'm fine, fine. I'm sorry. Finish your joke. John: So -- Waiter: Excuse me. John: Thank you. Evangeline: Thank you. John: Hey, tell me more about this nomination thing. Does this mean you got to go to some, like, big awards dinner? Evangeline: I suppose. John: Yeah? Well, I don't mean to be presumptuous, but just tell me what to wear and when to pick you up. Evangeline: Oh, come on, John. You hate that kind of thing. John: This is different. You know, this is about you, and I'm -- I'm proud of you. Evangeline: Not as proud as i am of you. [Phone rings] Evangeline: Sorry. Yeah, Evangeline Williamson. What? Ok. I'll just -- I'll be right there. I'm sorry, John. A client of mine just got arrested. At least we had some time together, you know? John: Yeah. Sure. Evangeline: No, no, please, stay right there. Don't you move. You have to finish your lunch. You know, maybe Michael can come and keep my seat warm while he's waiting for Marcie. John: Does it have to be Michael? Could it be someone I don't know? That guy over there? Evangeline: I'm so sorry. John: All right. Evangeline: I'll call you later. John: Yeah. Evangeline: Bye. John: Bye. John: By default. Michael: Yeah. John: So my date had to leave. What happened to yours? Michael: I don't know. I was a little early, but she should be here by now. John: Hey, listen to me. You got Marcie being watched 24/7, all right? Nothing's going to happen to her. Michael: Thanks. So, what happened with you two? John: Oh, I don't know, she had some client that was being arraigned. Michael: Not Evangeline. The flower incident of '05. John: Yeah. Well, she was mad. Michael: Yeah. Why? Because the flowers weren't from you or because you trashed them? John: Oh, you know what, Mike? I'm not going to do this. If you're going to do that, I'm going to read the paper. Michael: Well, look, it's just that I really like Evangeline, you know? John: So do I, Mikey. So do I. Michael: I think you might have finally found the person who can help you get past what happened all those years ago. *** Hayes: I'm sorry, Marcie, for everything that I did. I -- I was a bully. I just -- I knew that "The Killing Club" was going to be this huge hit, and I thought that I was giving you every girl's dream of glamour and fame and fortune and the whole nine yards. But, I realize now that you're -- well, you're not every girl. You're something different, something special. And your book -- my God, it speaks for itself. It's flying off the shelves. Marcie: Yeah, apology accepted, ok? Hayes: Thank you, Marcie. So, can I give you a ride to the reading? Marcie: Hayes, I don't -- I don't know how you expect me to go to a reading of a book that motivated the murder of two of my friends. Hayes: What? Marcie: You have no idea what I'm talking about? Hayes: Marcie, I -- Marcie: Someone's been copying the murders from my book, literally copying them. Two of my friends have died. Everyone I know from the love crew is in danger. Everyone I know is in danger. *** Roxy: Honey, listen to me, this is what you got to do. You got to stay inside until they catch that wacko. Get in bed, put the covers over your head, and read a good book. But not your own book, because it scared the spit out of me. What'd I just say? Sometimes I just can't control my mouth. Good luck, baby. *** Hayes: Marcie -- Marcie: Ok. Hayes: If what you're saying is right, I'm still having a hard time believing it, but, listen, I will take care of you. We'll get you a full-time bodyguard. Marcie: No. I don't need any protection. I have enough police protection. Hayes: Well -- so that's great. So, it's not a problem. It's just that this -- we're contractually obligated to do this public thing, Marcie. Marcie: Fine. Ok. I get it. I get it. I'll go get ready, ok? Hayes: Ok. Marcie: Be right back. Hayes: Yeah. Yeah, Hayes Barber here. I need to get a full-time bodyguard. For who? For me.
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Hayes: Are you sure that this place is completely safe? Officer: 100%, sir. Marcie: "He walked me over to the front walk, guiding me out of the snow patches into which my heels were slipping. It looks like he fell down his basement steps, went down probably -- probably because some fuses blew. He kicked over a gas can." I'm so sorry, I -- I'm sorry, I can't -- I can't read this. Jen: Listen, you ok? It's ok. Marcie: Jen, I can't do it. Jen: It's all right. Michael: Hey. Marcie's at some book reading at L.U.? *** John: My guys are on it, Mike. Michael: No, why didn't you tell me about it, man? John: Well, I just heard about it. Michael: Yeah, well, I don't like her doing public things. It makes her an easier target. John: It's probably best that she goes about her normal business, as long as we have police protection -- Michael: Don't tell me what's best for Marcie. John: Under the circumstances, Mike -- Michael: You think you know what's best? John: Yeah. Michael: Yeah. You can't even take care of your own woman, ok? All right, don't look at me like that. Ok, you can't control your own feelings, so you feel like you got to run around controlling everybody else's? John: What are you talking about? Michael: Evangeline and Natalie -- does that ring a bell? John: Yeah, I think I've heard those names before. Michael: Yeah, you're with Evangeline, but you can't take your eyes off of Natalie. What the hell is the deal with that? John: I don't know, Mike. You seem to have all the answers. Michael: That thing you told me about, about Ron and Natalie -- why won't you just cop to it? John: What would you like me to say about it? Michael: I'd like the truth. John: Ok. I admit it, it kind of bothered me to see Natalie with another guy. I still don't get it. ***
April 18, 2005
Officer: Well, like I said -- John: I just want to make sure we're on the same page here, Cerruty. Ofc.Cerruty: We made the match. John: Now, look, I know you're tired. I need you to go back out to the cottage and search every inch again. Ofc. Cerruty: We've done that, lieutenant, twice. John: You know what they say -- "third time's the charm." Got a problem? Thanks. Michael: You wanted to see me? John: Yeah, I did. Sit down. Michael: You're not smiling, so I figure this is going to be heavy. What's going on? John: I -- I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday. Michael: The Sixers won by eight. Iverson hit for 30. John: Mike, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Angel square lobby, me, what I said about Natalie. ***
Michael: Just so I know that we're all on the same page here -- we are talking about you being jealous of Natalie's relationship with Ron Walsh, right? John: Right there. I never said that I'm jealous, not in the way that you mean. Michael: Whatever. John: Not "whatever." You heard me wrong. Michael: John, is this going to go someplace? Was I summoned here for a reason? John: Yes. Yes, you were. I'm trying to see if you can be discreet about what was said. Michael: That Natalie going out with somebody else bothers you? John: You know, it's almost perverse in the way that you enjoy saying things that bother me. Michael: I'm just repeating what you said. Listen -- and I quote -- "it kind of bothers me to see Natalie with another man." Those are your exact words. ***
Michael: Ok, John, I won't say anything -- about anything. John: Gee, thanks. Michael: Yeah, I just hope I'm in time to kill the headlines. You know, "Llanview cop found guilty of jealousy." John: Enough, Mike. Michael: Come on, John, will you lighten up? John: Look, I said what I said in the heat of the moment, that's all. I don't need people pushing me to say things I don't mean. Michael: Right. John: And I don't want to -- I don't want to lose what I have right now. This thing with Evangeline -- I want it to work, Mike. Michael: And it will, provided you don't say any things that you don't mean. Because the person listening -- well, they might not be your fine, upstanding, close-mouthed little bro. John: I got to get back to work. Michael: Listen, John, what I'm trying to say here is, you are never going to make it work with Evangeline unless you deal with your feelings for Natalie first. ***
Michael: I know what Natalie's been through, and I know that you don't want to see her get hurt. John: You know, Mike, the more you talk about me, my feelings, I just realize that none of this is your business. Michael: Maybe you're right. But, I'm pretty sure that it is Evangeline's business. ****
Michael: What, John? You want to get hurt? Because that's what's going to happen if you still have feelings for Natalie and you don't deal with them. John: You're wrong, Mike. Michael: Yeah. Yeah, I hear you, John. I just don't believe you. John: Well, then that would be your problem, wouldn't it? Michael: No, I'm sorry, buddy, I'm not the one with the problem here. You are. You better wake up and start being honest with yourself before it's too late. See you around, John. John: You know, what happened to this guy? This kid? Sweet kid. ****
April 20, 2005
John: It's open! Natalie: I just wanted to know if there was anything you need. Michael: Hey, how are you? Hayes: Michael, wait, wait, wait a second. Michael: What do you want? Hayes: I think we should talk about what happened to Marcie at the book reading. Michael: Well, she was upset. I comforted her. That's about it. Hayes: Well, technically, I got to her first, but -- Michael: What is this, a contest? Look, I understand that Marcie is stuck with you as her agent, but unless it has something to do with your professional responsibility, I'd prefer if you didn't hang around her. Hayes: And you'd be saying this as her, what, her bodyguard? Michael: What I am to Marcie is none of your business. But, I am saying this to you man to man -- stay away from her. Hayes: Well, that's fine with me, Michael. The people around Marcie Walsh tend to wind up dead anyway. *** Jen: Hey, Marcie. Hey. Marcie: Look, could you just wait outside, please? Officer: My orders are to watch you 24/7. Marcie: But I'm just visiting my best friend. Really, she's really not going to kill me. Officer: I'll be right outside if you need me. Marcie: Thanks. Welcome to my world. Jen: Well, maybe my police escort can keep your police escort company. How are you? Marcie: I'm ok. Jen: One more time -- how are you? Marcie: Want to know the truth? Jen: Mm-hmm. Marcie: I'm a wreck. I can't eat, I can't sleep, you know, which eating normally would be a really good thing for me because, you know, whenever I get in these situations, I tend to overeat all the time, but nothing feels right. And I can't help, you know, thinking about Julie and Hudson and that they're dead because of me, and that's all I keep thinking about in my mind. Jen: Marcie, you have to stop talking like that. Marcie: Why? Why, Jen? I mean, it's true. Ok, my book got two of our friends killed. It's put everybody else that I know in danger, including you. I mean, you even have a police escort, guard -- whatever you want to call them. Jen: You want to know something? I don't think my cop's here to protect me. I think he's here to make sure that I don't go anywhere so when Riley's dad gets back, they can arrest me for Paul's murder. ***
Michael: You know, I always figured you for a creep and a lowlife opportunist, but I guess we can add coward to the list now, too. Hayes: Oh, Michael, I'm hurt. Michael: Just stay away from me. Could I get a grilled cheese, soda -- Hayes: Come on, Michael, cut me some slack, will you? I mean, what person in their right mind wants to walk around with a target on their back? Marcie's friends are all dropping like flies. Michael: Well, then I guess you got nothing to worry about. Hayes: I really get to you, don't I? Michael: Yeah, to me, Hayes, you're a lightweight, ok, and so damn transparent. You don't care about Marcie. You don't care about her friends. The only thing you care about is selling books. Hayes: Well, it is my job and I must be doing something right. "The Killing Club" is on the bestseller list, isn't it? But you know what else, Michael? I really care about Marcie. She's somebody special, and she deserves better. Michael: You took the words right out of my mouth. Hayes: You know what I mean. You really screwed up her life. Michael: You just don't know when to quit, do you? Hayes: You're the one who got her so upset she ran out into the middle of the street, got hit by a car, almost died. You're the one who's put her through so much crap that I'm flabbergasted that she hasn't had a nervous breakdown by now! Or -- wait. Or did she? Michael: What are you talking about? Hayes: A nervous breakdown. Michael, after everything that you've put her through, it wouldn't surprise me one bit if Marcie ended up being "The Killing Club" murderer. *** Marcie: Jen, stop it. You know, you're no more a killer than I am. Jen: Tell that to Riley's dad. Better yet, tell that to Riley. Marcie: Jen, Riley loves you. You know he does. He's -- I don't know, he's just a little confused. Jen: Yeah, confused would be better. You know, he actually has convinced himself that I've killed somebody. I don't want to talk about Riley anymore, ok? Marcie: Ok. I'm sorry. Officer: This guy's been making noise about wanting to see you. Either of you two guys know him? ***
Marcie: No, really, it's ok, officer. We know him. Jen: He's a friend. What are you doing here? Riley: I need to see you. Jen: Have you been drinking? Riley: No. Ok, yes, I know I usually do that, but, no, I haven't. Jen: Good. Marcie: You know, I think I'm going to go powder my nose. Riley: I miss you. Jen: What do you want me to say, Riley? I miss you, too. That's not our problem. Riley: Jen, I woke up this morning, the bed was empty without you there. You belong there with me now. Jen: I was there, right up until the minute where you believed that I'm a cold-blooded killer. Riley: I made mistakes. I'm sorry. Jen: So what are you saying? Now you don't believe that I killed Paul? Riley: I'm trying to tell you I love you, all right, and if you did do it, I'm -- Jen: Ok, hold on a second. Riley: Listen, Jen -- Jen: No, you listen to me! Before, Rex believed that I was guilty, but he wanted to stand by me, and you're the one who thought I was innocent, and now all of a sudden everything's reversed. Rex is by my side, he wants to stand by me, and you want to love me right onto death row, just like your father. *** Michael: Listen, Hayes, if you're trying to get me to punch you in the mouth again, it's not going to work, ok? Hayes: Yeah, it's just an observation. Hey, for all I know, you could be the killer. You hated Marcie's book because it took time away from you, you were jealous of her success, and you do have that temper. Michael: That's right. Don't you forget that. Stay away from Marcie. ***
Viki: Yes, this is Victoria Davidson. Hayes: Mrs. Davidson, this is Hayes Barber. I'm Marcie Walsh's agent. Viki: And what can I do for you, Mr. Barber? Hayes: I don't know if you're aware, but Hudson Prescott and Julie Tanaka's deaths were not accidents. They were murdered by someone who's been copying the killings out of Marcie's book. Viki: What is this all about? Hayes: I wanted to give you and your paper permission to use excerpts from "The Killing Club" in upcoming articles related to the murders. Viki: I see. And you would be doing this -- Hayes: For Marcie's protection, of course. The way I see it, the more media coverage there is, the safer she'll be. Viki: Well, isn't that generous of you. But, Mr. Barber, I would never do anything to impede an ongoing murder investigation. Hayes: Unfortunately, "The Sun" and some of the other scandal sheets may not share your journalistic ethics. This story is going to break, Mrs. Davidson. I'd just prefer to see it break in your paper. Viki: Uh-huh. And why is that, because of my ethics or my paper's circulation? Hayes: "The Killing Club" is already a bestseller, Mrs. Davidson. I'm doing this for Marcie. This is -- this is all about her. *** Riley: How are you going to understand this if you never let me explain, huh? Marcie: You know, I think I'm going to get going because, you know, you need to talk and I don't -- Jen: No, Marcie, stay. I want you to stay. I'm done talking. Riley: What, we can't even talk anymore? Is that it? [Phone rings] Riley: Hello? Daniel: Hey, hey, Riley, it's me. Riley: Dad, where are you? Daniel: We're coming home. Riley, I've done some things in the past that I'm not very proud of, to you and to mom. I swore I'd never be like my father. I never meant to hurt either one of you. I'm sorry, son, for so many things. I love you. Riley: I love you, too. Is everything ok? Daniel: Yeah. Yeah, it couldn't be better. See you soon. Riley: Bye. Jen: So I guess you two are tight again, huh? Riley: He's my father, Jen. Jen: Yeah, he's the man that's trying to take my life away. Don't you get that? You can't love us both right now. Officer: Found another one of your friends wandering around outside. *** Natalie: May I have a seat? Michael: Go ahead. What do you want? Natalie: Well, there's really no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it. I overheard you talking to John about his feelings for me. Michael: You what? Natalie: You know, about dating Ron. You said that it bothered him. He agreed. Michael: Oh, man. Natalie: No, I think it's good. I'm glad that I heard it. Michael: Yeah, well, I'm not. It was a private conversation between me and my brother. Natalie: Well, it's too late. I did hear it, and I'd like to talk to you about it. Michael: Well, what you heard was me giving my brother a hard time. We've been doing it since we were kids, Natalie. Natalie: I don't believe you. Michael: The only thing my brother admitted to was that it bothered him a little bit to see you with another guy. That doesn't mean that he has feelings. That doesn't mean that he's jealous. Natalie: You know, you sound just like my mother. Michael: Yeah, well, maybe you should listen to your mother, ok? I'm telling you, Natalie, don't mess with John's head right now. The poor guy is just getting his life back together, so please don't get involved, ok? Natalie: Who says that I want to? Michael: Natalie, would you be sitting here talking to me right now if you didn't want to hook up with my brother? Tell me the truth. Natalie: Truth? Yeah, I want to be with John. I really do. ***
Michael: Look, Natalie, I'm sorry that I forced my brother to talk about you. It was a mistake and I'd appreciate it if you didn't make it any worse. Natalie: All I said is that I'm -- Michael: Look, I know what you said, and I'd like you to reconsider. Natalie: I'm sorry, but how do you reconsider your feelings? Is that what you do, Michael? Is that what gets you through the night? Michael: This isn't about me, it's not about you, it's about John. After Caitlin died, I wasn't sure that he was going to make it. It tore him up inside. Natalie: Yeah. I was there. I went through the same thing, remember? Michael: Which is why I'm asking you to back off. You should understand, ok? Now, he's doing better. He's with Evangeline, and she is good for him. Natalie: And I'm not? Michael: You want the truth? No, you're not. ***
April 21, 2005
Natalie: What do you mean, I'm not good enough for John? Michael: I never said -- Natalie: Yeah, you did say it, and don't try to tell me that you didn't mean it. Michael: Oh, how did I get myself into the middle of this? Natalie: Well, maybe because you were talking about me with your brother. Michael: Oh, right, my mistake. You listened in on a private conversation between me and my brother. Natalie: No, see, I didn't listen, I overheard. Michael: Whatever. Natalie: Why are you trashing me? Michael: Listen, you asked me a question, I answered it. It's not my fault that the truth rains on your little fantasy world. Natalie: So now I'm delusional? Michael: Listen, Natalie, I have heard all about you, ok? And I know that you've been through a lot. Must have been rough for you. Natalie: I'm touched by your compassion. Michael: Well, what the hell do you want me to say? Natalie: How about the truth? You've decided that I am some messed-up loser who's going to drag your brother down with me. I mean, that is what you really want to say, isn't it? ***
Natalie: What I'd like to know -- is it that I'm just not good enough for John, or is that for any man? Michael: Oh, what about Ron Walsh? I guess you're good enough for Ron. Natalie: Leave Ron out of this. Michael: Well, maybe you're not good enough for Ron. I'm sorry. That was a cheap shot. Look, I am all for you being happy. Hell, I'd like a little happiness myself. But, I've learned the hard way that you can't find happiness by blowing someone else's life out of the water. Natalie: But, see, I'm not doing that. Michael: Don't play dumb with me, Natalie, because I know that you're not stupid. Now, you know that my brother has this hero complex, ok, and you, you're like kryptonite to John. Natalie: Yeah, well, you know, I am no victim, and I sure as hell don't need a hero. Michael: The point is he's with Evangeline right now. John is with Evangeline. Do you really want to step on her to get what you want? Natalie: I just don't understand why everyone is so convinced that Evangeline's so perfect for him and I'm not. Michael: You're missing the point. Natalie: I mean, yeah, she looks great on the page, you know? She's a hotshot lawyer, brains, beauty. She came from a perfect upbringing, and I floated from mother to mother -- one mother who does everything, and one mother who does anyone. Michael: Ok, now, I'm not even going to touch that, ok? Look, John -- he's in a good head space right now, ok? He's got things together. He's got something good in his life for the first time in a long time, and I don't want you or anyone messing that up, ok? So, just leave it alone for John's sake because you and my brother are like a train wreck just waiting to happen. ***
Michael: Oh, yeah, yeah. Why don't you just help yourself? *** Natalie: Thanks. You know, I'd like to see Evangeline or anyone else for that matter go through what I've had to go through in the last year. Michael: Yeah, see, that's the thing. It's not about you. Natalie: Ok, you call me damaged goods, and it's not about me? Michael: Ok, I didn't say that you were damaged goods, ok? What are you doing? You are a freak, though. You just put mustard on my fries. Natalie: You know, you're just like John. You say something, and then you don't even own up to it. Michael: Look, I'm just looking out for my brother here, ok? He's happy for the first time in a long time, and I'm not going to let you mess it up. Natalie: He's messing me up. I mean, he's always checking me out across the room, talking to people about how he's bothered about me dating Ron? Michael: You see, he didn't talk to people. He talked to me, his little brother, and you weren't supposed to hear it. Natalie: Yeah, well, you know what? If things were so great with Evangeline, he wouldn't give a second thought about me. What am I doing here talking to you about it? I'm going to talk to John. Michael: Bad idea. Natalie: Thanks for the feedback. Hope you don't mind -- I'm going to ignore everything you just said. Michael: Ok. John's going to kill me. I'm a dead man. ***
Michael: Huh. That's not bad. Evangeline: Hey, Michael. Michael: Hey. Have you seen John lately? Evangeline: Yeah, I just left him. Is everything ok? Michael: Yeah. I mean, yeah, no, everything's fine. I just -- I need to talk to him. Evangeline: All right, well, he's at home right now if you want to call him. Is that mustard on your fries? Michael: Yeah. [Phone rings] Evangeline: Oh. Excuse me. It's work. One second. Carlotta: I was about to freshen up your soda, but you look a little nervous. Michael: I got a lot on my mind. Carlotta: Something happen to Natalie? She looked a little upset when she left here. Michael: Upset? More like obsessed. Carlotta: Excuse me? Michael: Oh, nothing. Sorry. That -- nothing. I just got myself into a little hot water. Got to figure out a way to get back out of it. ***
Evangeline: Hey, Antonio. Antonio: Hey, what's happening? Evangeline: A lot. I'll tell you later. Michael -- Michael: Hmm? Evangeline: Sorry about that. Is everything all right? Did you get a hold of John? Michael: No, no, not yet. Listen, Natalie was here a little while ago. Evangeline: Ok. Michael: And, you know, we were talking about, you know, this and that, and you and John came up. She left here pretty steamed. Evangeline: Michael, I'm not going to ask. I don't want to know. I don't care. I don't care. I appreciate you looking out for the two of us, but really, really, we're solid. The last thing I have to worry about is Natalie and John. ***
Evangeline: Michael, really, you don't have to sweat it. Natalie's a non issue. Michael: Well, it's just a heads-up, that's all. Evangeline: Listen, I just lost someone in my family that was really important to me, and John is volunteering to come home with me for the funeral. Michael: Well, that's nice. I'm sorry for your loss. Evangeline: Thank you. We're leaving together as soon as I get back. Michael: Wow. John's meeting your family without a cattle prod? I'm impressed. Evangeline: See? That's exactly why I'm not worried about Natalie. And besides, she's dating. She's good, we're good. Michael: Yeah, everybody's good, yeah. Evangeline: It's all good, right, ok? So, don't worry about it. Michael: Ok. Evangeline: I'm going to go check on my food. Michael: All right. Evangeline: All right. Michael: Well, I better pick up some mustard for the fries. You might be having dinner for three. ***
Michael: Good luck on your trip. I hope you like Springsteen. Evangeline: Are you kidding? We're going to listen to the boss and drive all night. Michael: Ah, right into the light of day? Evangeline: Cross my heart. [Michael laughs] Michael: Oh. Well, I hope it's two for the road. You know what? You're freaking out for no reason. Natalie is not going to do anything crazy. ***
Natalie: Ok, so you're done. You're officially ready for anything that Evangeline's family might throw at you. John: Am I really going to need all that stuff? Natalie: It's better safe than sorry. John: Hmm. Natalie: Ok. So, you're going to go. I'm -- I'm going. I'm -- I'm gone. John: You came here to say something. Natalie: It can wait. But, not too long. John: Thanks for the packing job. Natalie: Well, everyone needs a little help with their baggage, right? John: What are you doing, man? Natalie: On a scale of one to 10 with humiliation, I'd give that a 67. [Phone rings] Michael: Hello? Natalie: You know, I'd like to know what it is that gives me such a bad rap with you. Michael: Who is this? Wait, how did you get my number? Natalie: It's Natalie. I'm just now leaving John's. Michael: What did you do? Natalie: I just made a fool out of myself. Are you happy? Michael: You -- you know, Evangeline's on her way over there. I really should've warned her. Natalie: About me? Michael: Yes! You're out of control. What are you doing there? Natalie: Nothing. You're in the clear, jerk. Michael: When am I going to learn to just keep my big, stupid mouth shut? ***
April 22, 2005
Marcie: Michael, I got your message. Wait a minute. Please don't tell me that there's been another murder. Michael: No, no. Marcie: Oh, god, thank God. I think I was about to hyperventilate. Michael: Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. It's just I knew you were in Jersey doing that book signing, and I was pretty sure you hadn't seen a copy of today's "Sun." Marcie: No, why? What about it? "The Killing Club Killer"? It says that Julie and Hudson's death -- they died because of my book. "An inside source says the police are determined to catch the copycat serial killer before the rest of the author's friends from the love crew die"? *** Michael: Have you been alone all day? Marcie: No. I mean, Ron was already at work by the time I woke up. And then the police guard and I went to my book signing. And he's really not one for small talk, though. Why are you asking me this? Michael: Because I know how you are. I know that you get all worked up over things and you're going to make yourself sick. Marcie: I do not get all worked up, Michael! I'm fine! Michael: You're not. Marcie, I want you to move in with me. ***
Marcie: Michael, I can't move in with you. Michael: Why not? Marcie: Because. Because I'm staying with Ron, and, you know, I got him. I mean, I realize that he's not as good as company -- company as you are. But, at least I don't have to worry about him being the next victim of a serial killer, do I? Michael: You think that I'm going to get killed. Marcie: No -- Michael: That's what this is about? Marcie: No, no. All right, that -- that doesn't follow the pattern of "The Killing Club," so that's not it. Michael: Well, I think it is. Marcie: No, Michael, could you just stop? Michael: Stop what? All I'm doing here is trying to help you. Marcie: That's it. Michael, you can't help. And you being caring and -- and concerned -- I just -- I can't handle that right now, ok? I wish I could, Michael. I wish I could handle that, but I can't. I just -- I got to go. I got to get out of here, ok? ***
Natalie: Hey. Happy to see me? Michael: Look, if you want to talk about John, I'll take a pass. Natalie: Relax. I'm unarmed. I read that article. Marcie must be pretty upset. Michael: Yeah, yeah, about that and everything else. You know, I offer to help her and all she does is turn me down. Natalie: And then I show up and make a perfect end to your day. Michael: Yeah. Natalie: Well, if it makes you feel any better, you helped me. Michael: Really? Natalie: Mm-hmm. Michael: How? Natalie: Well, it was your nagging little voice that stopped me from making a complete fool out of myself with your brother. ***
Kelly: Oh, you shouldn't have blown off Marcie Walsh like that. Todd: Why not? Kelly: Because she's coming back. Marcie: I have news for you, Mr. Manning, real news about "The Killing Club" murders. Todd: Yeah? What? Marcie: "What"? I'll tell you what! If you keep writing about them in this sleazy little piece of garbage you call a newspaper, well, then if someone else dies, it's going to be on your head! *** Natalie: So you must be pretty worried about Marcie, huh? Well, I hope they find that maniac before he kills someone else. Michael: Yeah, me, too. You know, I'm going to feel a lot better when John puts this maniac away. I'm sorry, that was my fault. I brought him up this time. Natalie: That's ok. One point for your side. Michael: You know, I want to thank you for not saying anything to John about, you know, what we talked about. Natalie: Oh, right, about John being bothered about me seeing Ron Walsh? Michael: Right. Natalie: Well, the timing was bad. Besides, I really didn't feel like hearing any more of your insults about my character. Michael: You know, I'm sure that you are a wonderful person. Natalie: Gee, thanks, Michael. Michael: That was kind of rude. I'm sorry. Natalie: It's ok. Actually, I'm more curious about how things are going with Evangeline's family. Michael: Well, I got to tell you, I'm pretty sure they're nothing like our family. Come to think of it, I don't think any family is like the Mc Bains. ***
April 25, 2005
Natalie: I just put our order in, and it should be here soon. Michael: It's nice to have a friend with connections. Natalie: So now we're friends? Michael: Well, we might as well be. Natalie: What? I mean, did you just give in to my obvious charm and my sweet disposition? I don't buy it. Michael: I'm just saying, you know, you never know. We could end up being family someday. ****
Natalie: We might end up family? Ok, are you planning on marrying my sister? Because the two of you really don't make much sense. Michael: Uh-uh, that's not what I meant. What about Ron Walsh? Natalie: Ok, I get it. A little dig, ok. Unfortunately, if I were to marry Ron Walsh -- which isn't going to happen -- we still would not be family because you would have to marry Marcie, and that is also not going to happen. Michael: Ok, it was a bad joke. Natalie: What is it with the two of you, anyway? I mean, you're obviously still in love with each other. Michael: We have -- we have issues. Natalie: Like? Michael: Stuff. Natalie: You don't know, do you? Michael: We're working on it, ok? Natalie: Mm-hmm. It's kind of messed up, isn't it, to have two people who are obviously crazy about each other, yet still not together for no reason, and there is nobody else. Michael: Natalie, did you ever think that Evangeline isn't the only reason that you're not with John? Natalie: Way to make me feel better, Michael, thanks. Michael: Back at you, kid. Natalie: Well, at least you know that there is someone still out there who cares about you, even if you're not together. Michael: Yeah. Makes me feel a little less lonely. Natalie: I know. That's how I feel about John. ***
Natalie: Ok, all right, I get it. You don't like it when I compare how I feel about to John to you and Marcie. Michael: No, no, you see, stop right there, ok? That's where you're wrong. Marcie and I, we had something special. We were in love, we were together. You and -- you just want to break up something good that my brother has in his life. Natalie: You know, it's not like he's in love with Evangeline. Michael: How do you know he isn't? Natalie: Because I know John a lot better than you think I do, ok? We were very close once. Michael: Once and then you weren't, and now you want him back. Natalie: I'd lost my husband. Michael: Which you also blamed on John. Natalie: I got over that, ok? Michael: So now you want him back, and you got it in your head that he wants you, too. Natalie: Yeah, well, you know what, so do you or you wouldn't be so worried about it, right? Michael: You are some piece of work. Natalie: I've been called worse. Michael: Ok. What if you're wrong? What if you don't end up with John? What then? ***
Natalie: You got quiet of all a sudden. Michael: Look, my brother has been messed with enough. Please, just give him a break. Natalie: Ok, I know all about the wall he put up after Caitlin. Michael: Look, it's more than just Caitlin! Natalie: There is something else. Michael: Forget it. Natalie: I'm not going to just forget it. Come on! You know I'm not going to let this go! Michael: Ok. You know that wall? There are more bricks in it than the ones with Caitlin's name. [Radio plays] Natalie: What else happened to John? Michael: I'm not saying anything else. Natalie: You can't leave me hanging like that. I thought we were friends, sort of. Michael: Sorry. Natalie: You opened the door! Michael: Yeah, well, now I'm closing it, ok? You and I -- we got nothing else to say to each other. ***
April 27, 2005
[Knock on door] John: What now? Marcie: Hey, it's Marcie. You know what? I'm sorry. I'll come back later, ok? John: Marcie, wait! Wait! No -- Marcie: I really -- I don't want to bother you or anything. John: You're not bothering me, all right? It's just -- it's been one of those days, ok? I'm sorry I yelled at you. Marcie: No. I can come back tomorrow, really. It's not that important. John: Hey, come on in. Marcie: Ok. John: Would you like a cup of coffee or something? Marcie: No. John: Marcie, you really shouldn't be looking at those. Marcie: You know what? I -- I keep wondering about Julie and Hudson. You know, what was going on in their minds right before they died, if they were scared. So, have they got any new leads or anything like that? We got to catch them, John. I mean, you got to catch them, because I really don't think I can handle any more innocent people being killed because of me. *** Natalie: Great book. Waitress: Oh, it's awesome. Did you read there's a psycho out there who's copying all the murders? Natalie: Yeah, that's pretty awful. Waitress: Yeah, it's scary. Natalie: Mm-hmm. Well, can I get a cheeseburger, medium rare, and fries, well done? That's it. It's for my boss. Well, actually, we're friends, but -- you know, quite honestly, I really don't know what we are. This is too much information, isn't it? I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Michael: Yeah, neither do I. Natalie: Get a life, Mc Bain. Michael: Oh, hey, I'm not the one who's throwing myself at someone who's not available. Natalie: No, no, you're much worse. You're not doing anything to try to get Marcie back. Michael: What's up with you, Natalie? I already told you what John's deal is. He's with Evangeline. They're very happy. So what's your deal? You just a glutton for punishment? ***
Natalie: Would you please mind your own business? Michael: Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. You made it my business when you listened in on a private conversation between me and my brother. Natalie: Are you going to beat that into my head forever? Michael: Doesn't seem to be doing much good. Natalie: Look, I have a right to know what John's feelings are for me, seeing as how he can't express them in the english language. Michael: He likes you, ok? Natalie: Oh, he more than likes me. Michael: Well, that's not what he said. Now, my brother's a complicated guy, but he's not a cheater, ok? He's with Evangeline. Natalie: For now. Michael: What are you going to do, Natalie? Are you going to bust a move on him? Yeah, that'll work. Natalie: It might. Michael: Give me a break. Natalie: Look, I don't see a ring on Evangeline's finger, and she doesn't even have a key to his apartment. You know, isn't that kind of weird for a guy who's so committed? Michael: Well, I don't see him busting down your door, either. Natalie: Well, why are you so invested in John and Evangeline? Michael: Because I know my brother, ok? If he wanted to be with you, he would be, but he's not, ok, so face it. He and Evangeline have hooked up. They're getting serious. You may not like it, you may not believe it, but that's the way it is. Natalie: They were hooked up. But judging from John's foul mood since he got back, I'd say there's a little trouble in paradise. *** John: Hey. Marcie: Hi. Thanks. John: You're welcome. I just want you to know I know what you're going through right now, you know? And that feeling of guilt because you can't do anything to stop a killer. Marcie: You mean Stephen Haver? John: It can get personal. It can get very personal. Marcie: Yeah. Well, I really don't see how it can get much more personal with me, you know, because I'm actually the one who's giving this guy all of his ideas. And have you seen the papers? You know, they're not writing about me because I wrote this great book. They're writing about me because I inspired a murderer. And you know what the worst part of it is? My agent, Hayes -- he thinks this is going to make the book sales -- he thinks it's going to make it skyrocket through the roof. But I don't want to make money because -- off of Julie and Hudson's deaths. I don't -- I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore. John: You know what you got to do, Marcie? I mean, for starters, you can't do this. You do this and you'll drive yourself nuts. Marcie: Well, guess what -- it's too late for that, really. John: You are not responsible for this lunatic and what he is doing. And somehow you got to figure out a way to let it go. Marcie: How? J ohn, could you? I mean, if you were me? John: Probably not. Marcie: You got to let me help you. Please? John: Ok. Marcie: Ok? John: Hmm. Marcie: Ok. All right. Well, so far, we know the killer has used the fire, right, and the car accident. John: Right. Marcie: But then, here, in chapter 18, page -- John: Slow down. Marcie: Oh, ok -- chapter 18, page 211, we know that the victim gets boiled in oil, right? But then here in chapter 12, page 152 -- well, this is where they use the crossbow to kill the victim. John: I've done my research. Marcie: Oh. Well, so what I was thinking -- what I was thinking was, you know, maybe we could call all the sports stores and maybe the online stores and see if anybody's bought a crossbow since the book came out. John: We're already on it. Marcie: Oh. Well, that's really all the ideas I had. John: It was a good idea. Marcie: Yeah. John: Hopefully, it's going to pan out. Marcie: I hope so. You know, I was thinking maybe -- can I call you if I get any more ideas? John: Absolutely. Marcie: Yeah? John: Do me a favor? Marcie: Sure. John: Go home and get some rest. Marcie: I wish I could rest. I just keep having the nightmares, you know, all these things just running through my mind. John: I wish I could say something important that would comfort you somehow. But all I can tell you is we'll do everything we can to catch this guy. Marcie: I know you will. ***
Michael: Why would John be in a bad mood after meeting Evangeline's family? Natalie: Well, I mean, maybe this was just too big of a step for John. You know, I really don't seem him as the boyfriend type, making all nice with the aunts and uncles. Michael: You have no idea what went on when they were gone. Natalie: I know it wasn't good. ***
Marcie: Hey! Hi, guys . What's going on? Michael: Oh, nothing. I was just waiting for a cup of coffee. Natalie: Just waiting for my takeout. Marcie: Well, then, don't let me interrupt. Michael: No, no, listen, you're not interrupting anything. Please stay. I could use the company. Waitress: Hey, your burger's up. Natalie: Oh, thank you. Well, guys, sorry, but I got to get back to the station so I can give John his dinner. Marcie: So, what's really going on with you and Natalie? You know, it's kind of obvious. So what are you hiding from me, Michael? ***
Marcie: You know -- you know, you can tell me, Michael. You know, if you're seeing Natalie, then -- Michael: What? Marcie: Well, it's ok, really, you know, because I'm fine with it. You know, if you -- we're broken up, so you can date whoever you want, you know -- Michael: I'm not dating Natalie. Marcie: You're not? Michael: No. Marcie: Well, so what are you hiding from me, Michael? I don't understand. Never mind. Never mind. Never mind, because you know what? It's none of my business, and I should never ask you anything like that. Michael: You know what? You know what? You know what? It's not that big a deal, ok? It's just -- this is kind of a long story. Marcie: Well, I got nothing but time lately, so I'm all ears. Michael: Well, it's about John. Marcie: And, well, I guess Natalie? Michael: Yeah. Apparently, she never got over him. Marcie: And now she wants him back, right? Michael: Right. Marcie: And she's just going to get her heart broken all over again. Michael: Yeah, yeah, that's what I keep telling her, but she doesn't want to listen to me, you know? I don't think that john needs the drama in his life any more than she does. Marcie: No, he doesn't, I know that, because I just came from his office. You know, I thought -- I thought that since I wrote the book, right, that I could go there and that I could help him find the killer, but all I did was become this huge emotional mess in front of him, and everything that I suggested he had already done. Michael: Well, he is the chief of detectives, Marcie. Marcie: Yes, I know that. I know that, Michael and I'm sorry that I ever wrote the book, and I just -- I wish that I never even created "The Killing Club." Michael: Ok, ok, ok. Well, hey, listen, here's an idea. Marcie: Yes. Michael: Instead of being upset -- yeah -- and guilty -- Marcie: Yeah. Michael: Why don't we try and do something right? Marcie: What do you mean, "right"? Michael: Well, we used to be a pretty good team, me and you, remember? Marcie: Yeah. Michael: Yeah, so why don't we try and help, huh, you know? If we try, maybe we can stop this maniac before he kills anybody else. Marcie: I keep hoping and praying that he's not. Michael: I know. But I got to say, Marcie, I -- Marcie: I know, I know. I can feel it in my gut. There are more murders left to go. ***
John: "Every great detective needs a great cheeseburger once in a while. Natalie." John: That's a cheeseburger, all right. [Knock on door] John: Come on in. Hey, Mike. Michael: Oh, I see you got Natalie's takeout. John: How'd you know it's from Natalie? Michael: I saw her at the diner. John: I didn't realize how hungry I was. It was nice of her. Michael: Yeah. I'm not so sure. John: What the hell is that supposed to mean? Michael: It means I think that Natalie has ulterior motives, bro. John: "Ulterior motives"? It's a burger, Mike. Michael: It's a hell of a lot more than that, brother. John: Ok. It's fries, too. Michael: John, Natalie is in love with you. ***
April 28, 2005
John: You see, Mike, sometimes a burger is just a burger. Michael: Yeah. Well, that is bait on the hook. Ok, buddy? And Natalie's got her hands on the pole. John: We're still talking talking about fishing, right? She knows where we stand. Michael: John, she's crazy about you. She told me herself and from that poker face, I can see that this ain't news to you. John: You want news? What's news is that she's talking to you in the first place. What have you been saying to her? Michael: Right. Turn it into an interrogation. Put it back on me. John: Look, I don't want you getting mixed up in this and screwing things up. Michael: Yeah, because you're screwing them up just fine yourself. John, Natalie thinks that she's got a chance with you. And you've been giving her plenty of reasons to feel that way. ***
John: You know, I love these little visits we have. I'm not leading Natalie on, end of discussion. Michael: Oh. What should I do, John? Should I go to my room now? John: I don't care where you go, Mike. Why would Natalie be talking to you, anyway? Michael: Ok, look, that's not the point, John. John: It is the point. What have you been saying to her? Michael: I told her that you and Evangeline are together and that she'd be crazy to get in the middle of that. John: Oh, that was just brilliant. You challenge her? You challenge Natalie? Why didn't you just give her an invitation? Michael: I didn't challenge Natalie, ok? I covered your butt. And she told me that you've been staring at her and finding reasons to be around her. Now, it's not my fault that she overhears the stupid things that come out of your mouth. John: What exactly did she overhear? Michael: Look, you came back from your trip with Evangeline all bummed out about the way that it went down. Now, if Natalie's bringing you loaded burgers -- I mean, you're the detective, man. Put it together. Ok. Change the subject. How was your trip with Evangeline? John: That's your idea of changing the subject? Michael: Hmm. Not great, huh? The trip? John: You know, I met the family. Michael: Yeah. I've been there. John: I don't know, Mike, you know. I always knew that Evangeline had it all together, but, you know, the family, man -- they have big dreams for her, expectations, and I don't exactly fit the profile. Michael: What are you saying, John? You saying you're going to dump Evangeline? *** John: What, are you crazy? Nobody's dumping nobody. I just don't want to be the guy that's holding her back. Michael: Good. So what's the problem? John: I'm holding her back. Michael: How? John, something happen with her family? John: It's part of it. Michael: Mm-hmm. John: Look, I see her mom's place, right, and she's got all these trophies and awards and certificates. They're all over the place. Michael: John, you always knew she was smart. John: It's more than that, Mike. Michael: Ok. All right. So she didn't grow up the way we did. John: You had to have been there. You know, everybody I met -- the ex-boyfriends, the crazy cousins -- they all have these big expectations for her. It's what's been driving her all these years. Michael: Yeah. I know where you're going with this, John. You and me -- we both have this second-class-citizen thing going on, you know? I feel it all the time when I'm around the other doctors, all the time, John. So what? So she does more for your resume than you do for hers. Big deal. John: So I can't be bugged by that? Michael: What are you saying? You think someone like Natalie would be a better fit? John: No, I didn't say that. But it might explain why -- Michael: Why what? John: Why she's been on my mind. Michael: Care for a little cheap psychology? John: Is there any other kind? Michael: You're trying to be noble by trashing what you have with Evangeline because you think that's what's best for her. Or maybe Natalie's just hot. Either way, John, you have to deal with this thing with Natalie before you screw up everything. John: I'll talk to her. Will that satisfy you, Dr. Freud? Is there anything else I need to know about this little chat you had with her? Michael: Nope. I didn't say anything else. And from here on out, I am out of it. John: Good. Keep it that way. Michael: I'm just looking out for you, bro. That's all I care about. [Pager beeps] John: You can't even say that with a straight face. Michael: It's the hospital. You mind if I use your phone? John: Go right ahead. Look, don't touch anything else on my desk, nothing. Michael: Not even your burger? John: Not my burger. Michael: Oh, ok. Well, you know, for what it's worth, my vote's with Evangeline. John: That's you staying out of it? Michael: When are you going to learn to keep your big mouth shut, stupid? ***
Michael: Ok. I'm on my way. Evangeline: Michael, what a surprise. Where's John? Michael: He's -- he's out. Evangeline: Oh, he's on a case? Michael: I -- I have to go. The hospital just called me, and I really have to -- go. You really need to talk to John. Evangeline: I do? About what? Michael: Listen, this is really none of my business, but you're great for my brother. I mean, like, completely-turn-his-life-around great. Evangeline: Thanks. What is going on, Michael? Michael: Just talk to john, ok? I really can't say anything else. Evangeline: What are you talking about? Michael: I'm sorry. Talk to him. ***
Michael: Where am I needed? Nurse: Little girl in three. Smoke inhalation. Michael: I'm on it. Doctor: Hey. Welcome back. Can you tell me your name and the year? Jessica: It's Jessica -- Jessica Buchanan. It's 2005. Where -- where am I? Doctor: The Llanview hospital. You've got a mild concussion. Can you move your feet? Good. Antonio: Doctor, you mind if I talk to her a minute? Doctor: Yeah. Don't make it long. Jessica: Antonio, Jamie -- where is she? She was in the fire! Did you get her out? Antonio: Jess, she's fine. We got her out in time. R.J.: Jamie -- my granddaughter is here! Where is she? Nurse: The doctor's examining her. You can see her momentarily. Antonio: I need to know -- I need to know what happen in R.J.'s apartment. How did the fire get started? ***
April 29, 2005
Natalie: Mc Bain. Michael: Oh -- what the hell did you do that for? Natalie: Why the hell did you tell John how I felt about him? Michael: Because I -- I thought that that's what you wanted. Natalie: Not like that! My God, I made such a fool of myself. You know, I told him things. I told him that that's exactly what he wanted and that -- and then he told me that I was crazy. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is for me? ***
Michael: You know, you should forget John. Just walk away. Natalie: And how am I supposed to do that? Michael: I don't know. You got to figure it out, though. Unless, of course, you like making a fool out of yourself. Natalie: Oh, thanks. Michael: I know what it's like to love somebody that you can't be with. Natalie: You mean Marcie? Yeah, but you know what? You guys are different, you know? You gave it a shot. It didn't work out. But, at least you tried. Michael: Hmm. I'm not done trying. Natalie: Then you're exactly like me. Michael: Not exactly. I mean, Marcie isn't practically living with somebody else. Natalie: Oh, God, save me the whole pro-Evangeline speech, ok? I know that you think that she's right for John, but I have to disagree. Michael: What does John think? Let him go, Natalie. Natalie: You're starting to swell up. Michael: Well, you got one hell of a right hook, kid. Natalie: Come on, let's go to Carlotta's. We'll get you some ice. ***
Natalie: I am really sorry that I hit you. Michael: Well, I probably deserved it. You know, I know better than to go messing around in other people's love lives, especially when mine is such a train wreck. Natalie: You know, you were right about one thing. John gets to be with Evangeline, and I get you. Michael: Yeah, well, I'm just as thrilled as you are, ok? Natalie: Yeah. Michael: Yeah.
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