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MARCAL SCENES ACT II
Page 72
JULY 2007
July 2, 2007
Michael: He is a tired little guy. Marcie: Yeah. Always happens when you put him in the car. Michael: Well, then it’s a good thing he’s already got his PJs on, huh, buddy? Huh? Marcie: Want me to put him down? Michael: No. Marcie: No? Michael: No, I got him. You had a rough day. Marcie: Jen never got a chance to know our son. Huh. She would have loved this little guy. Get out of her Michael: Come on, buddy, let’s go lay down. Marcie: I lost you, Jen. But I am never going to lose anyone I love ever again. ***
Marcie: Parents aren’t supposed to outlive their children, Michael. I don’t know how Lindsay does it, you know? I couldn’t. Michael: Neither could I. Listen to me. The odds are in our favor, ok? You want to know what I think is going to happen? Marcie: What? Michael: I think we're going to stay together forever. Marcie: Hmm. Michael: We're going to get old and gray. We're going to send our boy out in the world. And eventually, he’s going to send his children back to us. And we're going to spoil them rotten. Marcie: When you say it, I believe it. ***
Marcie: You're thinking about something. Michael: Very perceptive. [Marcie chuckles] Marcie: Come on. Tell me. Michael: I was just thinking that I don’t want Tommy to grow up an only child. Marcie: Oh. Whoa, ok. Michael: Well, you used to say you wanted a big family. Marcie: I did. I do. I -- I do. It’s just, you know, Tommy’s 17 months and I'm still getting used to teaching. I guess I would just like to wait a little longer. Michael: Yeah. Makes sense to me, you know? We can still talk about it, though, right? Marcie: All in due time. Everything comes to he who waits. Michael: Ok, Confucius. Marcie: Confucius? Michael: Yeah -- I'm not the most patient man, ok? How about we go to bed, now? Marcie: Oh, you know, I'm a little tired. Michael: Tired? Marcie: Yeah. Michael: Oh, I'm sorry. I don’t think there’s going to be any sleep -- Marcie: Oh. Michael: Not for a while. ***
Michael: Ok. Now I'm tired. Marcie: Whew -- funny. Now I feel like talking. Michael: That’s not funny -- it’s hilarious. What do you want to talk about? Marcie: How much I love you. Michael: I love you, too. It would've been cool if we made a baby just now, huh? Marcie: Yeah. Michael: I really want a girl. Marcie: Me, too. But, you know, I would really rather not have to face the terrible 2s and a full-time teaching load and a newborn baby all at the same time. Michael: I know. I heard you. Marcie, I got to work so early tomorrow. Do you mind? Marcie: It’s ok, go to sleep. Michael: Thank you. Oh. Marcie: Good night. Michael: Uh-huh.
July 4, 2007
Lindsay: Whee! Marcie: Perfect! Lindsay: You got it! Marcie: Whoa, you missed that corner. Roxy: I love Fourth of July, but it don’t hold no candle to Brassiere Day. Marcie: "Brassiere Day"? Roxy: Yeah, in France -- you know, once a year, they celebrate the invention of the brassiere? You know, you got to hand it to those French -- they really know how to honor their underwear. Lindsay: I think she means Bastille Day. Roxy: Yeah, that’s how you say "Bra" in French. Michael: You know, since we're talking about clothes, we really need to take him shopping. You know, I practically have to smear him with butter to get him dressed in the morning. Marcie: You know, I'm such a bad mom. Hey, how about we put together the stuff he’s outgrown and then we can donate it? Michael: That’s a good idea. Roxy: Donate? Marcie: Yeah. Roxy: Oh, you're going to need those old clothes for another McBain to pop out. You know, from the noise I heard coming from your room last night, I think that pop-tart’s going to be here in about nine months sharp. Michael: Hmm. ***
Roxy: Come on, confess, guys -- you're just waiting for another little McBain to hatch. Come on. Who am I going to tell? Lindsay: Only all the ladies at the hair haven. Marcie: Exactly. Roxy: So what? And who are they going to tell? Lindsay: Everybody at their ballroom dance class. Roxy: Well, that’s why they call it "strictly ballroom" -- because it’s like a secret society, you know, like skill and bones, like the free Jasons. Lindsay: That’s the masons. Roxy: Well, whatever. At least they keep their lips zipped. Lindsay: Unless they're standing behind somebody in the checkout line. Roxy: Hey, baby, I know how to keep a secret, so you keep your big mouth out of this. Michael: Ladies, ladies. No need to fight, come on. Everybody just calm down. Come on, come on. Roxy: All right. Michael: Ok. Roxy: Ok. I'm fine. Michael: Now, Marce and I plan to have a boatload of kids, all right? It’s no secret, so just relax. We've got everything in hand. Roxy: Well, if you're using your hands, you ain’t doing it right. Marcie: Oh -- ok, ok! Ok. Let’s not talk about hands, ok, when -- [Lindsay laughs] Marcie: We're not rushing into anything. We're enjoying Tommy while we can. Lindsay: As you should, because after the first one, it gets harder to find time to spend with each other. Roxy: Yeah, and don’t get lazy, because eggs wait for no man. Your clock is ticking. ****
Marcie: Doesn’t it make you nervous when people start asking us about having more kids? Michael: Not really. Marcie: It’s just, um -- mike, I want to have more kids like we talked about, you know? But all I can think about is whether or not we're going to have enough space or enough money, and then I don’t even know how we're going to get Tommy into a decent preschool, d have more kids, how do I manage work? Michael: Well -- sweetie? Marcie: Yeah? Michael: We'll work all that stuff out the same way we did with Tommy. Marcie: When? Mike, Tommy is a huge responsibility. He takes up so much of my time. I mean, I don’t even know whether I'm doing a good job or if I'm screwing him up for the rest of his life. Don’t look at me like that. You worry about that just as much as I do. Michael: Every parent has doubts, Marcie. You know what I know? I know that this little guy is going to be the best McBain there ever was -- do you know why? Because he has the best mom that ever was. Marcie: You're just saying that. Michael: No, I'm not. Look at him -- he’s happy. Marcie: Hmm. Michael: He’s well-adjusted, he’s intelligent, and all of these things are because of you. Marcie: Because of you, too. Michael: Honey -- I'm sorry you know, if -- if I put any pressure on you -- Marcie: No. It’s -- it’s not you. I'm doing it to myself. Michael: Hmm. You know, we can take it as slow as you want, honey. Marcie: Ok. Michael: You know? We'll -- we'll take baby steps. Marcie: You're so corny. Michael: Yes, I am. And I want you to be happy, sweetie. Marcie: I am happy. Very happy. Roxy: Hey, Marcie? Marcie: Yeah? Roxy: This guy’s a keeper. You couldn’t find a better husband or a father.
July 5, 2007
Marcie: Hey, you talking to me? [Tommy babbles] Marcie: Uh-huh. Huh, you talking to me? Hi! Lindsay: Hi! That wasn’t a bad De Niro, if I must say so myself. Marcie: Thank you. Lindsay: I hope I didn’t startle you. Marcie: No. Lindsay: I just like watching how much you love this little guy. Marcie: I sure do. Lindsay: What? Marcie: What? Nothing. Lindsay: Who knows you better than I do? Marcie: Ok -- um -- I was just thinking that every time I look at Tommy, it -- it reminds me of what I'm keeping from Michael. ***
Lindsay: How long do you think you can go on like this? Marcie: I don’t know, Lindsay. I just know that Michael’s going to be upset. Lindsay: Ok, maybe he'll be upset a little bit at first, but he loves you. Marcie: I know that, but I just -- I want to wait. I want to wait until I am absolutely sure before I tell him. Lindsay: Beauty, you've been absolutely sure about this for a while. Marcie: I guess I'm just not ready to accept it. That’s all. Lindsay: I know it’s hard. Marcie: Yeah. I guess that’s why I went to so many different doctors, you know? I kept hoping and hoping that someone -- just one of the doctors was going to give us some good news. If there was any chance -- any chance, Lindsay, you know I would do anything -- Lindsay: I know. I know. Marcie: Every doctor that I asked about the fertility treatments -- you know, they all said that it was expensive, too expensive, and that it wasn’t worth it. They said it wasn’t worth it in my case, Lindsay, and you know, and I just -- I never should have gone through all that trouble. I never should have had all those tests, all those examinations. I just -- I just should have listened to them -- the first time the doctor told me I can’t conceive a child. ***
Marcie: I wanted to have four kids, just like my mom. Only I was going to be there. I was going to stick around and make sure that they grew up. Lindsay: And you still can do that. Marcie: But I want to see the kid that Michael and I are going to have together. You know, I want to see the kid that we can make together out of love. I mean, just think about it. You know, not only would she be great at science, but she'd be able to belt out those big old show tunes. Lindsay: "Einstein, the musical." Marce -- Marcie: Yeah? Lindsay: You're going to have to tell him eventually, you know. Marcie: I just don’t understand this, Lindsay. Nobody in my family has this problem. There is nothing wrong with me. Lindsay: All Michael wants is a family, and he’s got that. Marcie: Yeah, and all he keeps on bothering me about lately is having another child. Oh. Lindsay: What? What? Marcie: And it’s not just that. You know? It’s not just that I'm scared to tell him. I know I have to tell him, but I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint him. And he has been so stressed out and tense lately. It just seems to get worse every time I talk about Tommy. ***
Michael: So the whole recycling thing -- not so high on your list of priorities, huh? John: What are you doing here? Michael: I came up to clean the mess that I left after the fireworks last night. What are doing up here? John: I guess I fell asleep up here. Michael: And woke up and started throwing beer bottles because -- John: I'm just really disappointed I missed the fireworks. Michael: John -- John: Leave it alone, mike. Michael: Oh, Johnny, you know me, I can’t do that. John: I don’t want to talk about it right now. Michael: So there really is something bothering you? John: Who said that? Michael: I don’t know. You spent the night up here drinking beer and woke up and started throwing bottles at the wall. Last time you did that, you had a big fight with Natalie. John: It’s not Natalie. Michael: But it is somebody, and I'm not leaving until you -- John: Marty Saybrooke, ok? Now go away and leave me alone. ***
Lindsay: There’s no doubt about it that Michael’s had a bad year. Marcie: Yeah. I mean, first, thinking that John was dead. That just about killed him, Lindsay. And then his father’s killer was murdered, and then the explosion at the hospital. I mean, there’s no doubt. It’s been a bad year. I think you can safely say that. Lindsay: I know that he’s been stressed, but I don’t think it has anything to do with you or Tommy. Marcie: No, but I just don’t think that this is a really good time right now to give him more bad news on top of everything he’s already been through? You know, I just don’t -- oh. Lindsay: What are you going to do? Marcie: I don’t know. Well, I think I've actually convinced him that it would be a really good idea to wait to have more kids until Tommy’s older. Lindsay: Marcie -- Marcie: Well, no, I'm not going to do this to him, Lindsay. He’s been through enough this year, ok? *** Michael: You and Marty Saybrooke, huh? John: It’s not what you think. Michael: Didn’t she just marry the guy that inherited all of Spencer Truman’s money? John: Yeah, she did. Michael: I'm sorry, Johnny. You know, if I had known that she was in love with this guy, I never would have tried to set up -- John: I don’t think she’s in love with him. Michael: She just married the guy. John: You're such a doofus sometimes. What am I going to do with you? Look, I think sometimes people -- they do the wrong things for the right reasons. I think that’s -- that’s what she thought she was doing. Michael: Well, you know all about that. John: Mike, you know how I'm always saying I -- I don’t want to talk? Michael: Yeah. John: This time, I really, really don’t want to talk. Michael: You're up to something, Johnny. You're going to do something, I know you are, and you're not going to discuss it with anybody, are you? John: You're a smart man, bro. Someday when you grow up, you might just become a doctor. Michael: I am a doctor. [John laughs] ***
Lindsay: It’s not giving birth to a child that makes it yours, you know. It’s loving him and feeding him and changing him and walking the floor with him at night. It’s wanting for him and having hopes and dreams, and you have done all that for Tommy, haven’t you? Marcie: Yeah, yeah. Just real quick, let’s change the subject, ok? Michael: Sweetie? Marcie: Hi, honey. Michael: Hey, Lindsay. Lindsay: Oh, hi. Marcie: Hi. Michael: Sorry I'm late. Marcie: Hmm, no problem. Michael: I bumped into John. Marcie: Oh, look. The baby swing. The baby swing is open. Do you want Daddy? Yes! He loves the baby swing. Michael: Oh, wow. Marcie: You want Daddy to take you, huh? Michael: Daddy would love to. Marcie: Yeah. Michael: Yeah, and who knows, you know? Maybe this time next year, they'll be putting in another baby swing. Marcie: Huh. ***
July 13, 2007
Marcie: Oh, I know you like these -- he loves these. But Michael was telling me the other day they were in the park and they were playing catch, and it was just so funny because Michael swore, up and down, that Tommy actually threw a spitball. Lindsay: How much longer are you going to keep putting this off? Marcie: I don’t know. But I do have to tell him, right, sooner or later? Lindsay: Yeah, I hope it’s sooner, because every time he talks about having more children, you practically have a meltdown. Marcie: I just don’t know how to tell him. Lindsay: Well, it isn’t easy, but I don’t think that he’s going to be as upset as you think he -- I think the thing that’s going to be upsetting to him is that you feel like you can’t connect to him. That’s why you have to tell him, Marce. You have to tell him today. *** Marcie: I can’t tell him today, Lindsay. I just -- I just can’t do it. Lindsay: Why not? Marcie: Because -- look, he’s worked all night long, right? He’s going to be tired, he’s going to need his rest. And, um, you know, maybe I -- I could tell him tomorrow -- he’s off. But you know what? No, I can’t tell him tomorrow, because it "is" his day off, and he rarely gets them, so I don’t -- Lindsay: Marcie, there’s never going to be a good time. Marcie: I know that. Lindsay: I think you're going to feel better once you just do it. Marcie: I highly doubt that. Lindsay: Well, you don’t feel very good right now. Marcie: No, I don’t. Just -- look, I feel like once I tell him, everything’s going to fall apart. ***
Michael: Hey. How you doing, sweetie? Marcie: Hi. Michael: Lindsay, what are you doing here? Lindsay: Oh, I just came by to see my little man. Michael: Yeah? How is my beautiful boy, huh? How is my beautiful boy? Ooh, I love these. You want some? You want some? Oh -- Marcie: So, um, how’s Jessica? Michael: She’s in surgery. We almost lost her today. It was a good thing that David Vickers' liver was a match, you know, and that we got her into surgery on time. Marcie: I have been praying for her all morning that it takes. Michael: Yeah, I think we all have. Lindsay: Oh, that family must be a mess. Michael: Well, at least they had a little wedding to make them happy today. Marcie: They had a wedding? Michael: Yeah. Jessica and Nash got married before I took her in. Lindsay: Wow! That’s great. Well, that pretty much proves it -- if you love somebody like that, you can get through anything. All right, guys, I'm going to go and leave you alone, have your lives. I'm going. See you soon. Michael: Goodbye. Goodbye, goodbye. Goodbye. Marcie: Wish me luck. Lindsay: You don’t need it. The man is crazy in love with you -- and so am I. I'll see you later. Marcie: I love you. Lindsay: Good luck. Marcie: Thank you. So, um, you, you know, you must be really tired. Do you want to go and take a nap? Michael: You know, I can’t sleep until Jessica’s out of surgery. Marcie: Sure, I get that. You know, I can -- um -- I could always wake you up. Michael: You know, I'm pretty wired. Marcie: Ok. You know, are you hungry, honey? I could -- I could make you some breakfast. Michael: No, no, thanks. I -- I grabbed a doughnut on my way out of the hospital. Marcie: You know, you really should eat better, you know? I mean, I -- I could make you a full breakfast with pancakes and eggs and sausage. Michael: Marcie? Marcie: Yeah? [Tommy babbles] Michael: You're pretty worried about Jessica, huh? Marcie: Of course. Of course I am. I mean, why -- why wouldn’t I be? Michael: Is that it? Marcie: Um -- actually, there is something else, and I should've told you this a really long time ago. Michael: Is it something bad? Marcie: It is. ***
Michael: Is it about Tommy? Marcie: No. Michael: Did you hear something? Marcie: No, no, it’s not about Tommy. Well, what -- wait -- wait, what would I have heard about Tommy? Michael: Nothing. Marcie: Oh. Michael: It’s just, you know, the way you're acting. I mean, you're acting like it’s something really serious. Marcie: It is serious. Michael: Well, are you ok? Marcie: Yeah. I mean, mostly I'm ok. Michael: Marcie, will you tell me what’s going on? You're starting to scare me. Marcie: It’s -- it’s something that I've known -- something that I've known for a while now, and -- and I -- I know I should've told you, and it’s -- it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, Michael, it’s just that I -- I didn’t know how to tell you. You know, I just didn’t want it to be true, and the longer I waited, the harder it got to tell you. And then I knew that you would be angry at me, so I -- Michael: Will you just say it? Marcie: Ok, look, it’s -- I just need you to know that it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, ok? I just -- I just didn’t want it to be true, that’s all. Michael: You didn’t want what to be true? Marcie: I can’t -- I can’t have children. *** Michael: Marcie, what -- what are you telling me? Marcie: I'm trying to tell you that I can’t get pregnant. Michael: Oh, honey, listen. You know, just because we haven’t gotten lucky, that doesn’t mean that we won’t. You know, it doesn’t always happen right away for everybody. We just have to keep trying. Marcie: No, Michael, you're not listening to me. That is not it! Michael: Yeah, well, maybe it’s because I put too much pressure on you. You know, I really have. I'm always talking about how I want Tommy to have a brother or a sister -- Marcie: No, no, it’s not you, it’s me. I can’t conceive a child, Michael, it is physically impossible for me to do that. Michael: Well, go and get some tests done, you know? I mean, look, there’s a lot of things they can do these days. You know, we'll go to the hospital, we'll talk to some -- Marcie: I have already done that! Michael, I have been poked, I have been prodded, I have gotten more tests and examinations and gotten more opinions from doctors than I care to count! Michael, I've done that. Michael: Ok, sweetie. Ok. Marcie: I'm sorry. Michael: It’s ok, Hon. What exactly did they say to you? Marcie: They said that I can’t conceive a child because -- because I have a narrow cervix. Michael: Stenosis? Marcie: Yeah. Michael: Honey, that is easily corrected with surgery. Marcie: No. My uterus is abnormally shaped. I mean -- you know, they said that even if I were able to have -- carry a baby, I -- or have a baby, I wouldn’t be able to -- to carry it to term. Michael: Ok, I want to see these tests, I want to talk to the doctors that you spoke to. Marcie: I know you do. And if you want to do that, honey, I want you to do that, but they're just going to tell you exactly what they told me. Michael: You're sure about this? Marcie: Yeah. I'm sure. I can’t have our baby, honey, and I'm -- I'm so, so sorry, I'm sorry. Michael: No, honey, no. You don’t need to be sorry, sweetie. It’s ok. ***
Marcie: Say something, Michael, anything. You can scream at me, you can blame me, just -- just do something, ok? [Tommy babbles] Michael: I can’t believe it. I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to believe that we're never going to be able to have children of our own. Marcie: I know, honey. And I know how much you love Tommy, and -- and I know how much you wanted a child of your own, and now I -- because of me, I'm not going to be able to give you that. Michael: No, sweetie -- sweetie, come on, listen to me. You -- you can’t blame yourself here, ok? Listen, it’s not as if you went out and you did something to make this happen. Marcie: Well, then why do I feel like we're being punished? I don’t understand why, Michael. All we did was adopt Tommy, and we love him as our own. Michael: We do. And you're right, there’s nothing wrong with that. Marcie: Well, then maybe -- maybe we could adopt more kids, you know? I mean, look how great it’s been with Tommy. Right? Or -- well, maybe not? Maybe it’s God’s way of telling us that, you know, maybe we shouldn’t have any more kids. Michael: Hey -- you can’t think that way, ok? You have to believe that God is on our side, all right? You have to believe that God is going to help us. He’s going to -- he’s going to do everything he can to help our family get through this. Marcie: Yeah. He will. I mean, after all, he gave us Tommy, right? Michael: Right. Marcie: And whatever happens, we already have a son. I love you. I love you. Michael: I love you, too, sweetie. Everything’s going to be ok, honey. I promise you that.
July 16, 2007
[Phone rings] Rex: I got to take this. Wait here. Rex Balsom -- can I help you? Michael, what’s up? Michael: I need to talk to you. Can we meet someplace? Rex: Sure, I'm at Capricorn. Michael: Ok. I'll be right there. Rex: Whew. *** Marcie: We need to talk. Michael: Marcie, this isn’t a good time. I -- I -- I need to go meet somebody. Marcie: I thought you came here to check on a patient. Or did you just want to get out of the house? Michael: I just wanted a little time to myself. Where’s Tommy? Marcie: He’s with Lindsay. Michael: Well, was he sleeping when you left? Because, you know, he likes for you to put him down. Marcie: Michael, Tommy is fine. The question is, are we? ***
Marcie: When I first found out that I couldn’t get pregnant, the first thing I thought about was you. You know, I -- I expected you were going to take this hard. I was -- I was worried about you, Michael. I was worried about how disappointed that you would be. Michael: Me? Marcie: Yeah. Michael: You wanted to have another child, too, Marcie. Why is this all about me? Marcie: Because I've had time to deal with this. I've had time to take this in, Michael. This is new to you, which is why I wanted us to work through it, together. But you left. And you came here? Of all places, Michael -- you're not even on duty. Do you know how that made me feel, that you can’t be with me, Michael? That’s exactly what I was worried about in the first place. Michael: I'm so sorry, sweetie. Marcie: No. No, see, that’s the thing -- you're not sorry. You're angry. You feel ripped off. You feel like something’s been taken away from you. Michael: No, Marcie, it’s not like that! Marcie: Well, then, what is it? What is it? How do you feel, because I'll tell you this much, Michael -- you certainly didn’t stop and think about how I felt in this situation. On top of knowing that I can’t get pregnant, you just left. You upped and disappeared. Do you know how much that hurt? It really hurt. Michael: It’s awful. Listen. I said that I was sorry, and I meant it. I have -- I have been callous and -- and thoughtless lately. Marcie: Huh. Michael: Oh, Marcie, honey, I love you. I love our son. We -- we could always try and adopt again, you know? We'll have other kids. It’s going to be fine, Marcie. It’s all going to be fine. Marcie: No. That’s the thing. It’s never going to be the same, Michael. Michael: Marcie? You're the love of my life. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t ever want you to doubt that. Marcie: Ok. Michael: I really wish that we could talk more now, but I really do have to meet somebody. Marcie: Oh. Michael: Marcie, it’s important. If it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t leave you like this. Marcie: Mm-hmm. Michael: You have to believe me. Do you believe me? Marcie: Yes -- yeah. I do. Sure. Michael: Ok, then. Marcie: Hmm. Michael: Well, I guess we're just going to have to work this thing out at home. I'll see you later? Marcie: Yeah. Marcie: I'll see you later. ***
Rex: Get your ass back here, Sarah -- do you understand? Playing hide-and-seek is not part of our deal. Just get back here, damn it. What’s going on? John: Yeah, that’s what I'd like to know. Rex: Sarah’s peaced out. Turned around for one second and she was gone. John: Wasn’t that the arrangement -- either you or Cris watches her 24/7? Rex: Don’t worry. I'll track her down. John: I am worried. Michael: What the hell are you doing? ***
Rex: Michael asked me to meet him here for a drink. I think he’s just surprised to see you here. Right, Michael? Michael: Yeah. Yeah, that and -- I got some stuff going on at home with Marcie. John: This thing with Marcie, it’s not serious, is it? Michael: Nothing we can’t handle. John: How’s Jessica doing? Michael: She’s doing good. She came through the surgery with flying colors. John: That’s good. That’s good. Anything else? Michael: No. Just stopped by to have a drink with my buddy here, you know? Shake off the day. John: Having a drink with your buddy here? You know, Mike, whatever it is you're hiding, whatever you got cooking, I promise you, it’s going to come out sooner or later. Michael: Yeah. Yeah, I guess it will. Rex: Nice move. Michael: Look, I'm sorry, ok? I saw you two talking, and I just -- Rex: What? And of course you thought I was telling him Todd Manning was Tommy’s biological father? Yeah, no, in fact, I was thinking of telling a few other people in the restaurant. Hey, lady, you want to hear something that'll blow your -- Michael: All right, enough. Look, I overreacted, ok? I'm a little on edge, sorry. Rex: And I overreacted to your overreaction. Sometimes it’s like this secret is closing in on me. Michael: That’s why I asked you here. There’s more to the story now. Rex: More? How? Michael: Marcie told me that she can’t get pregnant. We can never have children of our own. Rex: Oh. I'm sorry. Is she ok? Michael: She’s fine. I'm the one who’s not handling it. Now, she thinks that I'm disappointed in her, and I'm not. You know, I have no reason to be upset. I have a son. I have a beautiful son that I couldn’t love any more than I do. Rex: What’s the deal? Why are you being a jerk about it? Michael: Whew. Because now, if anybody finds out that Tommy is really Todd Manning’s son, and I knew the whole time, we'll lose our son. We'll lose the right to adopt ever again, and Marcie will never get the chance to be a mother -- so long as she’s married to me. ***
Rex: Yes, yes, I -- I understand everything, and I see why you're projecting that all this bad stuff could happen, but you got to take it easy, dude. Nothing’s changed. Michael: Todd Manning is missing. That’s not a change? The guy goes looking for his kid and disappears? Rex: That doesn’t mean he’s any closer to the truth. Michael: But he will get closer when he comes back, and he will come back. He is going to start looking for his son, and he won’t stop until he finds his little boy. Rex: Michael -- Michael: Damn it! You know, this guy’s already got two kids. I know that sounds terrible. I know it does, and what I'm about to say is going to sound even worse. But it’s how I feel. The only way I will have peace or security is if Todd Manning stays missing. Forever. ***
Rex: I get why you want Todd to stay missing, but -- Michael: But you think I'm sick. Rex: I just think you -- Michael: I know what you think, ok, so just shut up. I don’t need you judging me. I know the way I feel isn’t honorable. Todd Manning has two children that miss and love him very much, but guess what -- I have a life, too. I have a kid and a wife who need me, and Todd Manning could destroy all of that. I'm sorry, I'm not going to let it happen. Sarah: Hey, guys. Rex: Sarah, where the hell were you? Michael: I'll be in touch, Rex. Thanks. Sarah: What was that all about? Rex: Seriously, Sarah, where'd you go? Sarah: I went to the hospital to see if my cousin was ok. Rex: You went to the hospital? With the whole Buchanan clan marching around? Not that I care, but I thought you said you didn’t want to have anything to do with them. Sarah: I hid. No one saw me. And Jessica’s doing ok, thanks for asking. So, what’s going on here? Why were you talking to Michael McBain about Todd? Rex: None of your business. Next time you have plans to take off, maybe a little warning, would you? Sarah: I didn’t know you cared. Rex: I don’t.
July 24, 2007
Paige: Huh. So much for an easy night. Michael: I'm sorry. I jinxed us. Paige: Ugh. The next unconscious drunk is yours. Michael: I'll trade you one stab wound and a litigious fender-bender victim. Paige: No deal. Michael: You know, they never told me in medical school that there'd be days like this. You know, I just assumed I'd be saving lives 24/7. Paige: Yeah, right, the graveyard shift and the E.R. -- They conveniently forget to mention that. Well, at least Bo is working tonight, too, so we're not missing out on time together. Marcie must hate it when you -- when you work late. Michael: Yeah, it makes it a little difficult to spend quality time, but -- I mean, it’s not so bad in the summer, you know? When she’s not working in school, I get to spend the days with her and Tommy. Paige: He is such a wonderful little boy. Michael: Yeah, he is. We're really lucky. Paige: He’s lucky, too. Michael: You -- you thinking about Hugh? Paige: Always. Always. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. Michael: Can I ask you something? I was -- I was just wondering, do you ever regret having given up Hugh when he was a baby? Paige: Well, for me, but not for him. I would do it again to keep him away from Spencer. Michael: So you basically feel like you made the right choice? Paige: Hugh was an amazing man, partly because he grew up with a wonderful family. You know, I can’t even imagine who he would have been if -- if Spencer had been in his life. Why? Are you -- are you worrying about Tommy? Michael: I -- I think about it sometimes. Paige: Yeah, but the situation’s entirely different. I mean, his parents are both dead, right? It’s not like they're going to show up and demand their son back. *** [Phone rings] Paige: Hello? I didn’t expect to hear from you again. Michael: Viki, hi. Viki: Hi. Michael: I hear that Jessica’s getting better by the minute. Viki: Yes. Michael: And so is David. I know that you were concerned about him. Viki: Yes, well, not anymore. It seems no one takes better care of David than David. Michael: Whoa, guys, what do we got here? E.M.T.: Adult male, intoxication. Possible drug interaction. Second E.M.T.: Pupils are dilated, vitals are stable. Viki: Todd? Blair: Yeah, we just found him. Paige: What happened? Todd: Hey, sis. What up?
July 25, 2007
Rex: Something wrong? Michael: You know Todd’s still missing, right? Rex: Yeah, I heard. Michael: I hope that doesn’t mean that he’s found out what we've been hiding from him. Todd? Can you hear me? Todd: Hmm. Michael: Do you-- do you remember anything? Todd: Oh. I want my son. ***
Blair: Michael? How does he look? Michael: Well, as you know, Todd sustained a stab wound to the abdomen. Now, judging from the amount of scar tissue and his state of healing, I'd say that it occurred about 12 weeks ago. Viki: Oh, God. Blair: That was when he was in Chicago. Viki: What -- what’s his prognosis? Michael: I think he’s going to be fine. Blair: Thank God. Viki: He’s going to make a full recovery? Michael: Well, it’s going to take time -- I mean, not just the initial injury that’s -- that’s bad, but the patch job that was done afterwards. Blair: Right. Well, can we -- we see him now? Michael: You know, I -- I think it’s best if we let him wake up. You know, I'd -- I'd like to examine him, you know, interview him, see if there’s anything we missed. You know, maybe he could shed some light on the toxicology screen. Blair: Oh. Why he showed up drunk and we found him with a prostitute in his bed? Viki: What? Blair: Yeah. John found him in a seedy motel. Viki: With a prostitute? Oh, come on -- that’s not him. Blair: Well, I know. It doesn’t, you know, make any sense, but I think it has something to do with the scam that somebody’s trying to keep him away from his son. Viki: Well, I guess we won’t know till we get all the facts. Blair: And we should have that very soon because Todd’s going to wake up and he'll tell us exactly what happened. ***
Michael: You know, I -- I really wouldn’t expect too much from Todd when he wakes up. We're not going to know the full extent of his injuries until he’s fully conscious. Blair: Oh. And he didn’t get help for a long time. Viki: Oh, well, I mean, what if we just went and sat with him? Maybe hearing our voices would make him wake up, huh? Michael: I -- honestly, I would prefer to let the I.V. do its job, rehydrate him, get him stable -- Paige: But Blair and Viki aren’t going to interfere with that. They can go in -- go ahead. Blair: Thank you. Viki: Oh. Thank you. Paige: Let me see this. You're doing a good job handling Todd’s treatment. Michael: But? Paige: Well, I understand you want to manage the family’s expectations regarding his recovery, but don’t overdo it. You know, there’s room for optimism here. Todd is recovering. Blair and Viki being in the room is only going to speed up that process. Michael: And if I find something more serious -- Paige: Well, then we will deal with it then. But you do want him to recover, don’t you? Michael: Of course I do. He’s my patient. Paige: Well, good. Because if I didn’t know you better, I'd think you had a different agenda. Viki: You know what? I -- I -- I can’t believe this. He’s done it again. He’s cheated death. Gone all these months and in terrible trouble and then, all of a sudden, he’s here. Blair: Yeah. He’s really here. Viki: Does Starr know? Blair: No, I haven’t contacted her yet. Viki: We, maybe -- maybe it’s better that you wait for news on his prognosis before you bring the children here, huh? Blair: Viki, do you think something’s really wrong with him? Viki: Oh -- you know, Blair, he’s a survivor. We all know that. I don’t think he would make it all the way back here just to leave again. Blair: I just wish he would wake up and tell me what was really wrong with him. Viki: Yeah. Todd: Yak, yak, yak. That’s all you guys are good at Michael: You know, I -- I really should go and check on Todd. Paige: No. You know, let Viki and Blair have their time with him. The monitors will go off if he’s in danger. Is something wrong? Michael: I'm fine. Why do you ask? Paige: I'm just checking. You know, your shift is almost over anyway. Why don’t you just punch out and I'll take over? Michael: I'm fine. You know, I'd really prefer to see this one out. Paige: Huh -- ok. Now I know there’s something wrong. Michael: Why, because I love to do my job? Paige: No -- because the Michael I know would jump at the chance to go home to his wife and kid. Michael: With all due respect, my family -- my business. Paige: I can’t have you treating patients when your head is not in it. Michael: Why are you so sure there’s something wrong? You know, right? You know about Marcie? Paige: Yes, I do. Viki: Hey, can we get you anything? Todd: More of these drugs. [Viki chuckles] Viki: Hey, I think we'll leave that up to the doctors. Blair: You know, they're right outside. They said you're going to be ok, Todd. Todd: Ow, my head. Why do I feel so -- Blair: You feel drunk? Todd: Well, no, I feel, uh -- hung-over. Blair: Well, uh, John found you in a motel heavily intoxicated with a prostitute in your bed. Todd: Really? Blair: Uh-huh. You remember anything? Todd: A hooker -- no, no. Everything else, yeah. ***
Paige: Marcie came to me to ask me about fertility doctors, and I gave her a list of names. Michael: She ever come back? Paige: No, I think she didn’t want the situation to be any more complicated than it already was. Listen, Michael, if you or Marcie need any help or advice -- Michael: We don’t. Thank you for asking. What I do need is for my boss to allow me to do my job. Paige: Understood. Michael: Then I have your permission to check on my patient, after which, I will be going home? Paige: Go ahead. Todd: That woman from the adoption agency, Mrs. Bromley, gave me an address of this - [Baby cries] Todd: Smelly, abandoned crack house. So I get there, and I hear this cry of a baby. Viki: Did you find your son? Todd: No, there was no baby there. Blair: Was it a tape? Todd: Mm-hmm. How'd you know that? Blair: Because John and I found it right outside in the garbage of that building. And the police spliced it together so we could listen to it. So you know, whoever lured you to that building, Todd, must have had it all planned out. Todd: Yeah -- yeah, it was playing on a tape recorder. [Baby cries] Todd: So I -- I come into the room, and then the next thing I know, some-- somebody jumps me. I never saw the person. They were wearing a mask. The last thing I remember from there was this person standing over me with a knife. I passed out. Viki: Who would do that? Todd: The only other thing I know for sure is that I was walking through the woods outside of town, and I must have passed out again, because -- now I'm here. I don’t remember -- Blair: You're alive, though. You're alive. Todd: Yeah. Still down one son. Michael: Welcome back, Todd. How you feeling? Todd: I don’t know. Huh, I like these drugs, though. [Blair chuckles] Viki: Hey, I promise you something. Once you're feeling better, we'll get together, and we'll find your son. Todd: Well, there is one thing I want now, and I need you to take care of it for me. ***
Michael: Well, your vitals look good. Blair: How long do you plan on keeping him? Michael: Well, they're preparing a room upstairs. As soon as it’s ready, we're going to move him. Blair: Ok, thanks. Michael: Ok. Starr: Dad! Todd: Hey. The one and only. Oh. Starr: You're safe.
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