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An ALT.DAYS Production,
A Division of Peel Productions, Inc.
Air Date: May 17, 1994
Time: Day After #51,
Morning to Evening
Copyright 1995
BRADY LIVING ROOM. SHAWN-DOUGLAS IS LYING ON THE COUCH WATCHING "LASSIE" RE-RUNS ON TELEVISION. SHAWN AND CAROLINE SIT NEARBY, KEEPING AN EYE OF SHAWN-DOUGLAS WITHOUT BEING OBVIOUS ABOUT IT. SHAWN-DOUGLAS SHIFTS AROUND RESTLESSLY.CAROLINE: What's the matter, sweetheart?
SHAWN-D: Nothing, Grandma.
CAROLINE: Are you sure?
SHAWN-D: Well... I'm bored.
SHAWN: Bored? I can fix that. How about getting out that model airplane kit?
SHAWN-D: But... I don't know how to put it together.
SHAWN: Of course you don't. Not yet anyway. That's what Grandpas are for!
SHAWN-DOUGLAS RUNS OFF TO THE BEDROOM TO GET THE MODEL.CAROLINE: He seems to be better... doesn't he?
SHAWN: A bit. But I think it'll be some time before we have our bonny Shawn-Douglas back again. (BEAT) He'll be haunted by Carly's death for a long time...
CAROLINE: When I think of how that little boy has suffered... He must have been so frightened thinking that Bo would reject him.
SHAWN PUTS HIS ARM AROUND CAROLINE'S SHOULDER AND SQUEEZES HER.SHAWN: We've got to help both of them get through this, however we can.
CAROLINE: Love is the best healer of all. And we've got plenty of that.
HOLD ON CAROLINE AND SHAWN'S CONCERN.JAMES: Sorry about the delay.CUT TO: JAMES' OFFICE. JO IS SEATED IN FRONT OF HIS DESK. JAMES ENTERS, AND SITS DOWN.
JO IS FIDGETING SLIGHTLY. JAMES NOTICES.JAMES: There's no need to be nervous, Mrs. Johnson.
JO: Please, call me Jo.
JAMES: (SMILING) All right... Jo... I've read your file. Why don't you tell me why you wanted to come back to therapy?
JO: (RELAXING) I've been feeling badly about what I... what happened after my son died.
JAMES: What about your counseling at Bayview?
JO: My... time... at Bayview didn't help much. You showed up for your session, stayed out of trouble, and did what you were told. It seemed so... empty. (BEAT) I need more than that.
JAMES: Then more is what you'll get. You and I will work together to make sure of that.
HOLD ON JAMES' CONCERN.BO: Captain Yamada? Have you got time to talk?CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. JANET IS SITTING AT HER DESK, GOING OVER SOME PAPERWORK WHEN BO KNOCKS AND STICKS HIS HEAD IN THE DOOR.
JANET: Sure, Brady. Come on in, sit down.
BO COMES IN AND SITS ACROSS FROM JANET. HE OPENS HIS MOUTH TO SPEAK, THEN STOPS TO THINK FOR A MOMENT. JANET WAITS PATIENTLY.BO: (IN A RUSH) We can take Lawrence Alamain off the suspect list on Carly's murder.
JANET: What makes you say that?
BO: He's done a lot of horrible things in this world, but murdering Carly isn't one of them. (BEAT) I know... who did it. (BEAT) Shawn-Douglas remembered.
JANET: Great! Tell me who it is and I'll have an officer go out right away.
BO: I wish it were that easy...
JANET: Okay, I'll get a sketch artist to work up a description and...
BO: (INTERRUPTING) No, no, you don't understand. I know who's responsible. (LONG BEAT) Me. I'm responsible for Carly's death.
JANET: What?
BO: Shawn-Douglas was in bad shape yesterday. Dr. Ector hypnotized him and he remembered what happened the night of the shooting. (LONG BEAT) This is hard...
JANET: It's all right, take your time.
BO TAKES SEVERAL DEEP BREATHS.BO: When I got home that night I took off my gun and left it on the seat...
JANET: Yes, it's in the report. Since the bullet was police issue we assumed that the shooter used your gun.
BO: Shawn-Douglas woke up and came up on deck. Carly and I were... occupied... and didn't notice him.
BO PUTS HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS AND RUBS HIS EYES.BO: (CONT'D) Shawn-Douglas saw the gun and picked it up... He only meant to look at it... When it went off, the force of the blast knocked him down. That's how he got the head wound.
JANET: Hold it a minute. You're saying that your son shot you and Carly?
BO: That's exactly what I'm saying. (BEAT) That's why he's been having so many problems. He's been repressing the memory for so long... He's been terrified that I'd hate him. (BEAT) Don't you see? I'm the one who killed Carly.
HOLD ON BO'S ANGUISH.
BRADY PUB: A LARGE SIGN READING "HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY BRADY" HANGS OVER THE BAR. MAX IS BUSY HANGING UP BLUE AND WHITE STREAMERS WHILE CARRIE LAYS DOWN WHITE TAPE ON THE FLOOR IN A DIAMOND SHAPE. CAROLINE IS SETTING OUT SNACKS IN DISHES SHAPED LIKE BASEBALL MITTS. JOHN, WEARING A YANKEES CAP, BRINGS IN A LARGE BOX AND SETS IT DOWN ON THE BAR.JOHN: This place looks great!
MAX, SEEING WHAT'S IN THE BOX, JUMPS DOWN FROM HIS LADDER. PULLING OUT A BALTIMORE ORIOLES CAP, HE PUTS IT ON HIS HEAD AND GRINS AT JOHN. JOHN GRINS BACK AS MAX CLIMBS THE LADDER AGAIN.MAX: Carrie! The party hats have arrived!
CARRIE: I get dibs on the Braves!
CAROLINE COMES OVER AND JOHN HUGS HER.JOHN: Thanks for offering the use of the Pub. I want this to be a birthday the slugger will remember.
CAROLINE: That's what grandparents are for. There's no way you could fit everyone in the loft. (BEAT) As for Brady remembering, he is only two, John.
JOHN: That's why they invented video tape!
CARRIE: Yeah, they saw all you misty-eyed parents from a hundred miles away!
JOHN: I'll remind you of that when you have kids, Punkin.
CAROLINE: Come on, I'll give you a peek at Brady's present.
CAROLINE TAKES JOHN BEHIND THE BAR AND BRINGS OUT A LITTLE TYKES TRICYCLE.JOHN: (LAUGHING) But Caroline, he's only two!
CAROLINE: That's why it has training wheels...
JOHN HUGS CAROLINE AGAIN.JOHN: Brady's a lucky kid to belong to such a great family.
HOLD ON JOHN'S HAPPINESS.JANET: You killed Carly?CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. BO IS SITTING ACROSS FROM HER.
BO: As I said, Captain, it was my gun... it was my fault.
JANET: I don't know what to say... Surely you know better than to leave out a loaded weapon, Officer Brady.
BO: Yes, ma'am, I do...
JANET: And yet you did it.
BO: It was a mistake. My mistake. And now I have to pay for it.
JANET: How exactly do you expect to "pay for it?"
BO: (STANDING, STIFFENING HIS SPINE) I'm ready to take any disciplinary action deemed necessary.
JANET: Disciplinary action... (BEAT) You know, Officer, I could throw the proverbial book at you.
BO: Yes, ma'am.
JANET: (OBVIOUSLY TORN) But, Officer Brady... Bo... I understand how painful this must be for you... for your son... How is he?
BO: He'll be better now that he knows the truth.
JANET: And you?
BO: As long as Shawn-Douglas is getting better, I'm fine.
JANET: Are you sure?
BO: I don't matter. My son does.
JANET: I wouldn't say you don't matter... (DEEP BREATH) I don't want to add to your pain, but I have to report this to Internal Affairs.
BO: Internal Affairs?
JANET: Normal procedure. It's part of the job... for a cop... And you are a cop, aren't you, Brady?
BO: Yes, ma'am.
HOLD ON BO'S CONVICTION.DOUG: Julie?CUT TO: DOUG AND JULIE'S LIVING ROOM. DOUG AND JULIE SIT ON THE SOFA READING THE MORNING PAPER AND SIPPING COFFEE. DOUG LOOKS UP FROM THE PAPER.
JULIE: (LOOKING UP) Yes, darling?
DOUG: Have I told you how grateful I am that you stayed home with me today?
JULIE: Yes, you have. (SMILING) But you can tell me again.
DOUG: (LEANING OVER TO KISS HER) Fair lady, thank you for staying home with me today.
JULIE: As if I would be anywhere else when you needed me.
DOUG: But I know how important the magazine is to you.
JULIE: And I know Richard is capable of handling things for a day or two...
DOUG: Yes, all my teasing aside, he's a great guy.
JULIE: Yes, he is. (TAKING HIS HAND) But I suspect Richard Hunt is not really who you want to discuss.
DOUG: No... I keep going over what Bo told us about Shawn-Douglas... How could that sweet little boy be responsible for... Carly's death?
JULIE: Doug, darling, it was an accident, a horrible accident.
DOUG: But to think that my grandson... Hope's son... killed someone...
JULIE: Doug, try not to think about it that way. This type of tragedy occurs on a regular basis in this country...
DOUG: Because of all the guns...
JULIE: Yes... But we shouldn't dwell on things we can't change...
DOUG: But we could change some things. There are so many illegal handguns... If there were laws...
JULIE: Doug, if you want to work for legislation restricting the sale of handguns, I'll support you. But at this moment, we must concentrate on Shawn-Douglas.
DOUG: You're right... as always... (BEAT) I know that Bo told us we should treat the boy as normally as possible, but...
JULIE: And we will. We will act as if this never happened, unless Shawn-Douglas directly asks us.
DOUG: But I'm afraid...
JULIE: Of what?
DOUG: That I'll say or do the wrong thing...
JULIE: Doug, you love your grandson. That's obvious to everyone who sees you. Whatever you say or do will be the right thing, as long as you show how much you love Shawn-Douglas....
THE DOORBELL RINGS.DOUG: I wonder who that could be?
DOUG GOES TO THE FRONT DOOR AND OPENS IT TO REVEAL ROBERT.ROBERT: Bon jour, Doug, Julie!
DOUG: Bon jour, mon vieux.
JULIE: Robert, darling, come in and join us for some coffee...
ROBERT: Merci bien.
DOUG SITS ON THE SOFA, NEXT TO JULIE. ROBERT SITS DIAGONALLY FROM THEM ON THE SECTIONAL. JULIE POURS COFFEE.ROBERT: (CONT'D) I came by to see how you were doing...
DOUG: We're fine.
ROBERT: And Shawn-Douglas?
JULIE: He'll be fine, too.
DOUG: He's at a party for Brady Black today.
ROBERT: That sounds like progress.
DOUG: Bo thinks it is.
ROBERT: Well... (DIGGING INTO HIS INNER COAT POCKET) if you have good news about your grandson, perhaps I can share some news about my son. (PULLING OUT A LETTER)
JULIE: News from CJ?
DOUG: What does that young rascal say?
ROBERT: (HOLDING UP THE LETTER) Let me read you part of it... (READING) "And you know I had to go to Siena. May is such a perfect month in that city. The light, the hills, the stone... I had to capture the rose gold hue of the city on canvas..."
JULIE: Siena... I love Siena. (TO DOUG) Do you remember the Palio?
DOUG: How could I forget? You made me carry home four of those flags.
JULIE: Bandiere... from the various quarters. I had to have them...
ROBERT: Do you two mind? I'm not finished.
DOUG: Ohhh... the proud Papa with a few ruffled feathers, please continue...
ROBERT: (SCANNING) Let me skip down... (READING) "Now you know, papa, I really don't go looking for adventure..."
JULIE SNORTS, BUT ROBERT IGNORES HER.ROBERT: (CONT'D) "But this utterly exquisite woman came up to me and told me I simply had to come visit her pasticceria and try her torta cioccolata..."
DOUG: Beautiful women and chocolate... CJ has impeccable taste...
JULIE THROWS UP HER HANDS AND STANDS.DOUG: (CONT'D) What's wrong?
JULIE: I'm going into the kitchen to make some lunch. (TO ROBERT) You are welcome to stay...
ROBERT: Merci.
JULIE: But I am not coming back into this room until the testosterone levels return to normal.
JULIE TURNS ON HER HEEL AND WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN. ROBERT AND DOUG SHEEPISHLY LOOK AT EACH OTHER FOR A MOMENT.DOUG: She's right...
ROBERT: Uh-huh...
DOUG: (GRINNING WICKEDLY) But that doesn't mean we can't finish the letter... tell me more about the bella donna and the chocolate...
ROBERT LAUGHS. OUT ON ROBERT AND DOUG'S LAUGHTER.
SALEM POLICE STATION LOCKER ROOM. BOB IS LEAVING THE LOCKER ROOM WHEN BO APPROACHES.BOB: Hey, Bo! What's up?
BO: Bob, I'm glad I caught you. Could we talk for a few minutes?
BOB NOTES BO'S SOLEMN TONE.BOB: (CONCERNED) Sounds serious. Is it about your son?
BO: Yeah, that's part of it. (LOOKING AROUND) I wonder if one of the interrogation rooms is open...
BOB: I think number 3 is open. C'mon.
CUT TO: INTERROGATION ROOM 3. BO ENTERS, FOLLOWED BY BOB, WHO CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. THEY SIT DOWN AT THE TABLE.BOB: Okay, what did you want to talk about?
BO: Well, you're my partner, so I wanted to let you know, first hand, what's going on. (BEAT) I won't be at work for a few days... maybe longer.
BOB: (SURPRISED) Why? Has Shawn-Douglas gotten worse?
BO: No. Actually, he remembered everything that happened the night Carly was killed.
BOB: That's great! Now we can catch the guy, and Shawn-Douglas won't have to carry that burden any longer.
BO: We don't need to catch the guy. I know who he is, and there won't be any criminal charges.
BOB: What do you mean, no charges? Who's the killer?
BO: I am.
BOB: You? That's impossible...
BO: Well, I didn't pull the trigger, but... it's my fault.
BOB: Who did pull the trigger? And how is it your fault?
BO: Shawn-D was the one who shot me and Carly.
BOB: (SHOCKED) Shawn-Douglas...?
BO: Yeah. When I got home that night, I took off my gun and left it on deck. Then I went to meet Carly on the dock. Neither of us saw Shawn-D come up from below deck. He picked up the gun...
BOB: And it went off.
BO: The recoil knocked him down. That's how he got the head injury.
BOB: God, the poor kid... Is he okay?
BO: The doctor says things will get better. Most of his problems came from suppressing the memories. Now that everything's out in the open, he can start to heal.
BOB: Well, I'm glad, for Shawn-Douglas' sake.
BO: Of course, it's just the beginning for me. (BEAT) I really screwed up, leaving my gun out like that. I talked with Captain Yamada... I.A. will have to review the case.
BOB: What else did she say?
BO: Not much. She said she wasn't out to punish me, or anything like that...
BOB: I'm sure you've suffered enough already.
BO: That's what she said. (BEAT) Of course, there are procedures that have to be followed, and I understand that. I just hope that I.A. will let me keep my job.
BOB: Well, don't go jumping the g... Sorry. Don't go jumping to conclusions. Let's wait to hear from I.A.
BO: Bob...
BOB: Yeah?
BO: If you want to request assignment with another partner, I'll understand. This could get pretty hairy, and I don't want you to feel like you have to stick around.
BOB: I don't.
BO NODS.BOB: (CONT'D) But I'm going to, anyway.
BO: Really...?
BOB: Yeah. (BEAT) You're my partner, and partners stick together. True, you made a mistake. But you've admitted it, and I think you've learned from it.
BO: I have.
BOB: Plus, that happened a year ago. (BEAT) I don't think that the Bo Brady who left a loaded gun unattended back then is the same Bo Brady I'm talking to right now. I think you've come a long way since then... and I'm a pretty good judge of character.
BO: Thanks, Bob.
BOB: That doesn't mean I don't think you still have a lot to learn.
BO: I know.
BOB: But, I think you'll learn. I think you'll be a good cop, one day.
BO: I hope I get the chance.
BOB: You will, if I have anything to say about it. (BEAT) Whatever happens, I'll stand behind you... partner.
BOB EXTENDS HIS HAND TO BO. BO TAKES IT AND THEY SHAKE HANDS. HOLD ON A CLOSE-UP OF THEIR CLASPED HANDS.JOHN: Welcome! (TO BRADY) Look, it's Jack and Jennifer... (WINKING AT JENNIFER) and your future fiancée, Abigail.CUT TO: BRADY PUB. CAROLINE IS MAKING LAST MINUTE PREPARATIONS FOR THE PARTY. JACK, JENNIFER AND ABIGAIL ARE THE FIRST TO ENTER. JACK CARRIES ABIGAIL, AS JENNIFER PUSHES IN THE EMPTY STROLLER AND PARKS IT NEAR THE DOOR. SHE PULLS A LARGE, BRIGHTLY-DECORATED, BOX OUT OF THE STROLLER AND ADDS IT TO THE PILE OF PRESENTS SITTING ON A TABLE NEAR THE DOOR. JOHN, CARRYING BRADY, WALKS UP TO GREET THEM.
JACK: Fiancée? Now wait a minute...
JENNIFER: Jack... John's teasing you again.
JACK: I knew that...
JOHN: (SMILING) Sorry, Jack, but your goat is so easy to get...
JACK: Goat? I'm a Gemini thank you, not a Capricorn.
JOHN: What?
JENNIFER: (SHAKING HER HEAD) Come on, Jack, let's go say "hi" to Shawn and Caroline.
JACK: But...
JENNIFER: Say, "see you later," Jack.
JACK: (SIGHING) See you later, Jack. (TO ABIGAIL) Abigail, remember what Daddy told you about Mommy being stubborn, bossy...
JENNIFER TAKES JACK'S FREE ARM AND PLAYFULLY DRAGS HIM ACROSS THE ROOM AS SHANE AND JANET WALK IN THE FRONT DOOR.JOHN: Shane, good to see you, Guv'nor. And Captain Yamada. (LOOKING BACK AND FORTH AT SHANE AND JANET) What an unexpected... pleasure.
JANET: I hope you don't mind...
SHANE: Captain Yamada and I were planning to meet about... business...
JANET: But Shane... ah... Captain Donovan didn't want to miss this party...
SHANE: So I asked Captain Yamada if she couldn't accompany me...
JANET: We plan to discuss police business after your son's party...
SHANE: I assured the Captain, you wouldn't mind...
JOHN: (TRYING TO SUPPRESS A SMILE AT THEIR SONG AND DANCE) No, that's fine... any friend of Shane's is a friend of mine...
JANET: We're not friends...
JANET SEES SHANE'S INDIGNANT REACTION.JANET: (CONT'D) I mean... we're friends, but... this is business... it's not like a date (HER VOICE TRAILING OFF) or anything...
JOHN: Is that a fact?
SHANE: (EVER THE GENTLEMAN) John, perhaps you'll excuse Captain Yamada and myself... I think we could use some of that (POINTING TO A LARGE PUNCH BOWL ON THE BAR) punch...
JOHN: Please... help yourselves...
SHANE AND JANET HEAD TOWARDS THE BAR, AS JOHN LOOKS AFTER THEM, SHAKING HIS HEAD.JOHN: (CONT'D) (TO BRADY) You and I have some pretty... unique friends, don't we, kiddo?
BRADY: Fr'ends!
AS IF ON CUE, MARCUS AND KAYLA WALK IN. MARCUS CARRIES STEPHANIE. KAYLA SETS A BOX DECORATED WITH THE SUNDAY COMICS SECTION ON THE TABLE.JOHN: Kayla!
KAYLA WALKS UP AND HUGS JOHN AND BRADY.KAYLA: Happy birthday, Brady!
BRADY: Birf-day!
KAYLA: (SMILING) Yep, it's your birthday. (TURNING TO MARCUS AND STEPHANIE) Want to say hi to Brady, Steffi.
STEPHANIE: Happy birthday, Brady.
KAYLA: And don't you have something to give Brady?
STEPHANIE LOOKS AT THE SMALL BOX SHE'S GOT CLUTCHED IN HER HANDS.MARCUS: Remember, Stephanie, we talked about this before we left home. That's for Brady.
STEPHANIE LOOKS AT MARCUS, THEN KAYLA, THEN HANDS THE BOX OVER TO BRADY WHO TAKES IT AND BEGINS SHAKING IT.JOHN: Hold it, slugger. (JOHN TRIES TO INTERCEPT THE PACKAGE) (TO KAYLA) I hope it isn't... (HEARING A CLUNK) wasn't... breakable.
KAYLA: (LAUGHING) Nope, I'm well trained. And I promise... no toy drums or horns.
JOHN: Kayla... you are truly a wonderful... sis... (STOPS HIMSELF)
KAYLA: (PATTING HIS SHOULDER) Sister. And you're a great brother.
JOHN: Thanks... sis.
STEPHANIE: (SEEING JACK, JENNIFER AND ABIGAIL) Cousin Abby! Mommy, can we go see Uncle Jack and Aunt Jennifer?
KAYLA: Of course we can. Marcus?
MARCUS: After you, milady. (TO JOHN) If you'll excuse us...
JOHN: Of course...
KAYLA, MARCUS AND STEPHANIE WALK OVER TO JOIN JACK, JENNIFER AND ABIGAIL. SHAWN MAKES A FACE AS HE SEES MARCUS AND KAYLA. HE TURNS AND BUSIES HIMSELF AT THE BAR, AVOIDING TALKING TO THEM. CAROLINE WALKS OVER TO JOHN.CAROLINE: Looks like a full house.
JOHN: Yeah... Brady and I have some wonderful friends... (HUGGING CAROLINE) and family...
IVAN, NICHOLAS AND VIVIAN WALK IN. NICHOLAS CARRIES A LARGE, ORNATELY WRAPPED PRESENT.JOHN: (CONT'D) Hi Nikki... Vivian... Ivan...
CAROLINE: (COOL) Vivian...
VIVIAN: (SMILING) Mrs. Brady... how charmante to see you again.
CAROLINE ROLLS HER EYES AT VIVIAN'S FRENCH.NICHOLAS: Hi, Uncle John... Cousin Brady (LIFTING UP THE PRESENT SO BRADY CAN SEE IT) This is for you. I picked it out myself and Aunt Viv wrapped it.
BRADY TRIES TO REACH THE PRESENT.JOHN: Thank you, Nikki, Vivian... I'm sure Brady will love it. Would you put it on the table for me?
NICHOLAS: Sure. (HE PUTS THE PACKAGE ON THE TABLE, THEN TURNS AND LOOKS AROUND) Is Shawn-Douglas here?
JOHN: Yes... Do you remember what we talked about earlier?
NICHOLAS: Uh-uh. He feels better now, but I shouldn't ask him why.
JOHN: Yes, that's right. (TO NICHOLAS) Why don't you go over and get some punch for your Aunt Vivian.
NICHOLAS: Aunt Viv?
VIVIAN: Yes, Nikki, I'd love some, thank you.
NICHOLAS GOES OVER TO GET SOME PUNCH.JOHN: Vivian, I hope you don't mind, but I don't see a reason for Nikki to know it was Shawn-Douglas who shot his mother. I know it was an accident, but the boys are such good friends... I wouldn't want to see anything hurt that...
VIVIAN: You won't get an argument from me. In fact, I feel like thanking Shawn-Douglas for the service.
IVAN: Madame...
CAROLINE: What a horrible thing to say!
VIVIAN: Just the truth, Mrs. Brady. Katerina, or Carly, if you prefer, was a user... a thief... a con woman... who knows what else? Are you afraid of that particular truth?
CAROLINE: The truth? No. But you...
JOHN: (INTERRUPTING) Caroline... do you think it's time to go get Shawn-Douglas?
CAROLINE: (GLARING AT VIVIAN) Yes, I'm sure it is.
CAROLINE TURNS AND WALKS OFF, WITHOUT LOOKING BACK AT VIVIAN.CAROLINE: (CONT'D) Shawn, I'm going to go get Shawn-D.GO TO: SHAWN AT THE BAR. CAROLINE WALKS UP.
SHAWN: Do you need any help?
CAROLINE: I don't think so. I checked with John and Bo, all the guests know... what happened that night.
SHAWN: And they'll say nothing?
CAROLINE: Bo discussed it with Dr. Ector. He said treat Shawn-D normally and don't bring it up unless he does.
SHAWN: And if he does?
CAROLINE: Apparently, Dr. Ector thinks Shawn-D won't discuss it...
SHAWN: Just as well... time for the poor bairn to move on...
CAROLINE: Time for us all to move on... (LOOKING AT MARCUS AND KAYLA) Don't you agree, Shawn?
CAROLINE TURNS AND WALKS AWAY BEFORE SHAWN CAN ANSWER. HOLD ON SHAWN, STARING AFTER HER.JO: Hello?CUT TO: JO'S APARTMENT. JO IS SITTING ON THE COUCH WHEN THE PHONE RINGS, TWO-WAY.
VERN: Hi, Jo. It's me.
JO: Hi, Vern.
VERN: I wanted to say "hello," and to see how your appointment with Dr. Ector went.
JO: My appointment?
VERN: I'm not trying to pry... you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I'll support you, no matter what.
JO: Thank you, Vern. (DEEP BREATH) I think today was a good start. (BEAT) I think Dr. Ector can help me.
OUT ON JO'S HOPE.
THE BRADY PUB. KIDS ARE LAUGHING AS A CLOWN ENTERTAINS THEM WITH BALLOON TRICKS. THE ADULTS STAND NEAR THE BAR, MUNCHING ON FOOD, OR WATCH THEIR CHILDREN. NICHOLAS AND SHAWN-DOUGLAS ARE SITTING IN A CORNER AS NICHOLAS FOLDS A PIECE OF PAPER INTO A FOOTBALL AND TOSSES IT TO SHAWN-D.NICHOLAS: Touchdown!
SHAWN-D: Touchdown?
NICHOLAS: Sure... Don't you want to play?
SHAWN-D: I guess...
SHAWN-D TOSSES THE "BALL" TO NICHOLAS. IT DOESN'T FLY VERY WELL AND LANDS ON THE FLOOR. NICHOLAS RETRIEVES IT AND TOSSES IT BACK TO SHAWN-D.NICHOLAS: Another touchdown!
SHAWN-D: That was pretty good.
NICHOLAS: Good? It was great... just like Joe Montana!
SHAWN-D: Uh-huh...
NICHOLAS CAN SEE SHAWN-D IS NOT VERY ATTENTIVE. DETERMINED TO CHEER UP HIS FRIEND, NICHOLAS TRIES AGAIN.NICHOLAS: I brought my portable chess set, want to play?
SHAWN-D: I don't know how to play chess.
NICHOLAS: I can teach you.
SHAWN-D: I don't know...
NICHOLAS: You'll love it. It's fun... there are knights and bishops, pawns, a king, a queen...
SHAWN-D: It sounds like Robin Hood...
NICHOLAS: It is... kinda like that. It's fun.
SHAWN-D: Okay...
NICHOLAS: Stay here, I'll be right back.
NICHOLAS STANDS AND DASHES OFF TOWARDS IVAN.VIVIAN: (WITH A GRAND SWEEP OF HER HAND) And this is all yours?GO TO: VIVIAN AND SHAWN AT THE BAR.
SHAWN: (PROUD) Aye. And all thanks to John.
VIVIAN: John?
SHAWN: 'Tis a long story...
VIVIAN: And I'm sure you tell it beautifully...
CAROLINE GLARES AT VIVIAN FROM ACROSS THE ROOM AND VIVIAN SMILES. VIVIAN LEANS ACROSS THE BAR TO GET CLOSER TO SHAWN.SHAWN: Well...
VIVIAN: Please do tell me the whole story... I could listen to that bella voce of yours all night...
SHAWN IS "PREENING" AS NICHOLAS RUNS UP.NICHOLAS: Auntie Viv?
VIVIAN: Yes, darling.
NICHOLAS: I'm looking for my chess set. Ivan said he thought you had it.
VIVIAN: Ivan packed it in the valise... I believe it's sitting under the table... Check with Ivan.
NICHOLAS: But he said I should come and ask you.
WE SEE IVAN, WHO'S CLEARLY PERTURBED AT VIVIAN'S INTIMATE CONVERSATION WITH SHAWN.VIVIAN: (LOOKING AT IVAN) I'm sure he did. But go check again.
NICHOLAS: Okay, thanks!
NICHOLAS DASHES OFF.SHAWN: He's a good lad. You done a fine job raising him.
VIVIAN: (SMILING COQUETTISHLY) Why, thank you, Shawn, coming from you... that's quite the compliment...
GO TO: BO, WHO WALKS IN THE FRONT DOOR. JOHN WALKS OVER.JOHN: Glad to see you, Bo. We were getting worried. Is everything all right?
BO: I think so. But let's not talk about it now...
JOHN: But if...
BO: No "ifs," this is a celebration. (LOOKING AROUND) Where's the birthday boy?
JOHN POINTS TO BRADY, WHO'S SITTING IN CARRIE'S LAP, CLAPPING AS THE CLOWN MAKES A BIG PURPLE BALLOON ELEPHANT FOR HIM.BO: (CONT'D) He looks like he's having fun.
JOHN: He is...
BO: And Shawn-D? Is he...
JOHN: He's fine. (POINTING AGAIN) See for yourself.
BO LOOKS OVER TO SEE NICHOLAS AND SHAWN-D WITH THEIR HEADS BENT OVER A MINI CHESS BOARD, NICHOLAS DEEP INTO AN EXPLANATION OF THE PIECES.BO: He looks okay...
JOHN: He's fine. Nikki's making sure of that. And so am I...
BO: Thanks, John... thanks for everything.
JOHN: You'd do the same for me.
WE HEAR A LOUD CHEER.JOHN: (CONT'D) Oh-oh... looks like time for the breaking of the pinata. Care to join in?
BO: What's inside?
JOHN: Particular, aren't we?
BO: Sometimes... so what's inside?
JOHN: Candy.
BO: Sweet Tarts?
JOHN: Yes, Sweet Tarts...
BO: (SMILING) Then... race you!
BO JOKINGLY "RUNS" AWAY. HOLD ON JOHN, LAUGHING AT THE ANTICS.EVE: (STIRRING THE TEA) I can't quite figure you out, Ian.CUT TO: EUTERPE. JASMIN IS SETTING UP TABLES. EVE IS SEATED AT ONE OF THE TABLES, TAKING A BREAK. IAN JOINS HER, BRINGING TWO GLASSES OF ICED TEA WITH HIM. EVE ADDS FIVE PACKETS OF ARTIFICIAL SWEETENER TO HER GLASS.
IAN: Oh?
EVE: (STILL STIRRING) You seem to be immune to my feminine charms. (BEAT) No man has ever been immune to my charms...
IAN: I wouldn't call it immune, Eve. I just want us to be friends.
EVE STOPS STIRRING THE TEA, REMOVES THE SPOON FROM THE GLASS, AND SETS IT DOWN ON THE TABLE.IAN: (CONT'D) (BEAT) I can't offer you anything more right now.
HOLD ON EVE'S EXASPERATED SIGH.JULIE: Robert, I'm so glad you were able to stay for lunch.CUT TO: DOUG AND JULIE'S KITCHEN. ROBERT AND DOUG SIT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE, WHILE JULIE FIXES LUNCH.
ROBERT: How could I resist an invitation from such a beautiful woman?
DOUG: Robert... you rogue... stop flirting... the lady's been spoken for...
ROBERT: Mon vieux... how could I not flirt with such a beauty as la petite Julie? But I, of all people, know that she has eyes only for you.
JULIE: Gentlemen... (WAVING) I am in the room.
DOUG: As if there were a doubt... Fair lady, any and all red-blooded men know when you're in a room.
JULIE: (LAUGHING) Have you been taking lessons from Robert?
DOUG: (RAISING HIS HAND TO HIS FOREHEAD) You wound me... (DOING HIS BEST GROUCHO IMPRESSION) My lines are all my own.
JULIE: Are you going to ask me for the secret word?
DOUG: Not in front of Robert.
ROBERT: Perhaps I should leave?
JULIE: No, you stay right there. Tell me more about CJ.
ROBERT: I'm sure you've heard enough about my son for one day.
JULIE: No, I always love hearing about CJ...
ROBERT: And he loves hearing about you. He always asks about you in his letters.
JULIE: Hurumph! Tell him to write me himself. I haven't gotten a letter from him in ages.
ROBERT: To tell the truth, I think you intimidate him, Julie.
JULIE: Me?
ROBERT: Yes... Frankly, I suspect the young man compares all women to you and finds them lacking...
JULIE: (THROWING UP HER HANDS) What is it with you two, today? I promise, I will fix you lunch. You don't have to keep smothering me with flattery and false declarations of devotion.
ROBERT: False? I was serious.
JULIE: (PICKING UP A FAVA BEAN FROM THE BOWL) See this?
ROBERT: For luck?
JULIE: (SMILING WICKEDLY) No... I'm going to have this with a nice Chianti and... you.... if you don't behave.
DOUG: Threats? (TO ROBERT) I don't know about you, mon vieux, but I respond well to threats...
ROBERT: D'accord! So... how about them Dodgers?
JULIE LOOKS AT THE TWO MEN AND BEGINS TO LAUGH. THE MEN JOIN IN. OUT ON THE THREE LAUGHING.
BRADY PUB. SHAWN SITS DOWN NEXT TO SHANE AS THEY WATCH THE CHILDREN PLAY.SHAWN: They grow up so fast, don't they?
SHANE: They most certainly do. Any day now, I expect Andrew to start college.
SHAWN: Have you spoken to the children lately?
SHANE: Yes, I phoned a few days ago to wish Andrew a happy birthday.
SHAWN: Is that so? How's the boy doing?
SHANE: He sounded happy. I think both he and Jeannie are glad to be staying with their mother.
SHAWN: And Kimmie? Did you get a chance to chat with her?
SHANE: Yes. You know, Kimberly... she pretended to be upset about the super water gun I sent Andrew for his birthday.
SHAWN: (LAUGHING) Oh she did, did she?
SHANE: She said Andrew had practically soaked the entire house. She had to insist he use it outdoors only.
SHAWN: The little rascal!
SHANE: Other than that, everyone is doing just fine.
SHANE AND SHAWN ARE INTERRUPTED BY LAUGHTER FROM THE CHILDREN AS JOHN AND MARCUS PERFORM AN IMPROMPTU PUPPET SHOW. THEY USE EXAGGERATED GESTURES AND FUNNY VOICES.KAYLA: It looks like Stephanie has grown attached to her little cousin.GO TO: JACK AND KAYLA, WHO ARE SITTING A DISTANCE AWAY FROM THE PUPPET SHOW CROWD. KAYLA POINTS TO STEPHANIE AND ABIGAIL, WHO ARE COLORING TOGETHER. ABIGAIL IS CREATING A MULTI-COLORED MASTERPIECE ON BUTCHER PAPER, WHILE STEPHANIE HANDS DIFFERENT COLORED CRAYONS TO ABIGAIL.
JACK: (SMILING) I wonder what sort of masterpiece they're creating?
KAYLA: Who cares, as long as they're having fun. (BEAT) Jack, I'm glad that our children are getting to spend some time together. It would have meant a lot to Steve.
JACK: He'd be very proud of his daughter.
SUDDENLY, ABIGAIL TOSSES A FEW CRAYONS TO THE FLOOR. STEPHANIE LAUGHS AND THROWS THE REST OF THE CRAYONS UP IN THE AIR. ABIGAIL GIGGLES AS SHE WATCHES STEPHANIE'S ACTIONS.JACK: (CONT'D) (LAUGHING) Very proud indeed. She definitely has her father's rebellious nature.
KAYLA: Can you imagine if Steve were to babysit for the girls? (LAUGHING) He'd enjoy every minute of it, but the house would be a complete mess!
JACK: Perhaps you'd need a sitter for Steve as well.
HOLD ON JACK AND KAYLA'S LAUGHTER.EVE: (RESIGNEDLY) All right, you win.CUT TO: EUTERPE. IAN IS IN THE SOUND BOOTH, READING OVER HIS PLAY LISTS. EVE APPROACHES.
IAN: (LOOKING UP FROM HIS LISTS) Wha...? Oh, hi, Eve. (BEAT) What have I won?
EVE: You know.
IAN: A trip to the Bahamas? A condominium? A brand-new car?
EVE: No, Don Pardo, I'm talking about us. (BEAT) If it's what you really want... then we can just be friends.
IAN SMILES.EVE: (CONT'D) This feels weird.
IAN: I'm sure you'll adjust. (BEAT) Tell me something...
EVE: What?
IAN: Does this mean you promise to stop the flirting, the attempts at seduction, and your other various and sundry mind games?
EVE: (HURT) You make it sound so awful...
IAN TILTS HIS HEAD INQUISITIVELY.EVE: (CONT'D) Okay, let's not get too carried away. (BEAT) I promise to try. That's the best I can do.
IAN: I guess that's all I can ask... as long as you try your best.
EVE: Okay. But you have to be patient with me... A leopard can't change her spots overnight.
IAN: (MISCHIEVOUSLY) Just like the old dog who can't be taught new tricks?
EVE: (DISGUSTED) Puh-leeze. (BEAT) A real friend doesn't go around comparing his friends to old dogs.
IAN: (RUBBING HIS CHIN THOUGHTFULLY) Hmmm... maybe not.
EVE: (TURNING TO LEAVE) I should get back to work. I'll see you later.
IAN: Hey... friend.
EVE: Yes... friend?
IAN: How would you like to go with me to the Salem U. theatre to check out the film festival they have going on?
EVE: That depends on what's playing. I'm not really into those goofy silent movies.
IAN: It's not silent movies. It's Bogie.
EVE IS TOO SURPRISED TO SAY ANYTHING. SHE CAN ONLY STARE AT IAN.IAN: (CONT'D) Um... Bogie. Humphrey Bogart. (BEAT) You do know who Humphrey Bogart is, don't you? Casablanca? The Maltese Falcon?
EVE: Yes, I know who Humphrey Bogart is.
IAN: So, what do you say? Do you want to go?
EVE: Um... can I think about it?
IAN: (CURIOUS) Sure. You do that.
EVE: Thanks.
IAN: Just let me know soon, okay?
EVE: Okay. (BEAT) See you later.
IAN: See ya.
EVE TURNS AND EXITS. SHE TURNS BACK TO LOOK AT IAN, WHO IS STILL WATCHING HER. HE SMILES, AND SHE FORCES A SMILE BACK. SHE TURNS AWAY, AND HER SMILE MELTS INTO A LOOK OF UNEASINESS. HOLD ON EVE.JOHN: Look at this, Slugger! Say thank-you to your Aunt Kayla, Uncle Marcus, and Stephanie!CUT TO: BRADY PUB. EVERYONE IS GATHERED AROUND WHILE BRADY OPENS HIS GIFTS. JOHN HOLDS BRADY ON HIS LAP, WHILE BRADY RIPS AT THE WRAPPING ON ONE OF THE PRESENTS. JOHN OPENS THE BOX TO REVEAL A TODDLER SIZE BASEBALL JERSEY. HE HOLDS IT UP TO BRADY.
BRADY LOOKS BRIEFLY AT THE JERSEY, THEN TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO ONCE AGAIN RIPPING THE WRAPPING PAPER.JOHN: (CONT'D) That's a "thank-you" in his very own way.
KAYLA: (LAUGHING) No problem. When Stephanie was Brady's age, all she wanted to keep were the ribbons on her gifts.
JOHN PICKS UP ANOTHER GIFT, AND BRADY IMMEDIATELY BEGINS TO TEAR THE WRAPPING OFF. THE GIFT IS THREE BOOKS.JOHN: (LOOKING AT THE FIRST TWO BOOKS.) Hey, Brady, check it out! Jack, Jennifer, and Abby gave you these great picture books! Thanks guys!
JENNIFER: You're welcome! I know he's too young to start reading yet, but at least these should get him interested in books.
JOHN: These are great, thanks! (JOHN LOOKS AT THE THIRD BOOK WITH CONFUSION) Beginning Italian?
JENNIFER: That was Jack's idea.
JACK: A very good choice, too. After all, young Brady is half Italian. Perhaps when he starts reading he'll want to learn more about his heritage.
JOHN: Thank you, Jack... and you're right. You know, it's probably a good idea to start teaching some Italian words to Brady. I know IzzyB would have wanted that.
JOHN LOOKS DOWN AT BRADY AND SADLY SMILES FOR A MOMENT.JOHN: (CONT') Have we opened all your gifts, Slugger?
BRADY LOOKS UP AT JOHN, QUESTIONING.BRADY: More?
EVERYBODY LAUGHS. CAROLINE WALKS IN HOLDING A BIG CAKE WITH TWO CANDLES LIT.CAROLINE: How about some cake and ice cream now?
CAROLINE SETS DOWN THE CAKE ON A TABLE. EVERYBODY GATHERS AROUND AND SINGS "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" TO BRADY. AFTER THE SINGING, JOHN LEANS OVER AND HELPS BRADY BLOW OUT HIS CANDLES. CAROLINE BEGINS TO CUT THE CAKE. IVAN WALKS UP TO HER.IVAN: Mrs. Brady, may I assist you?
CAROLINE: Oh, that's not necessary, Ivan. Why don't you enjoy yourself.
IVAN: But, I enjoy helping.
CAROLINE: Well, okay. You can help scoop the ice cream for me.
CAROLINE AND IVAN PASS OUT CAKE AND ICE CREAM AS EVERYONE SITS DOWN TO ENJOY THE DESSERTS.JOHN: How do you like your cake, Slugger?
WITH A SPOONFUL OF CAKE IN HIS HAND, BRADY SMASHES MOST OF IT ON HIS FACE. WHEN JOHN TRIES TO WIPE IT OFF, BRADY LAUGHS AND THROWS SOME CAKE ON THE TABLE.JOHN: (CONT'D) Hey, that's no way to treat your food.
BRADY CONTINUES TO LAUGH, CAUSING ABIGAIL TO BREAK INTO GIGGLES. ABIGAIL TAKES A HANDFUL OF CAKE AND SMEARS IT ALL OVER HER FACE.JENNIFER: Abby! What are you doing?
ABIGAIL LAUGHS AND ATTEMPTS TO TAKE ANOTHER HANDFUL OF CAKE TO SMEAR ALL OVER HER.JACK: (TO ABIGAIL) I know that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I think there are better ways to impress young men.
STEPHANIE, SHAWN-DOUGLAS, AND NICHOLAS ALL START LAUGHING WHEN BRADY ONCE AGAIN THROWS SOME OF HIS CAKE ON THE TABLE. SUDDENLY, STEPHANIE DROPS ICE CREAM DOWN THE FRONT OF HER DRESS.KAYLA: Oh no, Steph! You've got chocolate all over you!
SHAWN-DOUGLAS AND NICHOLAS LAUGH AT STEPHANIE, CAUSING HER TO LAUGH SOME MORE, SPILLING HER PUNCH ALL OVER THE TABLE. PRETTY SOON, ALL THE ADULTS ARE HELPING TO CLEAN UP ONE MESS OR ANOTHER, WHILE THE CHILDREN CONTINUE TO LAUGH AND THROW CAKE.JOHN: (WIPING FROSTING OFF OF BRADY'S HANDS AND LAUGHING) I think this party's turned into a food-fight.
JACK: Why am I reminded of "Animal House?"
JENNIFER: Where's your toga, Jack?
JACK IS SAVED FROM AN ANSWER AS ABIGAIL TRIES TO SMEAR HER FATHER WITH CHOCOLATE FROSTING. BRADY IS NOW RUBBING FROSTING IN HIS HAIR, AS JOHN UNSUCCESSFULLY TRIES TO CLEAN UP HIS SON.BRADY: Cake!
JOHN: (LAUGHING) Enjoy it while you're young, Brady!
OUT ON THE JOYFUL COMMOTION.
EUTERPE. IAN IS IN THE SOUND BOOTH CHECKING TAPES WHEN EVE COMES IN. IAN HAS ON HEADPHONES AND IS HUMMING ALONG. EVE CLEARS HER THROAT BUT IAN DOESN'T HEAR HER. SHE KNOCKS. FINALLY SHE REACHES OVER AND CLICKS OFF THE STEREO. IAN TAKES OFF THE HEADPHONES AND KNOCKS THEM WITH HIS HAND.EVE: They're not broken.
IAN: Oh, Eve, hi. (GRINNING) I was doing it again, wasn't I? Sorry. What's up?
EVE: I wanted to know... Why Bogie?
IAN: No reason. I saw the announcement in the paper, seemed like fun. (BEAT) You're not a fan of his, then?
EVE STARES AT IAN, REMEMBERING NICK AND HOW MUCH HE LIKED BOGIE. SHE SHAKES HERSELF OUT OF IT.EVE: No! I mean, no, Bogie's fine, just fine.
IAN: Great! This will be fun.
EVE: Yeah... (BEAT) I'd better get back to work.
IAN: (BAD IMITATION OF BOGIE) If you need me, just whistle.
EVE BEGINS TO BACK OUT THE DOOR. SHE SHRUGS AND DOES HER BEST TO IMITATE LAUREN BACALL.EVE: That's where I put my lips together and blow, right?
IAN LAUGHS AS EVE SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND HER. HE PUTS ON THE HEADPHONES AGAIN.IAN: I'll have you and Nick Corelli figured out yet, Eve Donovan.
HOLD ON IAN'S SMILE.CARRIE: Pretty good cake, huh?CUT TO: BRADY PUB / EXT. CARRIE AND MAX ARE SITTING ON THE CURB OUTSIDE THE PUB. THEY ARE FINISHING UP BRADY'S BIRTHDAY CAKE.
MAX: I guess so.
CARRIE LOOKS AT MAX WITH CONCERN.CARRIE: Hey, are things going any better with you?
MAX: (SHRUGGING) Some days are good, some aren't. I wish I were a grown-up already.
CARRIE: Be careful what you wish for, you might get it.
MAX: I don't care. I hate being a kid.
CARRIE: Believe me, I know how you feel. I was there once. But believe me also, when I say, that one day you'll wish you were a kid again.
MAX SIGHS AND TOSSES THE REST OF HIS CAKE IN A NEARBY TRASHCAN.CARRIE: Hey Max, why don't you come to the movies with me and Jonah later tonight.
MAX: I don't know. I don't want to be a tag-along on your date.
CARRIE: Oh, it's not a date. Jonah and I are just friends.
MAX: Really? I thought you were boyfriend and girlfriend.
CARRIE: Nah, I've had enough of relationships for a while. (BEAT) Come on, you'll have fun tonight.
MAX: Okay, I guess so.
CARRIE: Great. Let's go and say good-bye to everyone.
THEY STAND UP AND CARRIE PUTS HER ARM AROUND MAX AS THEY HEAD BACK INTO THE PUB. HOLD ON THE TWO.TOM: (LOOKING UP FROM HIS WRITING) Alice?CUT TO: HORTON LIVING ROOM. ALICE SITS ON THE COUCH READING THE LATEST ISSUE OF MIDSUMMER. TOM SITS IN HIS EASY CHAIR, A LEGAL PAD AND PENCIL IN HIS HANDS, WRITING.
ALICE: Yes, darling.
TOM: Do you have a moment?
ALICE: (SMILING AND PUTTING DOWN THE MAGAZINE) I always have time for you, dear.
TOM: I'd like to read my latest poem to you.
ALICE: (PLUMPING UP A PILLOW AND GETTING COMFORTABLE) All right, I'm ready.
TOM: (READING ALOUD)
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Love
The sound of love
is soundless.
The look so quick.
It hardly happens
The touch after
matters less.
But the sound of the
petal of that rose
dropping in the sea
is
deafening.
ALICE: That's beautiful, Tom.
TOM: I'm glad you like it... I wrote it for you.
ALICE: For me?
TOM: For you.
ALICE: I didn't know...
TOM: Didn't know that you were the inspiration for all my love poems?
ALICE STANDS, WALKS OVER TO TOM, LEANS DOWN AND KISSES HIM.ALICE: Tom Horton, sometimes you say the sweetest things...
THEY SWEETLY KISS. OUT ON THEIR EMBRACE.
JOHN'S LOFT / CORRIDOR. JOHN IS PUSHING BRADY IN HIS STROLLER AND CARRYING TWO LARGE BAGS OF GIFTS. HE REACHES THE DOOR TO THE LOFT AND SETS DOWN ONE OF THE BAGS.JOHN: Geez, slugger, I'm glad we brought your stroller today. Otherwise, I'd have to take up juggling!
BRADY LAUGHS.JOHN: (CONT'D) Yeah, you're lovin' it, aren't you? All these gifts... we've got some kinda family there, don't we?
BRADY: Fam-ee!
JOHN: You bet. Well, let's see if I can get you and all these gifts inside...
THE ELEVATOR CAR CLANGS AS IT STOPS AT THEIR FLOOR. JOHN PAUSES TO SEE WHO EMERGES. IT IS VICTOR, CARRYING A PACKAGE WRAPPED IN BIRTHDAY PAPER.JOHN: (CONT'D) Hey, Vic!
VICTOR: Hello, John.
VICTOR WALKS OVER AND KNEELS DOWN NEXT TO BRADY.VICTOR: (CONT'D) Hello, Brady. Happy birthday.
BRADY: Ga-pa!
VICTOR: I brought you a birthday present.
JOHN: Another present, slugger! I think I'm gonna have to get a wheelbarrow to carry all your loot!
VICTOR STANDS AND REACHES FOR THE BAG THAT JOHN SET DOWN.VICTOR: Here, I'll help you with that.
JOHN: Thanks.
JOHN OPENS THE DOOR AND ENTERS THE LOFT, PUSHING BRADY'S STROLLER AND CARRYING ONE OF THE GIFT BAGS.JOHN: Have a seat, Vic.GO TO: LOFT. JOHN TURNS ON THE LIGHTS AND SETS THE BAG NEXT TO THE COUCH. VICTOR FOLLOWS WITH THE OTHER GIFT BAG. JOHN TAKES BRADY OUT OF THE STROLLER AND SITS ON THE COUCH WITH BRADY IN HIS LAP.
VICTOR SITS DOWN ON THE COUCH.JOHN: (CONT'D) I'm sorry you decided against coming to the Pub for the party.
VICTOR: I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I... felt it would be better if I spared everyone the sight of Shawn and I going another round. (BEAT) Especially Caroline.
JOHN: Maybe you're right. (BEAT) Still, it's too bad.
VICTOR: Well, I'm here now. And I have a gift for the birthday boy.
VICTOR REACHES DOWN AND PICKS UP THE PACKAGE HE BROUGHT. HE HANDS IT TO BRADY AND JOHN.JOHN: How about that, Brady. Do you need some help opening it?
BRADY TEARS THE WRAPPING PAPER OFF OF THE PACKAGE.JOHN: (CONT'D) He's gettin' the hang of this real quick.
VICTOR: (SMILING) Yes, I see he is.
BRADY FINISHES TEARING THE WRAPPING PAPER OFF OF THE GIFT. IT IS A LARGE BOOK.JOHN: (READING THE TITLE ON THE COVER) "Great Moments in Baseball History."
VICTOR: It's a book of photographs, capturing some of baseball's greatest milestones. I thought Brady would appreciate the pictures, and you could describe the events to him.
JOHN: It's a wonderful gift, Vic. Thanks. (TO BRADY) Can you say, "Thank you, Grandpa"?
BRADY: Tank-oo, Ga-pa.
VICTOR: You're welcome, Brady.
JOHN REACHES OVER AND PICKS UP A WRAPPED PACKAGE OFF OF THE END TABLE.JOHN: We got a little something for your birthday, too.
JOHN HANDS THE GIFT TO VICTOR.JOHN: (CONT'D) Sorry it's a little late, but we wanted to give it to you in person .
VICTOR: Thank you.
VICTOR TEARS OFF THE WRAPPING TO REVEAL A FRAMED COLLECTION OF PORTRAITS. THERE IS A LARGE PORTRAIT OF BRADY IN THE CENTER, SURROUNDED BY VARIOUS SMALLER PICTURES OF JOHN, BRADY, AND ISABELLA.VICTOR: (CONT'D) (TOUCHED) It's beautiful. I'll treasure this... always.
BRADY SQUEALS AT ONE OF THE PICTURES IN HIS NEW BOOK. JOHN CHUCKLES AND VICTOR SMILES. HOLD ON VICTOR'S SMILE.MAX: (HOLDING UP A CD) I can't believe you actually own this.CUT TO: CARRIE'S APARTMENT / HALLWAY. MAX IS SITTING ON THE COUCH, LOOKING THROUGH CARRIE'S CD COLLECTION. CARRIE IS IN THE KITCHEN.
CARRIE WALKS BACK INTO THE ROOM.CARRIE: Have what? (SEEING THE CD "JOHN DENVER'S GREATEST HITS") Oh that... For $2, I couldn't help myself. (BEAT) How did anyone survive without used CDs?
MAX PUTS BACK THE CD AND CONTINUES LOOKING. THERE'S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. CARRIE ANSWERS IT. IT'S JONAH.JONAH: Hiya, Brady... ready to get some of that high-fat, artery-clogging, and absolutely yummy movie popcorn? (SEEING MAX) Oh, hi, Max.
MAX: (WITHOUT LOOKING UP) Hey, Jonah.
CARRIE: Jonah, can I talk to you for a second?
CARRIE AND JONAH STEP BACK INTO THE HALLWAY.CARRIE: (CONT'D) I hope you don't mind, but I invited Max to come with us to the movies.
CARRIE LOOKS BACK TOWARDS MAX, AND DOESN'T SEE JONAH FROWN SLIGHTLY. CARRIE TURNS BACK TO JONAH, WHO IS NO LONGER FROWNING.CARRIE: (CONT'D) He could use some time away from my grandparents.
JONAH: Yeah, I can understand needing to get away from the "parents." (BEAT) I understand it very well.
CARRIE: (TEASING) Lexie making your life miserable again?
JONAH: (QUIETLY) I'll tell you later.
JONAH LEADS CARRIE BACK INTO THE APARTMENT.JONAH: (CONT'D) So, Max, you ready to go see "The Mighty Ducks 2?"
MAX: That's for little kids. How about "Brainscan?" It's got the kid from the Terminator in it.
CARRIE: I heard about that one... let's find something a little less violent, okay? How about "With Honors?"
JONAH: (JOKINGLY) Carrie, I'm not going to go see a movie about stressed out college students... I live that life. (BEAT) "Ace Ventura" is at the bargain theater...
HOLD ON THE DISCUSSION.TOM: You know, they could gather together all the great poets of the ages, and the lot of them still couldn't find the words to do our love justice.CUT TO: HORTON LIVING ROOM. TOM IS IN HIS EASY CHAIR, WITH ALICE SITTING NEXT TO HIM ON THE CHAIR ARM. TOM TAKES ALICE'S HAND AND LOOKS LOVINGLY INTO HER EYES.
ALICE: Oh, no, they couldn't. We've been through so much together. So many years, side by side...
TOM: And with each day, I only love you more.
ALICE: And I you.
TOM: I have been truly blessed, to have you in my life for all these years.
ALICE: We've both been blessed... with each other.
TOM: And with a wonderful family. (BEAT) The Lord has given me so much, I couldn't possibly think of anything more to ask of life.
ALICE: The moment you put this ring on my finger, I had everything I could ever ask of my life.
ALICE LEANS DOWN AND KISSES TOM.TOM: If I were to ask for anything, I think I would ask that our children, and our grandchildren, and our great-grandchildren... I would ask that each one of their lives could be as wonderful a journey as mine has been.
ALICE: (NUDGING HIM PLAYFULLY) Our adventures aren't over yet, Tom.
TOM: Oh, I don't doubt that... (SMILING) I'm sure there's much more trouble for you to get us into.
ALICE: (MOCK THREATENING) You'd better smile when you say that, Tom Horton.
TOM: Still, we aren't getting around like we used to in our younger days.
ALICE: No matter. The passion is still there.
TOM: Always. (BEAT) My love for you will last forever, beyond the days of our lives.
ALICE: (PUTTING HER HAND TO TOM'S CHEEK) You're such a romantic. One of the many reasons I love you so much.
TOM TAKES HER HAND AND KISSES IT.TOM: (SHRUGGING) What can I say? You inspire me.
ALICE STANDS UP.ALICE: (CONT'D) I think it's time for me to turn in. Care to join me?
TOM: You go ahead, I'll be along shortly. I'd like to read for a little while.
ALICE: All right. (BEAT) Don't be too long.
TOM: I won't.
ALICE TURNS TO EXIT.TOM: (CONT'D) Alice?
ALICE: (TURNING BACK TO HIM) Yes?
TOM: I love you.
ALICE: I love you, too, dear.
ALICE BENDS DOWN AND THEY KISS. ALICE WALKS TO THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS AS TOM PICKS UP A BOOK AND BEGINS TO READ. ALICE PAUSES AT THE STARES, LOOKING BACK AT TOM AND SMILING LOVINGLY. SHE THEN STARTS UP THE STAIRS. TOM TURNS A PAGE IN HIS BOOK. OUT ON TOM READING.
BRADY GUEST ROOM. BO SITS ON THE SOFA LOOKING AT A SLEEPING SHAWN-DOUGLAS. SHAWN-DOUGLAS IS CLUTCHING BO'S HAND. CAROLINE PEEKS IN THE DOOR.CAROLINE: (WHISPERING) Bo? Do you want some tea? I've got the kettle on.
BO: (MOTIONING HER IN) It's okay, he's asleep.
CAROLINE COMES ALL THE WAY INTO THE ROOM AND SITS ON THE ARM OF THE SOFA.BO: (CONT'D) I think I'll wait awhile, Ma. I want to sit with Shawn-D for a bit longer.
CAROLINE LOOKS DOWN AT SHAWN-DOUGLAS AND SMILES.CAROLINE: He had fun today at Brady's party. (BEAT) He'll be back to normal in no time.
BO: Today was a start, but we have a long way to go.
CAROLINE: I'm worried about you, dear. You look worn out.
BO: I'm all right. Shawn-D needs me and I'm not going to neglect him. (BEAT) I'm not going to make that mistake again.
CAROLINE: Bo, don't say that. You're a wonderful father to Shawn-Douglas.
BO: I sure don't feel that way. But I'm working on it. (BEAT) Thanks for letting us stay a few days, Ma.
CAROLINE: No thanks necessary. This is always your home.
BO: Yeah. I guess everyone needs to run to Mom and Dad sometimes, huh?
CAROLINE PUTS HER ARM AROUND BO AND HE LEANS HIS HEAD AGAINST HER SHOULDER. HOLD ON THE TWO OF THEM WATCHING OVER SHAWN-DOUGLAS.JOHN: I guess all the excitement today tired you out.CUT TO: JOHN'S LOFT. JOHN WATCHES BRADY AS HE SLEEPS.
JOHN REACHES OVER AND LIGHTLY CARESSES BRADY'S FACE.JOHN: (CONT'D) You had a great birthday, didn't you Slugger?
JOHN LOOKS AROUND BRADY'S ROOM AND FOCUSES ON THE STACK OF PRESENTS SITTING IN THE CORNER.JOHN: (CONT'D) Where are we going to put all these gifts? Maybe it's a good thing it's just the two of us here again.
JOHN GETS UP AND WALKS OVER TO BRADY'S DRESSER. HE PICKS UP A PICTURE OF ISABELLA, SITTING ON THE DRESSER, AND LOOKS AT IT.JOHN: (CONT'D) Happy Anniversary, IzzyB.
JOHN GLANCES OVER AT BRADY, A SMALL TEAR FORMING IN HIS EYE.JOHN: (CONT'D) I hope you approve of how our son is turning out. I have a feeling you'd be as proud of him as I am.
HOLD ON JOHN, LOOKING AT ISABELLA'S PICTURE.ALICE: Tom, it's getting late. Why don't you come up to bed?CUT TO: HORTON LIVING ROOM/FOYER. ALICE COMES DOWN THE STAIRS. THE LIGHTS ARE OFF, EXCEPT FOR THE LIGHT COMING FROM UPSTAIRS AND THE LIGHT FROM THE LAMP NEXT TO TOM'S EASY CHAIR.
ALICE REACHES THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS AND GOES TOWARD THE LIVING ROOM.ALICE: (CONT'D) (SMILING) Don't tell me that you fell asleep after all that romantic talk earlier.GO TO: HORTON LIVING ROOM. ALICE ENTERS TO SEE TOM STILL IN HIS CHAIR, CHIN ON HIS CHEST, EYES CLOSED, WITH THE POETRY BOOK STILL OPEN IN HIS LAP.
ALICE GENTLY PICKS UP THE BOOK, PUTS THE BOOKMARK IN PLACE, AND SETS THE BOOK ON THE END TABLE. TOM DOESN'T MOVE.ALICE: (CONT'D) Tom? Wake up, it's time to go to bed.
TOM STILL DOES NOT RESPOND.ALICE: (CONT'D) (SHAKING TOM'S ARM) Tom, darling, wake up.
TOM LIES STILL. ALICE IS CONCERNED. SHE PUTS HER EAR NEXT TO HIS FACE, LISTENING FOR HIS BREATHING. SHE HEARS NOTHING.ALICE: (CONT'D) (HER VOICE QUIVERING) Oh, no...
ALICE HESITANTLY REACHES TOWARD HIS NECK, PUTTING TWO FINGERS ON THE SIDE OF HIS THROAT. SHE WAITS FOR SEVERAL SECONDS, TRYING TO FEEL A PULSE. HER EYES BEGIN TO WELL WITH TEARS.ALICE: (CONT'D) No, Tom... Not now... Not now. Please...
TEARS STREAMING DOWN HER FACE, ALICE RUSHES TO THE PHONE. SHE PICKS UP THE RECEIVER AND DIALS 911. PHONE CONVERSATION, ONE-WAY.ALICE: (CONT'D) (HER VOICE WAVERING) Yes, I need an ambulance at 280 Harris Avenue right away. My husband has stopped breathing, and I can't feel his pulse. (BEAT) My name? Alice Horton. My husband is Dr. Tom Horton. (BEAT) Please hurry.
ALICE HANGS UP THE PHONE AND RUSHES BACK TO TOM'S SIDE.ALICE: (CONT'D) Oh, Tom, please don't leave me now. Please...
ALICE PUTS HER ARMS AROUND TOM AND SOBS.ALICE: (CONT'D) Stay with me, my darling. Please stay with me...
PULL BACK AND UPWARD SLOWLY, MOVING TO A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF TOM AND ALICE. SHE STILL HAS HER ARMS AROUND HIM AND IS CRYING ON HIS SHOULDER. HOLD ON THE TWO. AND OUT. FADE TO BLACK.
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