One Life to Live Transcript Thursday 7/14/05

By Boo
Proofread by Brandi

[missing the 'next on' section due to news coverage of the London bombings.]

Dorian: Oh, my darling girl, the sun is shining, there's not a cloud in the sky.

Blair: Dorian, I can't today.  Really, I have so much work to do.  I've got errands to run.

Dorian: Yes, and the children are at camp, Todd is away.  It's time for you to take care of Blair.  I mean, what's more important than enjoying yourself?  Oh!  I just stuck my toe in the pool.  The water is absolutely perfect.

Blair: Ok, ok, I'll come over, but just for a while, all right?

Dorian: Don't forget your bathing suit.  Yes.  Hello.  Dr. Spencer Truman, please.  It's Dr. Dorian Lord.  Mm-hmm.  Spencer, oh, it's so good to hear your voice.  I was wondering if you could drop by La Boulaie this morning.

Spencer: Oh, this morning?  Well, I'd love to, Dorian, but I'm swamped.

Dorian: Oh.  Well, it doesn't have to be right away.  In fact, my niece Blair is going to be coming over.

Spencer: Blair?

Dorian: You remember Blair, don't you?

Spencer: Very well.  Tell you what, I'll see if I can shift some appointments.

Dorian: Wonderful!  I'll be expecting you.

David: What's wonderful and who are we expecting?

[Alarm buzzes]

Marcie: What?  Oh, God.  Oh -- ow.  Oh.

Marcie: Oh, God, everything hurts.

[Answering machine beeps]

John's voice: Marcie, it's John.  If you're there, pick up.  I need to talk to you.  It's important.

[Answering machine beeps]

John's voice: It's John again, Marcie.  If you're there, pick up.  It's very important.

Marcie: "Marcie, hope you're feeling better.  Call John Mc Bain.  And don't worry about the shoes.  Hugh."  Ugh.  Oh.  What shoes?  Who's Hugh?

Hugh: John Mc Bain?

John: You looking for me?

Hugh: Yeah.  I got a postponement in the Warner trial, so you won't have to testify.

John: Oh, good deal.

Hugh: I figured you had enough on your plate with the killing club case.

John: I appreciate it, Hugh.

Hugh: Anytime.  Counselor.

Evangeline: Ok, that's a solid seven on the embarrassment scale.  Why didn't you wake me up?

John: You looked so peaceful.  I was working here all night, so -- how you doing?

Evangeline: Other than feeling like a pretzel, fine.  Thank you.  I slept well.  I guess I felt safe here.  I just tracked down Layla.  She and Antonio are on their way to Capricorn, so she'll be ok there.

John: Oh.

Evangeline: I guess I better get home.  Excuse me.

John: I don't want you to going back there.

Evangeline: I wouldn't feel more protected in a hotel, John.

John: Then stay with me.

Hayes: As vice president of the killing club, I hereby call this meeting to order.  On the agenda today, unfinished business. Item one -- Natalie Vega.

David: So that was Blair on the phone?

Dorian: And I need to talk to Spencer about hospital business.

David: Spencer's coming over here, too?

Dorian: Yes, my dear.  I need his help because I want to get my job back at the hospital.

David: Oh, I see.  And Blair running around in a little bikini is going to demonstrate your qualifications to Spencer?

Dorian: Ok, the truth of the matter is I'm sick and tired of your evasiveness.  Yes, yes, your negative comments about him without any substantiation whatsoever.  And judging from that thunderbolt that hit Spencer when he saw Blair at the country club the other night, if anybody is going to get him to open up, honey, it's going to be Blair.

David: What about Kelly?

Kelly: What about me?

Kevin: Duke.  Hey.

Duke: Hey.

Kevin: Is Kelly in?

Duke: No, not yet.  After our run this morning, she said she'd be in a little later today.

Kevin: Hmm.  You look like you've been here a while.

Adriana: So you can take the rest of the day off, right?

Duke: Hey, Adriana.

Adriana: Hey.  Am I too early?  Your son is taking me riding today.

Duke: Oh, man, I'm sorry.  You must have left before you got my message.

Adriana: You can't go?

Duke: I have this conference call today with our European partners on the Berlin bank deal.

Kevin: You know what?  Go.  I'll take care of it.

Duke: It's not that simple, dad.  I've been working with these people personally for a while now, and they're expecting to deal with me.

Adriana: It's ok.  I understand.

Duke: You know, hey, it's only going to take a couple of hours.  Why don't -- after that, I tell you what -- I'm all yours.

Adriana: Promise?

Duke: Promise.

Adriana: All right.  I'll see you later, then.

Duke: I'm really sorry.

Adriana: No, don't be.  I'll find something else to do.  I'll see you.

Duke: All right.

Rex: Natalie Vega, or she could have been admitted under a different name.  She's in her 20s, red hair, very -- very pretty.  Look, she's my sister and I'm try-- ok.  Yeah, I understand.  Thanks.

Michael: No word on Natalie yet?

Rex: I've been calling hospitals all over the state, seeing if maybe -- there's no luck so far.  So isn't there some doctor thing you should be doing?

Michael: Actually, you're lucky one of those doctor things isn't treating Marcie for alcohol poisoning. How could you let her get so drunk?  That's not cool.

Rex: Me?  What am I, her mother?

Michael: No, you're a nightclub owner, Rex.  You should know better.

Rex: Ok, as far as I know, she only had a couple of drinks.  So I'm guessing she can't hold her liquor.  Besides, she had her own good Samaritan looking after her.

Hugh: Morning, Marcie.

Marcie: I'm sorry, do I know you?

Hugh: "Ha-yoo"?  "You-hoo?"

Marcie: Huh?

Hugh: I'm Hugh.  It's Hugh, from last night.

Marcie: Oh.  Hugh, from the note.  The guy who left me the note.

Hugh: Mm-hmm.

Marcie: "Call John."

Hugh: Yeah, and you obviously did.

Marcie: Yeah.  And there was something else about shoes.

Hugh: Yeah, I had to say adios to those shoes, but don't worry about it.  I'm just glad to see you're ok.  Hey, maybe we'll run into each other again sometime.

Evangeline: My sister is staying with me.

John: For the time being, maybe Layla should go home.  The killer has been to your office.  He's been to your apartment.

Evangeline: I can't stay with you, John.

John: It is the best way to protect you.

Evangeline: I can't.  And you can't stop bad things from happening to the people you care about.  I know that's what's driving you crazy.  Look, I'm taking every precaution.  I'm being very, very careful, ok?  And thanks for the offer.  I know it wasn't easy to make.

Marcie: Am I interrupting?

Evangeline: No.  I was just leaving.

John: I'm going to check in with you later.  Ok?

Evangeline: Ok.

Marcie: Bye.

John: So, I met with your old high school buddy Scott Randall, or, should I say, Father Scott Randall.

Marcie: About the character in my book?

John: Ahem.  He has alibis for all three murders.

Marcie: So do we scratch him off the list?

John: Well, I'm not eliminating him completely, but the chance of him committing these murders are pretty slim.

Marcie: Father Scott.

John: Yeah, and with that, it pretty much eliminates all the members of your original killing club.

Marcie: In my yearbook?

John: Mm-hmm.  Now, you kept track of a journal for the losers list, right?  Something like that.

Marcie: Yeah.

John: These were people, they were too violent or they were people that were blurring the line between reality and fantasy.

Marcie: Yeah.

John: Marcie, I want you to go through that, and I want you take a really good look and show us the face of our killer.

Marcie: Ok.

John: Run a background check on the two people marked in red.  It's a priority.

Ofc.  Hicks: Right away.

John: Thanks, Hicks.

Marcie: You know, John, I don't know about those kids.  I mean, they were weird, but the first one tried to get into the club on a dare, and the second one was new at school.  You know, the minute he felt accepted by the popular kids, he forgot all about the killing club.

John: Ok.  Marcie, can you think of anyone else that fits the profile I mean, this is somebody that maybe, I don't know, abused animals, started fires, things like that.

Marcie: Well, you know, there was this one kid.  It was a boy.  He transferred out, though.

John: Was he in the yearbook?

Marcie: No, but we took biology together.  You're going to think I'm crazy, but it was really weird the way he dissected frogs.

John: The way he dissected frogs?

Marcie: Yeah, I know.

John: Well, it's something.  All right, what was his name?

Marcie: You know, I can't remember.  They moved away before the end of the semester.  His parents moved away, and -- but he was in the audio-visual club.  He could be in the A.V. picture from the year before.

John: The year before?

Marcie: I don't know.

John: It's Mc Bain.  Yeah, you know the yearbook you got for me?  Yeah.  Look, do me a favor.  See if you can get the one from the year before.  Yeah, I know, just do it.  Thank you.  All right, so tell me what you can about this guy.

Marcie: You know, John, I'm not really doing too well right now.  My tongue's all fuzzy, my head is killing me.

John: All right, all right.  This sometimes helps me.  That's seriously leaded.

Marcie: Thanks.

John: Yeah, I was a little worried about you last night.  You know, you didn't return any of my calls and -- well, then I talked to Michael and he said he'd seen you.

Marcie: He did?

John: Yeah, he told me you had gone home, but -- what were his exact words?  That you were schnockered out of your mind.

Michael: A good Samaritan?  Come on, Rex, this guy doesn't even know her, so instead of calling one of her friends --

Rex: Dude, dude, he was just being nice.

Michael: Yeah, I'm sure he wanted to be real -- hey.  Excuse me.  I'm really sorry. I just -- I should really apologize for the way I came on the other night.  It was a little strong, and I should also thank you for taking care of Marcie.

Hugh: Hey, no problem.  Marcie was just having a rough night.

Michael: Yeah, well, you know, sometimes --

Hugh: Excuse me.

[Pager beeps]

Michael: Damn it.

Hugh: Hey, Nora.

Nora: Hi.  Sit down.

Rex: Morning, princess.

Adriana: I thought I told you not to --

Rex: Not call you that, right.  How about we ratchet it down a click to duchess, as in Duke and duchess?

Adriana: Uh, even worse.

Rex: Where's the boyfriend today?

Adriana: It seems I have a little competition for Duke's attention these days.

Rex: Then he's an idiot.  Who's the other girl?

Adriana: Just a hot number.

Duke: 14 million.  That's 15% over our goal.  And they bought it.

Kevin: Oh, that's great work, Duke.  Asa will be thrilled.

Duke: Glad to hear it.

Kevin: Yeah, did Kelly happen to mention why she was going to be late?

Duke: She said she didn't have anything here until after lunch, so she figured she'd take the morning off.

Kevin: Right.

Duke: Are you worried about Kelly and that Spencer guy?

Kevin: How about we just stick to business, ok?

Dorian: Kelly, what a pleasant surprise.  Oh, I love this.

Kelly: Thank you.  I was out taking a jog, and I figured, well, I'll come by and jump in the pool before I go to the office.  What did I walk in on?

Dorian: David and I were just discussing the menu for our wedding dinner, and I got so confused I thought to myself, who can I get to help me pick the caterer?  And that's when David said --

David: Does this suit make me look fat?

Dorian: That's when David said, "what about Kelly?"

Kelly: Oh, of course I'll help you.

Dorian: Good.

Spencer: Hello, everyone.

Dorian: Hello, Spencer.

Kelly: Hi.  I didn't know you were going to be here.  What a surprise.

Spencer: Nice to see you, too.

Dorian: Yes.  Spencer and I have hospital business that we're going to discuss.

Kelly: Oh.  Well, if you'll excuse me, I was just going to jump in.  Are you going to stick around for a while?

Spencer: I expect I will.  Enjoy your swim.

[Splash]

Dorian: David and I were just having a sober and comprehensive discussion about my returning to the hospital in my former position.  You see, your support --

Blair: Dorian.  Hey, Kelly.  You didn't tell me you were having a pool party.  Hello, Dr. Spencer.

Spencer: Blair.

Blair: And David.

David: Blair.

Dorian: Yes.  Oh, it is such a hot, hot day, isn't it?  Darling, why don't you make yourself more comfortable, hmm?

Blair: Ok.

Dorian: Yes.  We have all the pool towels you need.

Blair: Great.

Dorian: Chaises, chairs --

Blair: Oh, you know what?  I forgot my --

David: Sunscreen?

Blair: Yeah -- how did you know?  Yeah, it's in the car, so I'll just run out and --

Dorian: I have three different kinds in the pool house, sweetheart.  Come with me.

Blair: Ok.

Dorian: Spf-15, 30, 45 --

Blair: Whatever.  I'll take anything.

Dorian: You name it, I've got it.

David: So you've got a bikini by the pool, and now you've got a bikini in the pool house.  Where are you going to go for first?  What are you doing here?  What's in this for you?

Spencer: I'm very fond of Kelly, David.  And Blair -- she is a very beautiful woman.

David: Stop playing these stupid games, Spencer.  And I swear, if you hurt either one of them --

Spencer: What, David?  What were you going to do?  Hmm?  You keep forgetting that I am holding all the cards here, so I seriously suggest you stop threatening me.

Kelly: Hey, come on in.  The water's fine.

Dorian: Spencer, if you'd like to have a swim, we have several guest bathing suits in the cabana.

Spencer: Oh, it is a nice day.  You know, I've cleared all my appointments this morning.  Why not?

Dorian: Good.

David: Don't.  Dorian, don't.  Wait right there.  You are not going to encourage this.

Dorian: Encourage what?

David: Spencer and Blair.  I do not know what his intentions are, but believe me he's got them.

Dorian: And I'm delighted.  Because, frankly, if your brother can woo Blair away from Todd, well, I'll nominate him for sainthood.

David: Sainthood?  He's a callous egomaniac.  He plays games with people's lives and their feelings, and doesn't the fact that he's -- that's he's dating Kelly, but he's got the hots for Blair -- doesn't that tell you everything?

Dorian: It proves that he has discriminating taste, because he finds both my nieces irresistible.

Spencer: I wouldn't get too much sun.  It's not good for you.

Blair: Well, that is why I am using the sunscreen, doctor.

Spencer: Let me help you.

Blair: Ok.

Spencer: So how have those headaches been treating you?  Any more recurrences?

Blair: Not really, but I always seem to have tightness in the temples.

Spencer: Right here, you mean?

Blair: Yeah.  You know, I'm -- I'm fine.  Thanks.

Spencer: You're welcome.

Blair: Sunscreen?

Spencer: Yeah.  Thank you.  Listen, if you have any more problems -- I mean, with your headaches, then don't be afraid to come see me, all right?

Blair: Ok.

Adriana: Being successful, impressing his dad -- it's been Duke's dream since he was a little kid.

Rex: Don't you have dreams?

Adriana: Sure.

Rex: But you still have time for him, right?  So what are your dreams?

Adriana: Well, I'd like to travel.  I'd like to speak seven languages and design clothes.

Rex: You know, you've got a lot of talent.

Adriana: You can't tell from that.  It's just a bunch of scribbling.

Rex: Scribbling, huh?  Like the stuff that I did that turned into the Love Center?

Adriana: Something else we have in common.

Evangeline: Hey.

Nora: Hey.

Evangeline: Am I interrupting?

Nora: No, that's ok.  I don't believe you two have met.  This is Hugh Hughes, our Assistant District Attorney.  This is Evangeline Williamson.

Hugh: Yes, we have met before.  Nice to see you up and about, counselor.

Evangeline: Uh, yeah.  Good to see you, too.

Hugh: Well, I'll let you fraternize with the enemy while I go handle that deposition.

Nora: Thank you, Hugh.

Evangeline: Ok.

Nora: You ok?

Evangeline: I got a stiff neck.  I slept in John's office last night.  Don't start.  And don't say a word when I tell you that John asked me to move in with him till the killing club case is solved.

John: A.V. club.  There's only one picture, and the image is pretty small, but tell me if you can see the guy you're talking about.

Marcie: Yeah.  Yeah, that's him, third from the left.

John: Third from the left.

Marcie: Mm-hmm.

John: Ivan Potter?

Marcie: Yeah, that's it.  Ivan.  He mostly kept to himself, but he was really weird.  There was something creepy about him, definitely.

John: All right, well, never trust a guy named Ivan.  That's what I always say.  It's the first rule of police work, Marcie.  Hicks, do me a favor.  I need a photo enhancement.  See if you can get me a close up of this guy right here, the third guy on the left.

Ofc.  Hicks: You got him.

John: Thanks.  Mind if I use this?

Ofc.  Hicks: No, go ahead.

John: All right.  Ivan Potter, let's see what you've been doing since high school.

Hayes: Natalie Vega's fate has been decided.  She will be the means to our final triumph, and then she will die.  Meeting adjourned.  Keep a close eye on her.  She's still got a lot of fight left in her.  I'll take care of that other unfinished business.  A speed bump.

David: I promise to stay in the shallow end.

Dorian: Hmm.  Spencer, you're not leaving so soon?

Spencer: I really should get back to the hospital.  Listen, as far as your situation at the hospital is concerned, I'll do everything I can to help, all right?

Dorian: Thank you.

Spencer: You're welcome.  Blair, it was really nice seeing you again.

Blair: You, too.

Spencer: Kelly, we're still on for dinner tonight?

Kelly: Yeah, sure thing.

Kevin: I want Kelly back in my life, ok?  I need Kelly back in my life, so, please, as a friend, just help me.

Spencer: Good.  See you then.

Kelly: Ok.

Dorian: I'll walk you out.

Spencer: All right.

Blair: So, you have a date with Dr. Truman?

Kelly: Yep.

Blair: Hmm.  You know, don't you think that --

Kelly: What?

Blair: Well, that things might be moving a little bit too fast with you two?  I mean, you don't know that much about him, Kelly.

Kelly: Well, I know that he's a medical genius.  I know that he saved your son's life --

Blair: Mm-hmm.

Kelly: And I know that he's gorgeous.

Blair: Yeah, and I know that, too.  But I also know that you need to be careful.

Kelly: Wait a minute.  You told me to go for it with Spencer.  You told me to "be careful" of Kevin.

Blair: Well, that's because it's become very obvious that you are crazy about him.

Dorian: Heaven forbid.  There you go, darling.  Would you pass that to Blair?

Blair: Thank you.

Dorian: Here's one for you.

Blair: Thank you.

Kelly: I think I know what's going on here.  Dorian has shared her theory that Spencer is interested in you, and now you're trying to turn me off of him.

Blair: What?

Kelly: Yeah.  It's this weird, competitive thing that you get with me sometimes.

Blair: Oh, God.  What in the world are you talking about?

Kelly: You can't stand it when I have something that you don't.  I mean, come on, Blair.  Don't you think that Todd and the kids are enough?  Are you satisfied?

Blair: I am satisfied.

Kelly: Well, then back off Spencer.  I'm going home.  I need to shower and change.  I'll call you later.

Dorian: Yes, sweetheart.  Uh, Kelly?

[Phone rings]

Kevin: Hello?

Blair: Hello to you.  I think you better get things going with Kelly.

Kevin: What?  What are you talking about?

Blair: She has a date with Spencer Truman tonight, so I suggest that you find her and get to her before he does, and I don't mean at the office.

Kevin: I can't.  I'm at work.

Blair: Look, you asked me to help you get the two of you back together.  I'm doing it.  Now I got to go.

Kevin: I feel like I'm in high school.

Duke: What?

Kevin: Oh, forget it, nothing.  I have something I have to take care of.  You going to be ok here on your own?

Duke: Sure, yeah.  Go do what you need to do.

Kevin: Ok.  Now, listen, you don't have to finish all those reports today, ok?  You got the job.  You don't have to prove yourself to me.

Duke: Yeah, I do.

Adriana: Here I am going on and on about my problems when you're going through such a terrible time.

Rex: That's why it's good for me to hear about somebody else's life.  Keeps me from thinking about Natalie and everything else.

Adriana: Oh, forgot my watch.  Do you have the time?  Oh, my God, I didn't realize I was here so long.

Rex: Well, that's because I'm such scintillating company.

Adriana: And so modest, too.  I think I've given duke more than enough time to crunch those numbers, so I'll see you later.

Rex: Well, listen, if you ever want to go on and on again about your little problems, call me.  And don't give up on your dream.

Adriana: Never.

Nora: So, were you tempted by John's offer?

Evangeline: Oh, please.

Nora: Huh.

Evangeline: Best-case scenario -- John finds the killer and rescues Natalie, and then what?  I would have allowed myself to become vulnerable to him again.  You can figure out what happens after that.

Nora: I think you did the right thing.

Evangeline: Are you ok, Nora?

Nora: Yeah.  I'm just -- whew -- a little dizzy.

Evangeline: This isn't the first time that's happened.  When are you going to call a doctor?

Nora: Oh, no --

Evangeline: No, no, no.  You know what?  We're going right now.

Nora: No, no, no --

Evangeline: Come on.  I don't have to be back at the office for a while.  Come on, let's go.

Nora: I have to go to the hospital today anyway to go check -- get some medical records for Matthew's camp thing.  I'll go stop by and see a doctor then.

Evangeline: Promise?

Nora: If you promise me that the next time you are afraid about being alone, you'll call me, ok?  Don't go looking for help where you'll only find trouble.

Evangeline: Gotcha.

Nora: Ok.

Marcie: Oh.

John: Yeah.  Do you remember why Potter might've moved away, Marcie?

Marcie: You know, I think I remember hearing something about him getting into trouble with the law.

John: Ok.  Well, he didn't have any priors.  If they were juvenile offenses, they may have been sealed.  Hey --

Marcie: Yeah?

John: Why don't you get out of here.  Go get something to eat.  Maybe that'll help.

Marcie: I think I will.

John: I'll call you if I come up with anything.

Marcie: Ok.

John: Marcie?

Marcie: Yeah, John?

John: Thanks for the help.  And, you know, I don't know what it is, but I have this feeling -- maybe this time we're really onto something.

Marcie: I hope so.  I really do.

John: Ivan Potter.

Adriana: Howdy, partner.

Duke: Hey, you look great!

Adriana: And I've got a backpack stuffed with food to last us long into the night.  So, are you ready to saddle up?

Duke: Uh -- is it ok if our ride waits just a little bit longer?  Listen, I'm sorry.  The system was down all morning, and I got to finish this report before the foreign markets close today.  Hey, listen, I'm sorry.  I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Adriana: Do you really think you're going to be able to get away?

[Phone rings]

Adriana: Go, answer it.

Duke: Listen, it'll only be a minute, ok?

Adriana: Yeah.

Duke: Duke Buchanan.  Hey, Josh.  Yeah, I've been trying to reach you all morning.  No, no, no, no, I totally, completely agree.  You know what?  Why don't we set up a time to meet next week?  Yeah, yeah, no, Monday's great.  Monday at 9:00.  Sounds good.  No, no, you know what?  Why don't we just meet in my office?  Is that good with you?  Great.  All righty.  I'll see you then.  Thanks.  Bye-bye.

Hugh: Have you tried tomato juice and white bread?

Marcie: A hangover remedy, I assume?

Hugh: The only one that's ever worked for me.

Marcie: Well, I figured out that I drank way too much for my own good last night.  But I still haven't figured out how your  shoes fit into the equation.

Hugh: Well, nutshell version -- you got smashed, I escorted you home.

Marcie: And that's it, right?

Hugh: All she wrote.

Marcie: You know, the only thing I really pretty much remember about the evening is being with my agent, and then being with these other mystery writers, and they were really condescending and really rude to me.  And then this really cute guy -- oh, you.  You were the guy who came to my defense.

Hugh: Yeah, I -- I deflated a couple of outsized egos.  It was very satisfying.

Marcie: I still really don't get the shoes.  I mean -- oh, I -- I threw up on your shoes.  I was really nauseous and dizzy, and I'm so sorry.  I --

Hugh: No, no, no, it's ok.  Forget about it.

Marcie: No.

Hugh: It's no big deal.  Forget it.

Marcie: No, no, I can't forget about it.  I will not and cannot forget about it.

Hugh: Marcie -- Marcie, really, it's --

Marcie: No.

Nora: Oh, Kelly?

Kelly: Hmm?

Nora: You know what?  The doctor didn't seem to be in his office.  But I was wondering, can I see him?

Kelly: He's in with someone right now, but I will let him know.

Nora: Ok, thank you.

Kelly: You're welcome.

[Phone rings]

Nora: Hanen.

John: Nora, hey.  I got something of a lead here in the killing club case, but I need some help freeing up some records.

Nora: I'll be right there.

Kelly: Dr. Moyer has some time in a half-hour.

Nora: Oh, you know what, Kelly?  I'm going to have to reschedule.  But thank you.

Michael: Uh, do you have a minute?

Spencer: Not really.

Michael: Well, in that case, I'll make this really quick.  The other day I asked if, you know, I could assist you some time in your work, you know, during a procedure --

Spencer: Did you?

Michael: Yeah.  Yeah, you kind of said, "whatever."  But I was thinking now that Dr. Conroy's been reassigned --

Spencer: I'll have to get back to you on that, doctor.

Michael: Oh.  Mc Bain.  Dr. Mc Bain.

Spencer: You know, come to think of it, I am going to have to find a replacement for Dr. Conroy.  Why don't you come into my office?  We'll talk.

Michael: Yeah, great.  That'd be great.

Michael: I haven't decided what I want to specialize in yet, but I have done a little forensics for my brother.  I definitely enjoyed it.

Spencer: Your brother?

Michael: Yeah, he's a cop.  Lieutenant John Mc Bain, with the Llanview P.D.

Spencer: I see.  Well, Dr. Mc Bain, this might work out very well for the both of us.  You can be expecting a call from me soon.

Michael: Oh, thank you, thank you so much.  Listen, I -- I can't tell you what an honor it is to get an opportunity to work with you.  And I promise, you won't be disappointed.

Spencer: I'm sure I won't be.

Blair: Why in the world would you do something like that -- upset Kelly for no reason, huh?

Dorian: There was a very good reason.  Spencer is seriously attracted to you.

Blair: Oh --

Dorian: Do you think it's right to keep that a secret from Kelly?

Blair: Dorian -- oh, for the last time, Todd and I are very happy with each other.  We love each other very much, and I don't care whether Dr. Spencer Truman is attracted to me or not.  I just wish Kelly weren't, that's all.

David: I'll drink to that.

Blair: Yeah.

Dorian: Wait a minute.  Are you saying that Kevin is a better match for her?

Blair: Actually, I think so.

David: I agree with Blair.

Dorian: This is unbelievable!

Blair: What?

Dorian: I mean, wouldn't you know that the one thing you two can agree on is absolutely insane.  How can you say that Kevin is a good match for Kelly after everything that he did to her?

Blair: Oh --

Dorian: And you both hate Kevin.  So why are you suddenly his champion?

Blair: Call it basic instinct.  Maybe Kelly and Kevin are soul mates, just like Todd and me and you and David.

John: So, what about those documents?

Nora: Anything and everything you want to know about Ivan Potter -- they're yours.

John: Yeah?  Well, I thought that might have taken a few weeks.

Nora: Well, a three-minute call to the judge.  Apparently, the D.A. in Ridgeview, New Jersey -- he's going to get the records together for you and send them out.

John: Good.

Nora: Ok.

John: I'm interested in the juvenile records.  Maybe they have some prints.

Nora: Well, good luck.  I'm off.  Anything else you need, let me know.

John: Thanks again, Nora.

Nora: Mm-hmm.

John: What have you got, hicks?

Ofc.  Hicks: Last known address for Ivan Potter.

John: "Garvey Clinic, Baltimore"?  Checked in the year after he graduated high school. Good work.

Ofc.  Hicks: There's no record of him after that.

John: Ok.  No record after that -- let me see here.  We got -- the place -- the "Garvey Clinic."  "The Garvey -- The Garvey Clinic in Baltimore is a center for plastic and reconstructive surgery."

Marcie: Mr. Hughes?  Hi.

Hugh: You're back.

Marcie: Yeah, well, I -- I got you something.  I hope they fit.  If not, you can exchange them, or if you don't like them, you can always bring them back.

Hugh: Marcie, you shouldn't have.

Marcie: Yes, I should have, and I did.

Hugh: Well, now I feel like I have to do something for you.  Maybe dinner sometime?

Marcie: Oh.  Yeah, but, you know, then I'm going to want to pay you back, and then you're going to want to pay me back, and then I'm going to want pay you back, and --

Hugh: All right, all right, ok.  Well, thanks for the shoes, then, and I'll see you around.

Marcie: Sure.

Hayes and Marcie: Oh --

Hayes: Marcie.

Marcie: Hayes.

Hayes: Look, hey, hey, I'm really glad I ran into you.  I hope there aren't any hard feelings from what happened the other night with the writers.

Marcie: Actually, I really don't remember much from the evening, except that your other clients weren't very nice to me.  I mean, all I really wanted to know was get an idea from them about the killing club, but I guess none of that matters now.

Hayes: Oh?  Why not?

Marcie: Oh, you know, I -- I really shouldn't even be talking.  John didn't really come right out and say it, but he knows who the murderer is.

Hayes: Oh?  Really?

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