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Date: 18 Sep 1998 01:57:51 -0400
From: pitman@anotherwayout.com (Kent M Pitman)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps.cbs
Subject: Y&R: AWO#110: "T'd V"
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INSIDE... * The guy chasing Callie continues to be an absentee.
* Leanna continues to tee off the great V, causing him to up the ante!
* Nina and Kyle touch on weighty matters amidst their witty repartee.
* One of Katherine's invitees is left with curiosity about the party.
* Ryan's T demonstrates her full mental capacity.
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ANOTHER WAY OUT, Episode 110, 18-Sep-98 by Kent Pitman (kmp@harlequin.com)
"T'd V"
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Victor is in his office when Connie enters. "I think you have to see this,"
she says, going to the TV and turning it on. The theme to the Leanna Love
show is playing. "What's this?" Victor asks rhetorically. But Connie has
left the room to avoid the firestorm she knows will follow. Victor is
immediately on the phone. "John?" Victor asks. "Yes, Victor?" "What's going
on with the Leanna Love show? I thought I fired her." he asks. "As far as I
know, you did, too," John says. "Well, she's on the air right now. I want
you to call the station and get the plug pulled on her. I don't care if she's
mid-sentence." "Right away, Victor," John says. Both hang up. We stay
focused on Victor who's watching the show.
Callie is with her bartender, Rob. He watches her quietly as she sits there
pensively, frowning every now and then. Finally he says, "I'm worried about
you, Callie." She forces a smile. "I'm fine, Rob. I just need to keep a low
profile." He looks unconvinced and a little sad. "With a voice like yours?
I should be featuring you. You could really go places," he urges. She shakes
her head. "I don't know," she says. "I just don't know."
"And so," Leanna says to her audience, "Victor summoned me to his office after
my show with Diane Newman, and he fired me! Can you believe that?" The
audience is making angry noises as the phone rings in Victor's office as he
watches. He mutes the TV and answers. "Victor, it's John Silva." "John, the
woman is still on my screen." "I can't do anything about it," John says.
"What do you mean you can't? I bought that damned station. Fire the whole
lot of them if you have to, but I want that show shut down." "I'm sorry,
Victor, but she's not there." "What do you mean? Of course, she's there. I
can see her." "But you're not tuned to the station you bought. When you
fired her, she went to another station and they snapped her right up. Oh, and
it gets worse." "Worse? How could it get worse?" "Well, first of all, that
was the only profitable show you had. So now you're losing money." "Hire
another profitable show then," Victor says. "It's not that easy Victor. Oh,
and it gets worse." "Worse? How could it get worse?" "Well, Leanna's
contract was pretty well-written. It says that if you fire her when her
ratings are above a certain level, you agree to pay her one year's salary for
each rating point about a certain level as insurance against the possibility
she wouldn't ever be hired again." "What's the matter with that? That damned
show can't be that popular," Victor said. "Actually, Victor, you couldn't
have picked a worse time to fire her. Her ratings went through the roof after
Diane was on. Probably they would have gone back down in a week if you'd just
let it go. But because you didn't wait, you're out quite a lot of money."
"Well, I don't care. I want you to buy the station she's on," Victor says.
"Victor, the same thing's just going to happen again." "I don't care, just do
it. And keep doing it. I want that woman out." "Victor, I can't, I--" "John,
if I hear that word ``can't'' one more time, you'll be out on the street with
her." "Victor, my firm isn't--uh,--never mind. I'll see what I can do."
"Hello," Nina says uncertainly. "I'm Nina McNeil. Your computer match." The
guy, Kyle, stands up to reveal he is extremely tall and thin. There is an
awkward pause as they shake hands. Then they sit and stare at each other
awkwardly until Nina says to him, "So... the computer rated you very HIGHLY."
He blushes. "You didn't come up SHORT yourself," he admits. "So, tell me
about yourself," Nina suggests. "Who you are, what you've been UP to?"
"Getting right DOWN to business, eh?" he asks. "I'm a writer, actually. How
about the LOWDOWN on you?" "Oh," she says. "I'm a writer, too. What kind of
things do you write? TALL tales?" "No, I like to think I'm ABOVE lying to my
readers. I write HIGHbrow non-fiction, mostly." "Really? I'm a fiction
writer myself. I worked UNDER Cole Howard. Didn't they give you the SKINNY
on me at the dating service?" He shakes his head. "FAT chance. They told me
business was HEAVY and they didn't have time." "Guess I was a MASSIVE
surprise then?" "Well, I tend to give them TALL orders so I guess I shouldn't
be surprised when they come up a LITTLE SHORT." "I'm not going to be the
LIGHT of your life, then, am I?" Nina asks. "That's kind of a HEAVY
question," he notes. "Sorry, just trying to NARROW in on the truth." "That's
fine," he says. "I just usually prefer speaking BROADly to avoid having things
turn UGLY." "PRETTY SENSIBLE," she agrees. "Still," she adds, "the LONG and
SHORT of it is that I think the computer must have been DOWN the day it
matched us UP." "So you're giving UP on me, too?" he asks. "Yeah," she nods,
"I just don't think we communicate."
Callie is with her bartender, Rob. Once again, he watches her quietly as she
sits there pensively, frowning every now and then. Finally he says, "I'm
worried about you, Callie." She forces a smile. "I'm fine, Rob. I just need
to keep a low profile." He looks unconvinced and a little sad. "With a voice
like yours? I should be featuring you. You could really go places," he
urges. She shakes her head. "I don't know," she says. "I just don't know."
As he's about to leave, Trisha walks up to say `hi' to Nina and Kyle. Kyle
stands to shake hands with her. "You're tall!" she says. "You certainly have
a firm grasp of the obvious," he says. Nina just giggles.
Cole is pacing back and forth in the tack room as Ashley watches. "Cole," she
says, "you have that look--like you have an idea." Cole stops with a
childlike happy smile on his face. "Listen to this, Ash," he says. "I have a
great new book idea." "What happened to the last one?" Ash asks. "Other
one?" he asks. "You know, about the murder?" He looks at her blankly for a
moment and then finally gets a vague look of recognition. "Oh, you're right.
I remember that." "You haven't been working on it?" "Didn't occur to me,"
Cole says. "It was as if that whole chapter closed on me and I didn't look
back. Maybe the book was just something God had me doing to help me be on the
track of the killer and then when I found the killer, I didn't need to do the
book any more." Ash nods. "That makes sense," she says. He smiles, happy
that she agrees. Then he says, "So, you wanna hear about my new idea? I'm
tellin' ya, Ashley. This is incredible. Just incredible." "I don't know,"
Ashley says. "Is it about a woman?" "Well, yeah," Cole says. "Two women,
actually." Ashley scrunches her nose up as if worried. "Do these women like
each other?" she asks nervously. "Nope. In fact they hate each other." "Oh,
Cole, I don't want another book about me. I'm not ready for that." "Oh, it's
not about you," Cole says. This upsets her, too, of course. He continues:
"It's about what we just witnessed between Katherine and Jill. I mean, think
about it. Here's this pillar of the community and here's this other slightly
older pillar of the community. But here's the thing, Ash: What would cause
the younger pillar to suddenly go ballistic and serve the other pillar with
papers about a lawsuit on a matter everyone thought was long since settled. I
mean, the mind boggles. I'm just sure there's a book in it, Ash. It's almost
too incredible for words."
Ryan comes home to find Trisha. "I saw Nina tonight," she says. "Did you?"
he asks. "Yeah, she was with a guy." "Did you talk to them?" "Only to him.
Nina didn't seem very talkative." "What did he have to say?" "He seemed like
a really nice guy," she says. "He liked me, too," she says proudly. "Oh
yeah?" Ryan asks. Trisha nods. "He said it was obvious I had a firm grasp
on the world," she says.
Callie is with her bartender, Rob. In case you can't guess, he watches her
quietly as she sits there pensively, frowning every now and then. Finally he
says, "I'm worried about you, Callie." She forces a smile. "I'm fine, Rob.
I just need to keep a low profile." He looks unconvinced and a little sad.
"With a voice like yours? I should be featuring you. You could really go
places," he urges. She shakes her head. "I don't know," she says. "I just
don't know."
It's the following day and Victor is sitting smugly at his desk, scanning the
stations. Suddenly, he sees the Leanna Love show. A moment later, he's on
the phone to John Silva. "John,..." Victor says. "I know what you're going to
say, Victor. But there was nothing I could do." "I'm out of money?" "Not
yet, Victor, but it doesn't matter." "What do you mean ``doesn't matter''?
Money is the only thing that matters," Victor says. "Victor, there are laws
that forbid you from buying all the stations." "Laws? Made by whom?" "People
in Washington, I imagine." "Well, can't they be bought, too?" "Well, they
could. But there's usually a line. And lately I don't think they're doing
anything at all." "Nothing at all? What are they doing?" "Victor, don't you
ever watch television?" "Of course, I do, John. That's how I ran into this
whole ugly business with Leanna Love." "Well, I'm amazed it hasn't been
interrupted by all the coverage of presidential scandals." "Scandals?" "Yes,
Victor. Scandals. The president had sex in his office." Victor pauses and
looks puzzled. "And that's unusual?" he asks. "Yes, Victor. In Washington,
unlike Genoa City, that kind of thing is not done." "Let me get this
straight," he says. "If there were more scandal, there would be more
interruptions?" John pauses a moment. "I think the President is really full
up on scandals, Victor. I'm not sure you could really embarrass him further."
"Well, what about other people in Washington? There's more than just him,
aren't there?" "Congressional Representatives and Senators?" "Yes, those.
Can they be embarrassed?" "Easily," John says. "Ahright then," Victor says.
"I want you to do it. Buy whoever you need, but just do it."
Victoria has been babysitting Lily. Neil enters and Lily runs to him,
panicked. "Daddy, Daddy, a monster is chasing me." He picks her up and calms
her. "Did it have really big eyes? Like this?" he asks, making his eyes big.
She nods vigorously. "And big a big, spotted belly?" he asks, making his
stomach stick way out. "No, it didn't have that," she says with a giggle.
"But it was very ugly," she adds. He says, "Don't worry, because if it comes
back I'll throw it against the wall and beat it to a pulp." She smiles and
hugs him, tight. Then he puts her down and she turns to go to her room.
Suddenly she sees Victoria and shrieks. "There it is, Daddy!" "What? Where?"
Neil asks. "Right there," she says pointing to Victoria. "That's just
Victoria," he says. "She's a monster and she scares me. Throw her against
the wall, Daddy. You promised. Do like you used to do to mommy Dru. Beat
her to a pulp."
Callie is with her bartender, Rob. By now, you know the drill. He watches
her quietly as she sits there pensively, frowning every now and then. Finally
he says, "I'm worried about you, Callie." She forces a smile. "I'm fine,
Rob. I just need to keep a low profile." He looks unconvinced and a little
sad. "With a voice like yours? I should be featuring you. You could really
go places," he urges. She shakes her head. "I don't know," she says. "I
just don't know."
Victoria is with Neil, apparently shortly after the incident with Lily, who
has apparently gone to bed. "I'm sorry she called you those names," Neil
says. "It's ok, Neil. She's just a kid. She doesn't know any better. But
tell me what that was about Dru and you beating her to a pulp. That doesn't
leave me feeling very comfortable. In fact, maybe I just rushed into this
relationship a little fast. I'm going to go elsewhere and think for a long
while about what I've gotten myself into."
Another day passes, and Connie enters Victor's office and snaps on the TV.
"What is this?" she asks. Victor smiles. "Why, it looks like scandal
coverage," he says. "It means that Leanna Love will not be able to get
through." Connie frowns. "Victor, that may be so. But it also means my
favorite soap opera, The Young and the Restless, is getting preempted, too.
And I won't have it." "What do you mean you won't have it?" Victor asks. "You
work for me." Connie pulls out a gun. "I've had about enough out of you,
Victor. I've been through you for years. I've put up with your attacks on
people and your ruthless behavior. I've even kept track of the changing last
names of all your wives and ex-wives. But I draw the line at having my soaps
cancelled. Now either you call Congress and confess that you created this
latest round of scandals, or I'm going to do something I may--well, no--I
can't say I'd really even regret it. Just do it, ok?"
Malcolm and Callie are in the offices of Collins & Sons talking to Cassie, who
has apparently just heard their story. "So is there something we can legally
do?" Malcolm asks. Cassie thinks for a moment and then says, "I can think of
one thing." "What's that?" Malcolm asks. "Cut her hair and change her name."
Malcolm looks puzzled. "I don't get you?" "Well," Cassie explains, "this guy
is apparently looking everywhere in the country. Don't you think you've
brought the problem on yourself by using the same name and looking the same as
when he saw you? He can't afford to go door to door to every club in the
nation looking for someone with similar facial structure." "So that's it?"
Callie asks. "I don't know," Cassie responds. "Did you have another matter
you wanted me to advise you about?" Callie and Malcolm shrug. "I guess not,"
says Callie. "Ok," Malcolm says. "We're out of here. Hey, what do we owe
you?" Cassie waves her hand dismissively. "No charge. Anyone could have
thought up that answer--even a Hollywood scriptwriter. I couldn't possibly
charge you for it."
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Copyright 1998 Kent M. Pitman. All Rights Reserved.
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