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Date: 13 Oct 1997 00:14:23 -0400
From: pitman@anotherwayout.com (Kent M Pitman)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps.cbs
Subject: Y&R: AWO#67: "Comings and Goings"
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INSIDE... * Will Nina receive the homecoming she expects?
* If Cassie goes to Kansas, will she come back?
* To what lengths will Dru go to save her marriage?
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ANOTHER WAY OUT, Episode 67, 13-Oct-97 by Kent Pitman (kmp@harlequin.com)
"Comings and Goings"
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"Look, there she is," Victor Junior says to Hope and Betty as Cassie de-planes
from the Newman Corporate Jet. She wears a very fashionable business suit and
carries her doll, Cindy, who is also impeccably dressed in a corporate outfit.
Once on the ground, she turns to Wally and says, "I don't expect to be
terribly long. Can you stand by?" "No problem, Ms. Johnson," Wally says.
She runs to Victor Junior and gives him a big hug. "Hi. I missed you," she
says. "I'm glad you could come visit us," Victor Junior says sincerely.
"It's nice here on the farm, but I've missed my friends from the ranch," he
admits. They all pile into Betty's jeep, where a large, friendly dog sits
patiently waiting. Victor Junior says, "This is Bingo. Bingo, this is
Cassie." The dog responds by moving forward and trying to lick Cassie's face.
She defends herself as best she can, giggling the whole while. "Nice to meet
you, Bingo," she says finally.
Ryan has been called away to view a dead body. Could it be Nina's?
Inexplicably, Trisha has decided to avail herself of Nina's accomodations.
"Hmm. I've been here for a whole day and it's getting boring just pacing back
and forth trying to looking concerned with no one here to see me," she mutters
to herself. "I wonder if they have any food here." She goes to the fridge.
It is jammed to the brink with beer. She takes one and moves to the closet
next to the fridge. This has more of a selection--it has both Doritos and
Ring Dings. She grabs a package of each and moves to the freezer, which is
well-stocked with ice cream. She grabs a pint of something. She puts her
spoils onto a conveniently placed tray, and carries it all to the living room,
where she sits on the couch and clicks on the TV.
Dru is pacing back and forth by herself at her apartment. "Ok, Today. The
people at the lab told me Neil's results would be ready today. Today...
Today... Ok, Dru. THINK! You can make this work. You got to DO something
and it can't wait NO longer..." Suddenly she stops and appears to have an
idea. She grabs her purse and rushes out.
As everyone arrives back at Hope's place, Cassie says to Victor Jr. and Betty.
"I need to speak privately with Hope, if that wouldn't be too much trouble."
Betty smiles, "That's no trouble, sweetheart. Victor Junior and I will take
Bingo for a walk." Bingo barks his approval and the three march back out the
door. Hope sits at the dining room table, wondering what Cassie is about to
say. Cassie places Cindy on the table and says, "We'll come straight to the
point, Mrs. Wilson." "We?" Hope asks. "Oh, sorry. I have my doll, Cindy,
here as my advisor." She hands the doll to Hope, who feels it and then hands
it back. "Anyway," Cassie continues, "I've taken a position at Newman
Enterprises--I'm supervising the career growth of Nicholas Newman." "Oh, my!"
Hope says, both surprised and impressed. "Well," says Cassie, "I hope it
won't surprise you too much if I admit that I've concluded the man has the IQ
of a turnip." Hope shakes her head and laughs. "No, Cassie, it's no surpise.
No surprise at all." "And... Victor," Cassie continues, "he's a very proud
man. It's important to him that his son carries on after him." Hope nods
again. "Yes, I knew that, too. Though I can't for the life of me figure out
why it's not enough that he has an intelligent daughter in Victoria..."
Cassie replies, "Oh, yes, Victor is very sexist. But Cindy and I are trying
to work within that constraint."
At Nina's apartment, the door rattles and in walks Nina. "You! You! What
are you doing here?" Nina says. Trisha turns around and sees Nina. "Nina!
I thought you were--" "You thought I was what? And where's Ryan?" "Dead, I
thought you were dead. Ryan got called away to look at your body..." "And
you thought you'd just wait here for him to return?" "Well, I thought you
were dead. I didn't think you'd mind." "But I'm not dead, am I?" Trisha
shrugs, "Apparently not." Nina pulls out a gun and aims it at her. Trisha
asks, "What are you doing?" "I'm threatening your life, you little twit,"
Nina says, annoyed. "This is a gun. Perhaps you've seen them." "You can't
scare me, Nina. I know about guns. Guns don't kill people, people kill
people." "Could you be any dumber?" Nina asks. "Have you noticed that a
person is holding the gun?" Trisha looks finally a bit scared. "Are you
saying you might kill me?" "No, I'm not saying that, Trisha. Because if I
killed you, people would ask me to justify why. And I would tell them the
truth--that the world is better off without you and that I should be declared
a hero for offing you. But I know better than to think the world wants to be
done any favors, so you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to kill myself.
Because then I'll never have to see your face again, and maybe, just maybe,
YOU'LL get blamed." Nina puts the gun to her throat and shoots herself dead.
"Nina? Nina!?" Trisha calls to her as if this will somehow help.
Dru enters the hospital carrying her purse with a small white paper shopping
bag sticking out of the top of it. She enters the OB/GYN ward and sits down,
perusing the people in the room. Seeing a pregnant woman across the room, she
gets up and moves next to her. "Excuse me," she says. "I wonder if I could
ask you a favor..."
"So," Cassie says, finally getting to the point with Hope, "we--Cindy and
I--were hoping that perhaps you would agree to let Victor Junior know who
his father was. And then maybe you could let him come to Genoa City so I could
tell Victor Senior honestly that he had a son who was ready to replace him."
"But I don't want Victor
Junior to grow up in that world..." Hope says. "I expected you to say that,
so I have a proposal. Suppose we set up a satellite dish and a high speed
communications link. Victor Junior could still live here with you and Bingo,
and he could still go to school with his friends, but in his free time,
assuming all his schoolwork was done, he could telecommute to Newman
Enterprises." "He could do that?" Hope asks, surprised. "Oh, definitely,
Mrs. Wilson." "I wonder why Victor never suggested that for himself,"
Hope ponders.
"Well, just between you and me?" Cassie asks. Then she answers
her own question: "Let's put it this way--I'm afraid most of Victor
Junior's intelligence came from your side of the family."
Back at her apartment, Dru enters carrying the purse and the bag again, as
well as the mail from the mailbox downstairs. She sifts through the mail.
"Oh my god, here it is." She holds an envelope up to the light but can't read
through it. "Damn!" she says, but then she adds: "Good thing we arranged for
plan B." She sets down the letter and takes the white bag with her.
Trisha is freaking out and pacing in circles. She gets on the phone and calls
Alec. "Alec? Hi, it's me. Trisha. ... Can you come over? No, no--not to
my house--I'm at--a--a friend's. ... uh, Ryan's? Yeah, that's right. Where
we sat in the tree that night... ok, ok, I guess it was several nights.
Anyway, you know where it is, right? ... Oh, and Alec? Hurry!" She hangs
up. A few moments later, there's a knock on the door. She peers through the
security viewer in the door. "Alec!!" she says, opening the door and ushering
him quickly inside. "You got here really fast." "Well, truth is, you were
calling me on my cellular--and I was sitting in that tree... Did something
happen Trisha? I saw Nina go in, and then I heard a gunshot..." "She shot
herself..." "She--? Trisha, if she found you in her house, isn't it more
likely she'd have shot you? Now, it's just you and me here--did you shoot
her?" "Alec! I need you to believe me." "Ok, ok. I believe you. So what
are we going to do? Call the police?"
"I can't call the police. They'll ask a lot of questions. I'm not good at
answering questions. Look, everyone thinks she ran away--and they're
expecting to find her dead. Maybe we could just ... arrange that." "But what
about the doorman downstairs?" "Alec!! You're confusing the TV episode with
this AWO episode--Kent carefully didn't mention any witness in this AWO
episode." "Good point. Ok, so all we have to do is carry the body back out
the front door. And then what?" "Well, maybe we can throw her in the river
and they'll think she drowned," Trisha suggests. Alec says, "You don't think
they'll notice the bullet hole?" "Well, maybe they'll think she wasn't taking
chances--that she shot herself near water, to make sure that if she didn't die
from the gunshot she'd drown," Trisha says. Alec sighs. "I can see why you
don't want to get interviewed by the police; you really aren't very good with
these things are you?" Trisha whines and tears pour forth from her eyes.
"Hey, easy there, I was only kidding," he lies, trying to calm her down.
Neil enters his apartment and Dru comes racing out in a white satin teddy with
a matching cape wrapped around it with her hands behind her back. Neil sees
the stack of mail and immediately starts leafing through the letters, stopping
at the one from the lab. "Honey..." Dru says, trying to distract him. "Just a
second, Baby, I wanna look at something." "The letter from the lab?" "Yeah,
how'd you know about that?" "I know what it says," she says. He looks at the
envelope. It looks unopened. "You do?" She nods and says "uh,huh" in a
seductive tone while dropping the cape with one hand, still keeping her other
hand behind her back. "I do," she says. He is captivated by the outfit. He
stutters a little, distracted. "Well, how--did you steam it open?" She is
her seductive best. "Huh uh. It wasn't like that at all, honey." He's
getting into it now. She holds up a pregnancy test which shows a `plus sign'.
"I'm pregnant, Neil," she says finally. "So, somehow I think that little
piece of paper has suddenly become... unnecessary..." She wraps her arm
around him and kisses him. As she does, she takes the letter from him and
ceremoniously drops it in a conveniently placed trashcan unopened. She
breathes a quiet sigh of relief as their shoulders sink lower and lower as
they move slowly to the floor, out of sight behind the table.
Alec hunts about in Nina's apartment and finds a laundry cart to use for
moving the body about. He tries to lift her but isn't quite able. "Wow, for
someone so short, she's really heavy," he says. "Must be all those Doritos,"
Trisha says. "Here, let me help." The two of them are just barely able to
lift her into the cart. Alec points to the myriad empty bags of Doritos that
adorn the floor. "Pile those on top of her so that no one sees the body in
the bottom." "Good plan!" Trisha says, scooping up the bags. "All set?" he
says, looking around. There is blood all over and Trisha scrunches up her
nose. "I'll come back and repaint the room later to hide the blood," she
says. Alec nods and the two of them exit for the river.
Dru enters Malcolm's apartment. "What's the thrill, sista-gihl?" Malcolm asks
her. "Come to tell me the good news?" "Good news?" she asks, confused.
"Come on, Dru. Do you think your husband could contain himself for even two
seconds once he found out? He called me, but hey--it's cool. I won't tell."
"Malcolm!" she stops him. "You have to help me." "Help you?" he asks. Dru
nods. He asks again, "Help you how?" "I need to get pregnant and it's gotta
be NOW!" "Whoa, whoa. I am NOT followin' here girl, 'cuz I thought we just
got done sayin'--" "WE didn't just get done sayin' NOTHIN' Malcolm! You got
done tellin' me what Neil said; now I'M tellin' you like it is." "So you
ain't pregnant?" "Not that I know of." "But Neil thinks you are?" "Well, I
had to do SOMETHING. He was about to open that letter from the clinic. And
what if it said he was sterile and never could have kids?" "Well, then, he'd
know Lily was---well,--that would not be good." "So you see, I had to tell
him I was pregnant." "Well, that's good, but he's going to start to notice."
"Which is why I have to GET pregnant. And you and me--we did it once and it
worked really fast. So let's do it again NOW." "Now? Here? You and me?"
"You owe me, Malcolm." "I gave you a kid, and so now I owe you a kid? How
you figure that?" "You gave me no choice, and now you owe me a choice," she
reasons.
Malcolm shakes his head. "Look here, Dru, you ain't thinkin' straight. Now
suppose you DO get pregnant? What's that going to do to your career?" "I
don't know, Malcolm. I'll worry about that later. Maybe I'll fall off a
ladder and never be able to have kids again." "Dru, you already thought you
couldn't have no more kids." "I know, Malcolm, and that's why it's gotta be
with you--you beat the odds the last time, you can do it again." Malcolm
says, "I dunno, Dru, I--" Dru walks up very close to Malcolm and puckers up
slightly. "Please, Malcolm...?" "Dru, I..." "You what? You just soooo
satisfied with my boring old sister that you can't look at another woman?
You can't fool me, Malcolm. She probably won't even get into bed with you
unless you dress up in a three-piece suit and she can call you Neil, am I
right?" "How'd you know--" he starts to say. "She's MY sister, Malcolm.
Sisters talk... about some things." "What do you mean, about some things?"
"Well, if you don't help me, Malcolm, I may have to tell Olivia that you did
try to help." "Wait a minute, if I DON'T help you, you might tell her I DID?"
She nods. "And if I DO help you, you WON'T?" She nods again. "Don't that
seem a little backward?" Malcolm says. "Not if it gets me what I need,
Malcolm. Now come on--this is important--it could save my marriage. And
we both know you're just dyin' to do it with a REAL woman again--aren't you?"
Malcolm sighs. "Dru, I... Oh, alright, alright. Let's do it." Dru jumps up
and down. "Oh, Malcolm, you're the best brother-in-law a woman could have,"
she says. She kisses him on the lips and he returns the kiss.
At Saint Kurt's Medical Center, some kids from the neighborhood come running
in and say "Doc, doc, come quickly! A woman's in trouble...' Kurt puts down
his Bible and runs with them to the edge of a nearby river. There, Nina's
body has been pulled out of the water. "She's not breathing," one of the kids
says. Kurt nods. "Maybe she needs a tracheotomy," says another. "Don't be
silly--someone's already tried that and failed--see the hole in her neck?"
notes the first. Kurt puts one hand on the hole in Nina's neck and holds her
hand with the other until she starts to breathe. She looks up at Kurt and
says, "Who--who are you?" "I'm Kurt--with a K--Costner. I'll be your new
love interest." She smiles and they kiss.
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Copyright 1997 Kent M. Pitman. All Rights Reserved.
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