Susan Seaforth Hayes: 50 Years as Julie

FROM THE VAULT: JULIE MEETS DOUG

EPISODE # 1134
AIRDATE: May 7, 1970

 
 
ACT TWO
INT. SUSAN'S LIVING ROOM (PICK UP SUSAN AND BRENT IN MID-CONVERSATION)
 
BRENT: Now, you know Salem better than I do. Name the best restaurant and I'll take you there. You deserve to be seen by as many people as possible.
SUSAN: You know, you can be very charming. Which I appreciate. Because the people we will be with tonight...
BRENT (puzzled): The people we will be with?
SUSAN: Did I forget to tell you? We're going to have dinner with Scott and Julie Banning...friends of mine. They want me to see their new apartment.
BRENT: Oh. Whatever you say, it's fine with me.
SUSAN: Actually, both Scott and Julie are rather important people to me. I'd appreciate it if you'd make a special effort to let our hostess feel that she, and the evening, have been a great success.
BRENT: Consider it done. (a little puzzled)  You say they are rather important people to you?
SUSAN: I'm rather fond of their son, David.
BRENT: All right, I'll turn on all my charm.
SUSAN: They'll probably want to know about you, so let's say you're an investment counselor who's just moved to Salem and who plans to open an office here very soon.
BRENT (with a smile): In other words, soft-pedal my career as a dancing instructor and nightclub entertainer!

(SUSAN STUDIES HIM A MOMENT, VERY SOBER)
 
SUSAN: Let me put it this way...just be yourself. I find you...have a real charm about you, Doug. You can be very disarming when you want to be. And...for my sake...I want you to be this way tonight.
BRENT: I don't track you as to why tonight is so important to you...
SUSAN: Let's say I want my friends to like you as much as I do.
BRENT: That's a very nice compliment, Susan. I wasn't at all sure I had made a good impression on you...
SUSAN: If you make half as good an impression on our hostess...I'll be most happy. And, if the evening goes well, I wish you would suggest that the four of us go out to the Collonade Room tomorrow evening. It will be my party, Doug...but I want the invitation to come from you.
BRENT: How will I know if the evening has gone well or not?
SUSAN: You'll be able to tell by looking at me.
BRENT: I'm not quite certain what this is all about, Susan. But I've felt that way from the first moment I met you.
SUSAN: It's my guess that women always follow your lead, don't they?
BRENT: They always have.
SUSAN: Do you mind playing the game my way for a change?
BRENT: Where you're concerned, I'll play any game you have in mind. (beat, with meaning) Gladly.
 
(AND TAKE THE TWO OF THEM, STUDYING EACH OTHER, ENJOYING THE FENCING MATCH)
 
ACT THREE
FADE IN: INT. SCOTT AND JULIE'S LIVING ROOM (OPEN ON JULIE, PUTTING OUT A TRAY OF HORS D'OEUVRES, CHECKING ON LAST-MINUTE ARRANGEMENTS. THERE ARE FRESH FLOWERS IN THE ROOM, EVERYTHING LOOKS LOVELY, INCLUDING JULIE, WHO WEARS A BECOMING HOSTESS GOWN. CAMERA PULLS BACK TO INCLUDE SCOTT, AS JULIE SMILES AT HIM)
 
JULIE: I hope everything goes all right tonight...
SCOTT: You're...a little nervous, aren't you?
JULIE: I suppose I am, a little. I can't help wondering what Susan's attitude will be, if there won't be undercurrents...
SCOTT: If there are, she'll hide them...for David's sake.
JULIE (very simply): Thank you, Scott...for trying to remember to call our son...David.
SCOTT: I don't want to confuse him...more than necessary.
JULIE: I'm very grateful to Susan, for coming over tonight. I know she's doing it for David, more than anyone else.
 
(AT THIS MOMENT, THE DOORBELL RINGS. TAKE JULIE, LOOKING AT SCOTT. THERE IS A MOMENT'S HESITATION)
 
JULIE: You know something? I'm glad Susan's bringing a date. I think it was very...wise of her. Because we'll all have to pretend a little, in front of a stranger.
 
(AND ON THAT NOTE, SHE TURNS TO ANSWER THE DOOR. OF COURSE, SUSAN AND BRENT (DOUG) HAVE ARRIVED. TAKE A MOMENT AS JULIE AND SUSAN LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THEY HAVE SEEN EACH OTHER SINCE THE WEDDING)
 
JULIE: Susan...How nice of you to come!
SUSAN (trying, but a little uptight): Hello, Julie, I'd like you to meet...a friend of mine. Doug Williams, this is Julie Banning.
BRENT: How do you do?
JULIE: How nice to meet you, Doug, won't you come in?
(THEY DO, AND JULIE TURNS TO SCOTT, WHO HAS COME FORWARD BY NOW)
 
JULIE: Scott, this is Doug Williams.
 
(TAKE SCOTT, AS HE OFFERS TO SHAKE HANDS)
 
SCOTT: How do you do.
BRENT: How are you?
SCOTT: Fine, thanks.
 
(TURNING TO SUSAN, REACTING TO HER VERY STUNNING APPEARANCE)
 
SCOTT: Susan, you're...looking very well.
SUSAN: Thank you, Scott.
 
(LOOKING AROUND, COVERING THE AWKWARD MOMENT)
 
SUSAN: Your apartment is lovely, Julie.
JULIE: Thank you. Of course, there's so much to be done.
SUSAN (sweetly, no hidden meaning except there could be one of course): I think you've already accomplished a whole lot.
SCOTT (breaking in): Brad, I mean David's, very excited about seeing you, Susan.
JULIE: He's dressing up in his best suit.
 
(TAKE SUSAN, SOFTENING A LITTLE)

SUSAN: That's very sweet.
SCOTT (to Brent): Doug, can I make you a drink?
BRENT: I'd love a martini.
SCOTT: Good man, I'll make up a batch. (beat, looking at her) Susan?
SUSAN: Some sherry, Scott, if you don't mind...
JULIE: The ice and everything's on the bar, Scott.
SCOTT: Thank you.
 
(AT THIS MOMENT, DAVID BURSTS INTO THE ROOM, VERY DRESSED UP, VERY EXCITED. SPOTTING SUSAN, DAVID FLIES TOWARDS HER, AND SUSAN OF COURSE RESPONDS, HER EYES VERY BRIGHT WITH UNSHED TEARS AS SHE EMBRACES THE BOY)
 
SUSAN: David! How are you, darling?
 
(THEY HUG, THEN)
 
SCOTT: Son, I'd like you to shake hands with Susan's friend, Mr. Williams.
BRENT (very charming, offering his hand): How do you do? Susan has told me a lot about you!
DAVID (a bit puzzled): She hasn't said anything...about you.
 
(EVERYONE LAUGHS, THE REMARK BREAKING THE ICE A LITTLE)
 
BRENT: That's because there isn't much to say! And because your Aunt Susan and I haven't known each other very long.
DAVID (still not knowing what the laugh was all about, turning to Susan, very proud): Do you like my new suit?
SUSAN: Very much. You look so grown up. You save it for very special occasions, I take it.
DAVID: I sure do.
 
(BURSTING WITH THE INFORMATION AND NEED TO SHARE IT)
 
DAVID: I got it when Daddy married my Mommy!
 
(TAKE SUSAN'S FACE. SHE TRIES VERY HARD NOT TO REACT, BUT IS NOT ENTIRELY SUCCESSFUL. THERE IS AN AWKWARD PAUSE, WHICH BRENT IS QUICK TO SENSE. NO ONE SEEMS ABLE TO SAY ANYTHING, SO HE FINALLY COMES TO THE RESCUE)

BRENT (bending down to David's level): This seems to be a special occasion all the way around, because your Aunt Susan told me she bought a new dress to impress a man in her life. And, now that I've met you, I've found out who that man is!
 
(TAKE DAVID, GRINNING SHYLY, LOOKING UP ADORINGLY AT SUSAN)
 
BRENT (also looking at Susan): Don't you think she looks pretty?
DAVID: Sure, but she always does!
SCOTT (his voice husky): Well, I guess that puts you in your place, Doug.
BRENT (standing up): It certainly does. I'm the one who always says the right thing. (turning to Julie) Why don't you take me off the hook by showing me your new apartment, Mrs. Banning.
JULIE (appreciating the rescue): Please call me Julie, won't you?
BRENT: If you'll call me Doug.
 
(THEY START TOWARD THE HALLWAY)
 
JULIE: It isn't terribly large, but we did manage to find a place with a study where Scott can work nights, if he has to.
 
(AND BY NOW, THEY ARE OUT OF EARSHOT, LEAVING SCOTT AND SUSAN ALONE, STARING AT EACH OTHER, NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY. TAKE DAVID, TOTALLY HAPPY, TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS TO UNDERCURRENTS)
 
DAVID: Gosh, Aunt Susan, it's just like old times, isn't it?
 
(TAKE SUSAN, DESPERATELY FIGHTING FOR CONTROL. SHE BENDS TO EMBRACE DAVID, MORE TO HIDE HER EMOTIONS THAT ANYTHING ELSE, HER VOICE VERY HUSKY)
 
SUSAN: Yes, just like old times...
 
(TAKE SCOTT IN AGONY)
 
FADE TO: BLACK.
 
ACT FOUR. INT. SCOTT AND JULIE'S LIVING ROOM (LATER. SCOTT AND JULIE, SUSAN AND DOUG ARE SITTING OVER DRINKS, WITH DOUG (BRENT) HOLDING COURT, TALKING ABOUT HIS PAST)
 
BRENT: Susan doesn't believe any of my stories, of course. She sees me as a very staid, very solid investment counselor.
JULIE: I believe you, Doug. (with a smile) I'm sure you're covering up a perfectly dreadful, sordid past.
BRENT: That's it, exactly.
SUSAN: And I'm too naive to see through you.
BRENT: That's the way you get into trouble, young lady.
SUSAN (lightly): My mother warned me about men like you.
BRENT: That's the marvelous thing about mothers...they do half the work for us men, by warning their daughters what to expect in advance, and so the daughters can hardly wait to meet us.
SUSAN (to Scott): I forgot to tell you that Doug is very shy and retiring.
SCOTT (smoothly): Yes, you forgot to tell us anything about him at all.
BRENT: Seriously, I do intend to open up an investment counseling office here, if the situation looks attractive enough.
JULIE (easily): I'm sure we all know a lot of people that could be of help, Doug.
SCOTT (with no hostility): How did the two of you meet, anyway?
BRENT: A mutual friend...Janene Whitney.
 
(JULIE IS THE FIRST TO REACT)
 
JULIE: Oh, the girl my Uncle Bill had been dating...
 
(TAKE BRENT, DOING A GOOD JOB OF LOOKING BLANK)
 
BRENT: Your...Uncle Bill?
SUSAN: Bill Horton. The man Janene's in love with.
BRENT: Oh yes, she told me about him. (beat, easily) As a matter of fact, Janene and I have known each other for years, so naturally she was the first person I looked up when I came to Salem.
SCOTT: Any special reason for picking Salem, Doug?
BRENT (smiling, looking at both Julie and Susan): As a matter of fact, yes. I'm still single, and I heard they had more attractive women per square foot in Salem than in any other city in the world.
SUSAN (smiling at Scott): If you think you're going to get any straight answers from him, forget it.
JULIE: Well, who knows? You'll probably be a great success. Whenever I picture an investment counselor, I think of a very dignified, very elderly gentleman.
BRENT: Preferably with gout.
JULIE: Definitely with gout.
BRENT: I could affect a cane...
JULIE: An old war injury, that might help your image.
BRENT: It does need changing, you think?
JULIE: I'd let your hair go gray, at least.
BRENT: Well, I've found out all I need to know about Salem. (beat, mock solemnity) After due consideration, after investigating all the possibilities on the local scene, I have decided that R.H. Douglas Williams definitely will be opening an office for investment counseling in the fair city of Salem.
SUSAN: R.H.?
JULIE: Right Honorable Douglas Williams, right?
BRENT: Right. (to Scott) Your wife is a woman of rare perception.
JULIE (looking at her watch): And, I hope, rare roast beef... (smiling at Brent) If you can carve, I'll invite you for dinner again...
 
(SHE GETS UP AND SO DOES BRENT. JULIE EXITS TO THE KITCHEN)
 
BRENT: I'm ready to try anything once.
SCOTT: Thanks, Doug....carving is one thing at which I'm a total failure.
BRENT: Excuse me, Susan?
SUSAN: Of course.
 
(BRENT TURNS AWAY TO HEAD TOWARD THE DINING AREA, SET FOR DINNER, AS JULIE COMES THROUGH THE DOOR FROM THE KITCHEN, CARRYING A BEAUTIFUL ROAST. WE HEAR THEIR LAUGHTER AND COMMENTS IN THE BACKGROUND AS CAMERA HOLDS ON SCOTT AND SUSAN IN THE FOREGROUND, WITH SCOTT LOOKING AT SUSAN, SUSAN LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER AT BRENT AND JULIE, PLEASED WITH WHAT SHE SEES, THE EASY WAY THEY SEEM TO RESPOND TO ONE ANOTHER)
 
BRENT: That looks gorgeous.
JULIE: Don't you dare ruin it.
BRENT: I'm not promising anything, unless you have a sharp knife.
 
(PICKING ONE UP FROM THE TABLE AND HANDING IT TO HIM)
 
JULIE: If it's tough, I'll blame it on your carving.
BRENT: Mother told me there would be women like you.
 
(CAMERA STILL HOLDING ON SCOTT AND SUSAN IN FOREGROUND, AS SHE GLANCES AT SCOTT, WHO KEEPS HIS VOICE VERY LOW)
 
SCOTT: The evening is going very well, don't you think?
 
(TAKE SUSAN, AS SHE TURNS BACK TO LOOK AT JULIE AND BRENT OVER SCOTT'S SHOULDER. AND SUSAN RESPONDS, WITHOUT SCOTT BEING AWARE OF WHAT SHE MEANS)
 
SUSAN (softly): Yes...very well indeed...
 
(HOLD A BEAT ON SUSAN, WITH SCOTT STUDYING HER)
 
FADE TO: BLACK.


EPISODE # 1135
AIRDATE: May 8, 1970
 
PROLOGUE: INT. JULIE AND SCOTT'S LIVING ROOM (TO SUSAN IN CLOSE AS LITTLE DAVID, IN PAJAMAS, FINISHES KISSING JULIE AND SCOTT, THEN TURNS FOR A SPECIAL HUG AND KISS FOR SUSAN, WHO HOLDS HIM CLOSE FOR A HUNGRY MOMENT, THEN TRIES TO COVER HER EMOTIONS WITH A LIGHT PAT ON HIS BOTTOM)
 
SUSAN: Good night, darling.
DAVID: You're coming back soon...you promised.
SUSAN: You know I never break promises.
DAVID: And you're going to bake me some chocolate cookies!
SUSAN: Your favorite kind!

(TAKE SCOTT, A SMILE ON HIS FACE  AS HE LOOKS AT HIS SON)
 
SCOTT: Do you think somebody around here's stalling about going to bed?
SUSAN: Whatever gave you that idea, Scott...
 
(DAVID GRINS SHEEPISHLY)
 
DAVID: Okay, Daddy! (beat, suddenly shy) See you soon, Aunt Susan...
SCOTT: And say goodnight to Mr. Williams...
DAVID: 'Night.
DOUG: Good night, young man. (Jason47 note: This is the episode where Doug is no longer listed as Brent in the scripts)
JULIE: I'll be in later to tuck you in, darling.
DAVID: Okay...
 
(SCOTT SWINGS THE BOY UP ONTO HIS BACK FOR A RIDE, AND TAKE SUSAN WATCHING THE TWO OF THEM OUT OF THE ROOM, HER FACE A STUDY OF HURT AND PAIN AND LOSS. SHE RECOVERS QUICKLY, GLANCES AT DOUG (BRENT) AND JULIE TO SEE IF THEY HAVE NOTICED, DECIDES THEY HAVEN'T. CAMERA ZEROES IN TIGHT ON SUSAN, WATCHING THE TWO OF THEM ENGAGED IN A CONVERSATION)
 
SUSAN (in voiceover): This is no life for Scott. Living with a woman he doesn't love, a woman who pretends to love a boy but who will always think of herself first. (beat) She really didn't even notice that Brad was going to bed...or even care. Because an attractive man was paying some attention to her. (beat) You used a boy to get revenge on me, Julie. (beat)  I'll use a man. A man named Douglas Williams...
 
ACT ONE: FADE IN: INT. JULIE AND SCOTT'S LIVING ROOM (TAKE IT UP IMMEDIATELY AS JULIE RISES TO GET ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE FOR DOUG AND TURNS TO SUSAN  WITH A SMILE)
 
JULIE: Can I refill your cup, Susan?
SUSAN: No, thanks, Julie...
JULIE: Excuse me a moment, will you both?
DOUG: Of course...
 
(SHE EXITS ROOM, LEAVING SUSAN AND DOUG ALONE. HE GETS UP TO GO OVER AND SIT DOWN BY SUSAN)
 
DOUG: I'd offer a penny for your thoughts, but I realize they're much more expensive.
SUSAN: Yes, I have an idea they're going to cost me a great deal of money.
DOUG: Do you enjoy being a woman of mystery?
SUSAN: Do you enjoy trying to find out what the mystery is all about?
DOUG: Very much.
SUSAN: Good. (beat) It's been a very successful evening, hasn't it...
DOUG: Successful enough for me to invite them out tomorrow night, as you suggested earlier?
SUSAN (considering a moment): Yes, I think so.
DOUG: Tell me. (beat) Do you go through life playing games?
SUSAN: Don't you? (beat) Most people do.
DOUG: Yes. I suppose most people do.
SUSAN: Especially when they have the time...and the money.
DOUG: Or the time...and no money.
 
(AT THIS MOMENT, JULIE RETURNS  WITH THE COFFEE FROM THE KITCHEN, AND SCOTT ENTERS FROM THE HALLWAY)
 
JULIE (to Scott): Did he go down all right?
SCOTT: He went down...but he hates missing all the action.
JULIE: Don't you remember how it was, as a child, desperately wanting to know what was going on in the living room, what the grownups were talking about?
SUSAN: I remember hearing only too well sometimes what the grownups were talking about!
DOUG: I was too busy playing games to care. I'd sneak a flashlight under the covers, convinced I'd fooled everyone, and play soldiers until I fell asleep.
SUSAN (with an enigmatic smile): And then...all of a sudden you're grown up, and you find yourself playing different kinds of games...
DOUG: With nobody else knowing the rules.
SCOTT: I get the feeling I missed out on some of the conversation out here, the same as David did.
 (beat) Doug, can I get you a brandy?
DOUG: No, thank you, Scott. I realize it's a work night for you. But I wish you two would let me return your hospitality by taking you as my guests to the Collonade Room tomorrow night...
SUSAN (smoothly): That's a lovely idea, Doug.
SCOTT: I'm afraid I'll be tied up all evening with a business appointment.
DOUG: How about the following night?
SCOTT (turning to Julie): I don't think we have anything on, do we, Julie?
 
(TAKE JULIE, A LITTLE HESITANT)
 
JULIE: No, but I don't like the idea of going off and leaving David until he really gets used to the new apartment.
SCOTT: Your grandmother would love a chance to babysit, you know she said anytime.
JULIE: Well, I suppose I could ask if she's free that night.
SUSAN: Why don't we plan on it, then? (beat) I haven't been dancing for ages...and Doug tells me that he put himself through college as a dance instructor.
SCOTT: I can tell I've met a superior man. I made the mistake of putting myself through school with busboy jobs! And I never did learn how to dance.
SUSAN: That's too bad, Scott, because Julie loves to dance.
DOUG: Well, I'll have two women to take care of instead of one, Scott, if you don't mind.
SCOTT: I don't mind at all.
JULIE: I can see that I have no choice in the matter... (a smile softens the words) ...except to be gracious.
SUSAN: If it turns out as perfectly as tonight did, none of us will regret it. (beat) It was a lovely dinner and evening, Julie. Thank you for having us.
SCOTT (holding out his hand to Doug): Thank you, Doug, for suggesting a night out on the town. I'm afraid Julie could use it...she's been stuck pretty much here in the apartment, when I've been working nights.
DOUG: That's a terrible way to begin a marriage!
SUSAN (an enigmatic smile): I agree. (beat) It's settled then, Julie? The day after tomorrow?
JULIE (a little hesitant still): Who am I to say no...I haven't been dancing in ages.
 
(TAKE SUSAN, SMILING WITH A CERTAIN CONFIDENCE, NO ONE ELSE IN ON HER LITTLE GAME)
FADE TO BLACK.

ACT THREE
FADE IN: INT. JULIE AND SCOTT'S LIVING ROOM (A FEW MINUTES AFTER SUSAN AND "DOUG" HAVE LEFT. JULIE IS CLEANING UP AFTER THE PARTY, SCOTT IS IN A VERY INTROSPECTIVE MOOD)
 
JULIE: How do you think the evening went?
SCOTT: It seemed to go very well. (beat) But, of course, Susan was playing some kind of masquerade.
JULIE: It couldn't have been easy for her, coming over here...
SCOTT: I'm glad she brought the man along.
 
(THERE IS NO COMMENT FROM JULIE, WHO IS BUSY GATHERING GLASSES ON A TRAY. TAKE SCOTT, FAVORABLY IMPRESSED BY DOUG, WONDERING ABOUT JULIE'S REACTION)
 
SCOTT: I found him interesting, didn't you?
JULIE: He seemed very nice.
SCOTT: More than nice. (beat) He made a real effort to make the evening go, almost as if he sensed all the underlying tensions.
JULIE: The main thing, David and Susan had a chance to be together.
SCOTT: I think it meant a lot to both of them. (beat)  When she was with David, Susan was her old self again. But the rest of the evening...she seemed so...I don't know...
JULIE: Things can't ever be the same again, at least for a while, Scott. Give Susan some time.
SCOTT: I don't want her to do anything foolish...on the rebound.
JULIE: Are you concerned about this...Douglas Williams?
SCOTT: No, not really. Although he's obviously quite a man with the ladies...
JULIE: Do you think so?
SCOTT: Don't you?
JULIE (a bit more reserved in her opinion): I suppose he is, I didn't really notice.
SCOTT: You were too busy being a hostess. (beat) And a very good one, I might add...
JULIE: I guess I was under a little strain, wondering how Susan really felt, underneath all the surface chatter... (beat, then rather introspective) She seems to have changed so much in the last several weeks...
SCOTT: She was much more congenial than either of us had any right to expect...
JULIE: I wonder why the sudden about-face?

(BEAT, AS SHE THINKS ABOUT IT, FINDS AN ANSWER)
 
JULIE: She did it for David, of course.
SCOTT: They're still very close, Julie. (beat) Thank you...for not resenting that.
JULIE: How could I, Scott? When a child reaches out for other people to love, it means he's completely secure in his own little world at home. (beat) David and Susan knew and loved each other long before I appeared on the scene.
SCOTT: Most women wouldn't be so generous, Julie.
JULIE: I'm not most women.
SCOTT: No, I'm beginning to find out you're definitely not most women!
JULIE (with a smile): Besides, underneath, I'm trying to talk you into something...
 
(SHE TURNS TO PUT A RECORD ON THE STEREO)
 
SCOTT: So you have an ulterior motive after all...
JULIE: Of course, it's a woman's nature.
 
(BEAT, AS SOFT MUSIC BEGINS TO PLAY)
 
JULIE: Since you accepted Doug's invitation for the four of us to go dancing, I thought I might give you your first lesson.
SCOTT: I'm sorry, Julie, I really have some work I ought to catch up on...
JULIE: Please, Scott!
 
(AS SHE SWAYS TO THE MUSIC, DOES A WHIRL)
 
JULIE: I haven't been dancing in so long.
SCOTT: I have two left feet, so don't waste your time.
 
(BEAT, NOT REALIZING HOW THIS WILL SOUND TO JULIE)
 
SCOTT: Besides, I only agreed to go along on the evening out because it seemed to mean something to Susan.
 
(TAKE JULIE, A LITTLE ANNOYED, BUT NOT LETTING IT SHOW)
 
JULIE: All right, Scott. Some other time maybe.
SCOTT (perfunctory politeness): You don't mind, do you? The fact I have to work evenings at home?
JULIE (very gracious): Of course not. Why would I mind?
 
(SCOTT SMILES AT HER, EXITS THE ROOM. TAKE JULIE, LOOKING AFTER HIM, SUBDUED. SHE TURNS BACK TO THE STEREO, LISTENS A MOMENT TO THE MUSIC, THEN SHE ABRUPTLY SNAPS OFF THE SET. CAMERA MOVES IN CLOSE ON HER FACE FOR A VOICEOVER)
 
JULIE'S VOICEOVER: Why should I mind? (beat) After all, we're going out dancing, for Susan's sake!
 
(AND ON THIS LINE, DISSOLVE TO: INT. SUSAN'S LIVING ROOM & HALLWAY OUTSIDE. AND SHE AND DOUG (BRENT) APPROACH CORRIDOR OUTSIDE SUSAN'S APARTMENT, WITH BOTH OF THEM LAUGHING. SUSAN HAS HER APARTMENT KEY IN HER HAND)
 
DOUG (with mock gallantry): Your key, Madam...
 
(HANDING IT TO HIM, WATCHING HIM UNLOCK THE DOOR)
 
SUSAN: It gives a man an unfair advantage, you know...when he politely offers to unlock your apartment door...
DOUG: I promise I won't force my way into your apartment.
SUSAN: Well, I intended to invite you in anyway, because I went to all the trouble of going out to buy you a bottle of cognac!

(SHE WALKS PAST HIM INTO THE APARTMENT, LEAVING THE CAMERA TO PICK UP THE SURPRISED, AND VERY PLEASED, EXPRESSION ON DOUG'S FACE. HE SHRUGS, FOLLOWS HER INTO THE APARTMENT)
 
FADE TO: BLACK.

ACT FOUR
FADE IN: INT. SUSAN'S LIVING ROOM (SHORT TIME LATER. OPEN ON SUSAN AS SHE POURS DOUG A DRINK IN A BRANDY SNIFTER)
 
DOUG: Sure you won't join me?
SUSAN (firmly): No, thanks. I found out long ago, that alcohol and I don't mix very well.
DOUG: All right...to the woman of mystery. (beat) I'm beginning to realize that you have layers within layers within layers...
 
(HE TAKES A SIP OF THE BRANDY, AND SIGHS WITH APPRECIATION)
 
SUSAN: Is it all right?
DOUG: It's the best that money can buy!
SUSAN: That's my new motto in life.
DOUG: I refuse to believe you're that cynical.
SUSAN: You'd be surprised.
DOUG: I would? (beat) Don't forget, I saw the way you melted when that little boy, what's his name, gave you a big hug.
SUSAN (her face softening): You mean...David...
DOUG: There you go again, melting when you even say his name. (beat) It's a good thing he's so young, or I'd be jealous.
SUSAN: Well, he happens to be...very special.
DOUG: He obviously feels the same way about you.
SUSAN: We've always been...very close.
DOUG: From what Julie told me when we were carving the roast, I got the impression she and Scott are newlyweds...
SUSAN (very subdued): Yes, just a few weeks...
DOUG: Then the child's from her first marriage...
SUSAN: Well, it's a long story, Doug.
DOUG: Which you'll tell me...sometime.
SUSAN: Yes, if we get to know each other that well.
DOUG: I'm hoping we will.
SUSAN (beat, then): Did you...have a good time tonight?
DOUG: It was very pleasant...
SUSAN: How did you like Julie?
DOUG: I found them both charming...
SUSAN: You sound...a little reserved in your opinion...
DOUG: Well, I suppose no one likes being the outsider among people who are trying so hard to play the game...
SUSAN: What game?
DOUG: That's what I was going to ask you, Susan. (beat) I don't mind playing games. If I know the rules.
SUSAN: It's a rather...complicated game, Doug. I'm not sure yet how good a player you'll be. (beat) There could be money in it for you...if you're interested in money.
DOUG: I've always been interested in money.
SUSAN: Would you be willing to work...for me?
DOUG (he smiles, very charming): Doing what?
SUSAN: I think you'd like the work.
DOUG: Good working conditions?
SUSAN: Very good.
DOUG: Any fringe benefits?
SUSAN: Perhaps. (beat) I'll be able to tell you more about it, after I see how things go the night we're out dancing...at the Collonade Room.
DOUG (shaking his head): I have never, in my entire life, met such a complicated woman. (beat) I'm the one who's supposed to be complicated.
SUSAN: I think you are...very complicated. And...(with a smile)...very charming. If you weren't, well, I never would have mentioned your going to work for me in the first place...
DOUG: I've never...worked for a woman before. They've always...worked for me.
SUSAN (a slight, impish smile): Yes, I should imagine that's the way it's always been...in your dark and mysterious past...
 
(AND ON THIS RATHER ENIGMATIC, INTRIGUING NOTE, WE TAKE DOUG'S FASCINATED GAZE AS HE STUDIES SUSAN, HER PLEASED EXPRESSION AT POSSIBLY HAVING FOUND THE RIGHT MAN, AND..)
 
FADE: TO BLACK.


 

FROM THE VAULT: JULIE GETS BURNED


EPISODE # 3406
AIRDATE: April 27, 1979
 
ACT SIX: FADE IN: FARMHOUSE KITCHEN
 
(LOOKING COZY AND WARM, PLACES SET ON THE TABLE, VEGETABLES COOKING ON THE STOVE, MAGGIE IS SEASONING THE STEAKS ON THE OPEN BROILER FAN AND JULIE IS FIXING A SALAD)
 
JULIE: Where's the oil and vinegar?
MAGGIE (pointing to a cupboard): Up there, behind the spices. Oh, I just thought of something. There are some pickled tomatoes in the cellar. Wouldn't they be delicious with steak?
JULIE: Anything that good has to be fattening! But go ahead.
MAGGIE: It'll take a minute. I'm not sure where Hank stored them. I'll start the steaks if you turn them.
JULIE: Sure. I'm going to bring in the carton of crystal perfume bottles from Mrs. Latimer's. I'm so crazy about them.
 
(JULIE GOES OUT TO THE CAR TO GET A CARTON WHILE MAGGIE SHOVES THE STEAKS INTO THE BROILER, LIGHTS IT, TAKES THE FLASHLIGHT  AND GOES OUT THE BACK DOOR. WE HEAR THEM AD LIB AS THEY PASS ON THE PORCH, AND JULIE IS BACK INSIDE. SHE TAKES THE CARTON OVER BY THE TABLE AND BEGINS TO SORT THROUGH ITS CONTENTS, ADMIRING HER NEW COLLECTION. SHE COMPLETELY LOSES TRACK OF TIME)
 
JULIE (to herself): Oh, what a find. I hope I can bring myself to sell them!

(HOLDING UP A BOTTLE TO THE LIGHT)
 
JULIE: It must be pure amethyst.
 
(SOUND: THE STEAKS SIZZLING)
 
ACT SIX: LATER: FARMHOUSE KITCHEN
 
(JULIE IS STILL ADMIRING HER TREASURES WHEN SUDDENLY SHE SMELLS SMOKE. SHE LOOKS AT THE STOVE, SEES BLACK SMOKE COMING OUT ALL AROUND THE BROILER DOOR. SOUND: LOUD SIZZLING)
 
JULIE: Oh, gosh. I forgot the steaks.
 
(SHE RUSHES TO THE STOVE, LOOKING FOR A POTHOLDER)
 
JULIE: Pot holder! Pot holder!
 
(IN A PANIC, SHE OPENS THE DOOR OF THE BROILER AND LEANS OVER TO PULL OUT THE TRAY. FLAMES AND BLACK SMOKE SHOOT OUT. JULIE RECOILS, BUT IT'S TOO LATE. HER SWEATER HAS CAUGHT FIRE AND FLAMES SHOOT UP HER LEFT SIDE AND ONTO HER FACE. SHE SCREAMS AND FALLS BACK, YELLING)
 
JULIE: Oh, God! I'm on fire! Help me! Oh, dear God, help!
 
(THE STOVE IS AFLAME AND IT IS HARD TO SEE JULIE THROUGH THE SMOKE, BUT WE HEAR HER SCREAMS OF PAIN AND FEAR)
 
TAG: FADE IN: DOUG'S PLACE
 
(NEIL AND KATE ARE LEAVING, AD LIBBING GOODNIGHTS TO ROBERT AND DOUG)
 
ROBERT (to Doug): Too bad she isn't feeling well. That's going to be the shortest evening in his career.
DOUG: Or perhaps she'll recover, and it will be the longest. How do we know?
ROBERT: C'est la vie. And what about you, mon ami? Another night tout seul?
DOUG: Yup...all alone by the telephone. You know, it's the darndest thing, Robert. I no sooner finish talking to Julie than I have this strong urge to call her again.
 
(ROBERT SMILES AS DOUG PUTS HIS HAND ON THE PHONE, BUT DOESN'T PICK IT UP)
 
CUT TO: FARMHOUSE KITCHEN
 
(AS WE LEFT IT, STOVE STILL AFLAME, BLACK SMOKE THICK IN THE ROOM, JULIE SCREAMING AND TRYING TO PUT OUT THE FLAMES THAT ARE SEARING HER FLESH. WE HEAR MAGGIE'S VOICE AND HER FOOTSTEPS POUNDING ACROSS THE PORCH)
 
MAGGIE (offcamera): Julie! Julie! What is it?
 
(AS SHE BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR)
 
MAGGIE: Julie! Julie! Julie! Oh God, you're on fire!


FROM THE VAULT: SHARON DUVAL TELLS JULIE SHE LOVES HER



EPISODE # 2903
AIRDATE: May 20, 1977

 
ACT ONE: INT. DOUG'S PLACE
 
(SOUND: PHONE RINGS. DOUG PUTS UP HIS HAND TO SILENCE JULIE AND REACHES FOR THE PHONE. ANSWERS IT. IT'S SHARON. TWO-WAY INTERCUT, DUVAL LIBRARY)
 
DOUG: Doug's Place.
SHARON: Doug?
DOUG: Yes.
SHARON: This is Sharon.
 
(DOUG LOOKS OVER AT JULIE, EYEBROWS RAISED)
 
DOUG: Hello, Sharon.
SHARON: How are you?
DOUG (flatly): I'm fine.
SHARON: That's good, but you always seem to be in good spirits.
DOUG: Well, I try to be, Sharon.
SHARON: Yes, well, by any chance is Julie around?
DOUG: Julie?
 
(HE LOOKS AT JULIE, HOPING JULIE WILL MAKE SOME SIGN THAT SHE ISN'T AVAILABLE, BUT JULIE HOLDS OUT HER HAND FOR THE PHONE)
 
DOUG: She's right here, hold on.
 
(HE COVERS THE MOUTHPIECE ON THE PHONE, TO JULIE)
 
DOUG: Your patient, oh, excuse me, girl friend.
 
(JULIE GIVES HIM A DRY LOOK AS SHE TAKES THE PHONE)
 
JULIE (brightly): Hello, Sharon, how are you?
SHARON: Fine. I was hoping you'd drive out to the country with me today. I've discovered a wonderful place jammed with antiques.
JULIE: Sounds tempting.
SHARON: Then say "yes."
JULIE: Yes.
SHARON: When can you get away?
JULIE: Right now. I'll pick you up.
SHARON: Great. See you in a little while.
JULIE: Yes. Goodbye.
 
(SHE HANGS UP)
 
DOUG: What's her problem now, a hangnail?
JULIE (ignoring his remark): We're driving out to the country to an antique shop.
DOUG: Julie...I'd like to say something.
JULIE (holding up her hand to quiet him): So would I.
 
(SHE DOESN'T WAIT FOR HIS APPROVAL OR DISAPPROVAL. SHE TURNS AND EXITS TO THE FAMILY QUARTERS)
 
DOUG (grumbles under his breath): Whatever Sharon wants...Sharon gets.
 
ACT THREE: FADE IN: INT. DUVAL LIBRARY
(KARL IS ENGROSSED IN A BOOK AS JULIE STEPS TO THE LIBRARY DOORWAY. KARL DOESN'T NOTICE HER. JULIE HOLDS A BEAT, THEN)
 
JULIE: Karl?
 
(KARL LOOKS UP FROM HIS BOOK, SURPRISED TO SEE HER)
 
KARL: Julie! I didn't see you. (he rises) Come in. Come in.
JULIE: I hate to disturb you.
KARL: You're not disturbing me at all. Won't you sit down?
JULIE: I just stopped by for Sharon. We're taking a drive to the country.
KARL: Yes. She has that antique bug all you Americans seem to acquire one time or another.
JULIE: I plead guilty.
KARL (indicating chair): Do sit down. Sharon's upstairs dressing. This may take awhile.
JULIE (taking chair): I'm afraid I'd plead guilty to that habit, too.
KARL: Ah, but women taking time to make themselves beautiful is just not limited to Americans, Julie. It's worldwide.
JULIE: Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that.
KARL: May I offer you something. A drink perhaps.
JULIE: No. Nothing, thank you.
 
(KARL SETTLES HIMSELF ACROSS FROM HER)
 
KARL: It's a wonderful day for a drive into the country. I invited myself to go along with you two just for the ride, but Sharon would have none of that.
JULIE: You'd probably be bored stiff.
KARL: I am a bit impatient. I don't mind buying...it's the shopping and bargaining that make me irritable.
JULIE: Then you'd better stick to reading your book today.
KARL: Actually, I have some business to attend to, but it's really very nice to see you and I'm glad that we have this opportunity to speak...alone.
 
(JULIE LOOKS AT HIM QUESTIONINGLY)
 
KARL: I know I've always prevailed on your good nature...you've been so wonderful with Sharon and helped her so much. She seems to respect you and listen to you. I'm afraid that what I'm getting at is...I have to ask you again...a particular favor.
JULIE: Fire away.
KARL: Unhappily, my business here in the States is just about complete and I must think about returning to Spain.
JULIE: Oh, Karl, I didn't know.
KARL: Well, I wouldn't be in great hurry to leave, but as it turns out, I have pressing business in Madrid.
JULIE: Then you'll be leaving?
KARL: As I said...unhappily.
JULIE: We'll all be sorry to have you go.
KARL: I hadn't planned on returning to Madrid so soon, but now...
JULIE: I understand. How soon will you be leaving?
KARL: As soon as possible...if I can convince Sharon to join me.
JULIE (surprise): She isn't going with you?
 
(KARL RISES, BEGINS TO PACE, HIS CONCERN EVIDENT)

KARL: I would like to close up this house and have her return with me but I'm meeting with a great deal of resistance.
JULIE: Will you have to stay in Madrid long?
KARL: I'm afraid so.
JULIE: Then certainly Sharon will change her mind.
 
(KARL STOPS PACING, PLOPS INTO A CHAIR)
 
KARL: I don't know. It worries me. I can't seem to get a straight answer from her.
JULIE: And you want me to talk to her?
KARL: Oh, I wish you would. I know it's asking a great deal.
JULIE: I don't know if I can persuade her one way or another...or if I would want to try, but I can certainly find out how she really feels about moving back to Spain.
KARL: That would help me very much, Julie.
JULIE: I'll do what I can. And don't worry about Sharon. She's certainly coming out of her shell. She just needed confidence and reassurance. She's going to be fine.
KARL: You're a wonderful friend, Julie. All you've done for us, I can never...
 
(HE BREAKS OFF AS SHARON COMES INTO THE ROOM)
 
KARL: Ah, here she is, at last.
SHARON (to Julie): I hope you haven't been waiting long.
JULIE: I always enjoy Karl's company.
SHARON: Ah, his Latin charm is rubbing off on you.
JULIE: It can't hurt.
 
(THEY LAUGH)
 
SHARON (to Julie): I guess we can go. (to Karl): I have no idea when we'll be back.
KARL (teasing): When the shops are empty.
JULIE: I'll keep a rein on her, Karl.
SHARON: There's a lot to see.
KARL: Take your time. I'll be out all afternoon and won't be home until late myself.
SHARON: See you later, then.
KARL: Have a good time.
JULIE: Goodbye, Karl.
KARL (gives Julie a grateful look): Have a pleasant afternoon.
 
(JULIE SMILES. SHARON AND JULIE EXIT. KARL CROSSES TO HIS DESK, GATHERS SOME PAPERS AND SLIPS THEM INTO HIS BRIEFCASE. HE STARTS TO EXIT, WHEN, SOUND: PHONE RINGS. KARL REACHES FOR THE PHONE, ANSWERS IT TO TWO-WAY INTERCUT, MARLENA'S OFFICE)
 
KARL: Hello.
MARLENA: Karl, this is Marlena Evans.
KARL: Hello, Dr. Evans. Nice to hear from you.
MARLENA: Thank you. Is Sharon there?
KARL: She just left. Hold on, I'll try to catch her.
 
(HE PUTS THE PHONE DOWN, HURRIES OFF TO THE ENTRANCE. SOUND: CAR PULLING AWAY. HE COMES BACK TO PHONE)
 
KARL: Marlena, I'm sorry. I couldn't catch her in time. What can I do for you?
MARLENA: I was just checking to see what time she'd be coming in. I'm glad she's on her way here to the hospital.
KARL: Does she have an appointment with you?
MARLENA: Yes. She's terribly late, but I'll try to squeeze her in.
KARL: But she's not going to the hospital. She and Julie Williams drove to the country.
MARLENA (surprised): The country?
KARL: They are antique hunting.
MARLENA (slightly annoyed): This is the second appointment she's missed without calling me.
KARL: I'm very sorry. I didn't know.
MARLENA: Well, when she does come home, will you please ask her to call me?
KARL: Certainly. And I'm terribly sorry. I know this is a great inconvenience to you.
MARLENA (looking over her appointment book): We'll make it another time, Karl. Thank you, goodbye.
 
(SHE HANGS UP THE PHONE, LOOKS OVER HER APPOINTMENT BOOK. HER INTERCOM BUZZES. SHE PICKS UP THE PHONE AGAIN)
 
MARLENA: Yes?...Who...Senor Juan?

ACT SIX: FADE IN: INT. DUVAL LIBRARY
 
(JULIE AND SHARON ENTER THE LIBRARY CARRYING A SMALL ANTIQUE WASH STAND)
 
SHARON: Let's just set it here.
 
(THEY PUT IT NEAR THE DOOR)
 
JULIE: I'll get the rest of the things.
SHARON: Okay, I think there's just the clock left.
 
(JULIE EXITS. SHARON CROSSES TO A TABLE, SORTS OUT SOME PACKAGES. JULIE RETURNS CARRYING A CLOCK. SHE SETS IT DOWN)
 
JULIE: The thing is small, but heavy.
SHARON (feeling dumb): You know I didn't even check to see if it would run.
JULIE: Swell.
SHARON: Anyone, it looks interesting.
JULIE: I have the feeling that Doug will say that about some of things I bought..."very interesting"...
 
(THEY LAUGH)
 
SHARON: It was fun though, wasn't it?
JULIE: I love to shop and all that stuff stowed in the trunk of my car proves it.
SHARON: I think you got some beautiful things.
JULIE: I do, too. I can't wait to show Doug. 'Course he'll probably hate everything.
 
(SHARON CROSSES TO THE LIQUOR CABINET)
 
SHARON: How about a drink?
JULIE: I really should be going. I'm beat. But, maybe a Sherry would perk me up.
SHARON: Good.
 
(SHARON POURS EACH OF THEM SOME SHERRY)
 
JULIE (slumping in a chair): Oh, it really feels good to relax.
SHARON: Put your feet up. Get comfortable.
JULIE: I don't dare. I may never move again...and it's getting late.
 
(SHARON HANDS JULIE HER SHERRY)
 
JULIE: Thank you.
 
(SHARON SITS ACROSS FROM JULIE)
 
SHARON: It does feel good to sit down.
 
(SHE TAKES A SIP OF HER SHERRY)
 
SHARON: Why don't you give Doug a call...tell him you'll be a little late. Karl won't be here for awhile and I hate being alone.
 
JULIE: No, I really have to get back soon.
 
(SHARON SEEMS DISAPPOINTED)
 
JULIE: Besides, you have to put all that stuff away.
SHARON (looks over at the clock): You know, I really do like that clock.
JULIE: I do too. But everything you bought is really very nice.
 
(SHARON SMILES, A GLINT IN HER EYE)
 
JULIE: Did I say something funny?
SHARON: No, but I've got a surprise for you.
JULIE: Oh, yeah?
 
(SHARON RISES, CROSSES TO HER PURSE, OPENS IT AND DRAWS OUT A SMALL BOX. SHE CROSSES TO JULIE, HANDS IT TO HER. JULIE TAKES THE BOX)
 
JULIE: What's this?
SHARON: Open it.
 
(JULIE LIFTS THE LID ON THE BOX EXPOSING A LOVELY ANTIQUE CAMEO ON A GOLD CHAIN)
 
JULIE (surprised): Oh, you bought the cameo! Isn't that funny...I saw it and admired it but the price was out of my reach.
SHARON (pleased with herself): It's yours.
JULIE (taken aback): Mine!
SHARON: I saw you looking at it and talking to the saleslady about it. I thought you'd like to have it.
JULIE: Oh, yes...But I can't accept this, Sharon. It's much too expensive.
SHARON: Don't be silly. I bought it for you. Take it and wear it. I want you to have it.
JULIE (touching the cameo): It is beautiful.
SHARON: Put it on. Here...let me help you.
 
(SHE REACHES FOR THE CAMEO, PLACES IT AROUND JULIE'S NECK AND FASTENS THE CHAIN)
 
SHARON: There you go.
JULIE: I really don't know what to say...I guess just 'thank you.'
SHARON: Well, you're welcome. Maybe when you wear it, you'll think of me.
(SHARON SLUMPS DOWN IN HER CHAIR AGAIN)
 
JULIE: I don't need a reminder of you, Sharon, but Karl told me that you're moving back to Madrid.
SHARON: He has to go back on business, but I'm not sure of my plans yet.
JULIE: But why not? You're feeling all right now. Your therapy has gone very well.
SHARON: I suppose so.
JULIE: Don't you think Marlena has helped you?
SHARON: Oh, yes, I feel completely well.
JULIE: Then I don't understand.
SHARON: I guess I just don't want to live in Spain anymore.
JULIE: But Karl's business is finished here.
SHARON: Yes, it is, but I want to stay here. This is my home and I want to stay with my friends.
JULIE: But you have friends in Madrid.
SHARON: I feel more secure here.
JULIE: But what about Karl?
SHARON: I think he knows how I feel.
JULIE: Well, I'd hate to see you leave us, but I do think Karl should come first.
SHARON: We'll see.
 
(JULIE SEES SHE'S GOING NOWHERE WITH THE CONVERSATION. SHE LOOKS AT HER WATCH)
 
JULIE: I've got to get going.
 
(SHE SETS DOWN HER DRINK)

SHARON (urging): Oh please, Julie...not yet. Stay just a little while longer.
JULIE: It really is getting terribly late.
 
(JULIE STANDS)
 
SHARON: Well, if you must...
 
(THEN A BRIGHT IDEA POPS INTO HER HEAD)
 
SHARON: But I was hoping you'd help me carry that antique wash stand upstairs. I'm so anxious to see how it looks.
JULIE: Why don't you wait for Karl to take it up?
SHARON: Oh, Karl...I have no idea when he'll be getting home and I'm like a child with a new toy...I can't wait to see if it's right for the bedroom.
 
(JULIE SEES SHARON'S ANXIOUSNESS)
 
JULIE: Okay. I guess a few more minutes won't hurt.
SHARON (delighted): Great.
 
(THEY EACH GRAB A SIDE OF THE WASH STAND AND START UP THE STAIRS)

EPISODE # 2904
AIRDATE: May 23, 1977

ACT THREE: INT. SHARON'S BEDROOM
(SHARON AND JULIE ARE STANDING BACK TO GET PERSPECTIVE ON THE SMALL, ANTIQUE WASHSTAND THEY'VE PUT IN PLACE)
 
JULIE: I like it there, do you?
SHARON: Yes. You picked the perfect spot for it!
JULIE (slaps her hands): Another job well done!
SHARON: You really have a marvelous eye for detail, Julie.
JULIE: Thank you. Now I have to run to what I laughingly refer to as 'home.'
SHARON: Must you?
JULIE: Doug's expecting me...
SHARON: Stay awhile longer. Just until we finish our sherry.
JULIE: Okay, and then I've really got to go.
 
ACT FOUR: FADE IN: INT. SHARON'S BEDROOM
(FOLLOWING. THE WOMEN SIP THEIR SHERRY. SHARON EYEING JULIE AS JULIE WALKS ABOUT ADMIRING THE ROOM)
 
JULIE: I love this big house of yours! I love everything about it! This room is what I've always dreamed of for a room of my own. And the bed is the absolute, positive, ultimate bed!
 
(SHARON GOES TO JULIE, TAKES HER HAND, SMILES AND PLUNKS HER DOWN ON THE BED)
 
SHARON: Take it! It's yours!
 
(JULIE, VERY GIRLISH, BOUNCES ON THE BED, LAUGHING)
 
JULIE: I wish!
SHARON (sits next to her): Take the house! Take everything!
JULIE: That's very generous of you, but I don't think Karl will understand.
SHARON: It's not Karl's house, it's mine. If I want to give it to my friend, I can!
JULIE: Here! Here! But for now, I'll just accept this lovely cameo. Thank you again, Sharon. It was awfully generous of you,
SHARON: I wanted to give you something, Julie. (beat) I've never had a friend like you.
JULIE: Oh, come on, Sharon, you've had lots of friends!
SHARON: Not really. Not like you. No one I could call a best friend.
JULIE: Not even when you went to school?
(SHARON SHAKES HER HEAD)
 
JULIE: Everyone needs a best friend. Especially when you're growing up. Someone to share your secrets with.
SHARON: I didn't, but now I have you...
JULIE: I'm very flattered. And you're certainly one of my dearest friends.
SHARON: Would it seem terribly selfish if I wished I were your only friend?
JULIE (laughs): Yes, it would. What would I do with all the others, write them a note cancelling our friendship?
SHARON: We would have elegant little notices printed.
JULIE: Amanda would love that!
SHARON: You're very close to her, aren't you?
JULIE: Yes.
 
(SHARON SUDDENLY RISES AND STRIDES TO THE WINDOW, A BITTER TONE IN HER VOICE)
 
SHARON: It must be marvelous to be able to make friends that easily.
JULIE: It doesn't take any special talent...
SHARON: Doesn't it?
JULIE: You make it sound so difficult...
SHARON: It is, for me...
JULIE (goes to her): All you have to do is give a little of yourself...
SHARON: What if nobody's accepting?
JULIE: They will, if you're open with them. I guess I've always accepted most people for what they are and enjoyed spending time with them. I've enjoyed the time we've spent together these last few weeks.
SHARON: So have I! They've been the most wonderful weeks of my life!
JULIE: Sharon Duval, you're the biggest fibber on God's green earth!
SHARON: I swear it!
JULIE (laughs): You can say that with a straight face? After living all over the world; hobnobbing with the International Set; seeing everything; doing everything, you expect me to believe a few weeks in quiet old Salem have been the best in your life?
SHARON (very quietly): Only because of you...
 
(AWKWARD BEAT. JULIE LAUGHS IT OFF)
 
JULIE: Oh sure, who wouldn't rather spend time with good old Julie Williams than with Princess Grace?
SHARON: I mean it...sincerely.
 
(JULIE, UNEASY NOW, IS UNABLE TO LOOK SHARON IN THE FACE, SO SHE LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW)
 
JULIE: That's, uh, very flattering...
 
(SHARON COMES UP CLOSE BEHIND HER)
SHARON: I - I cherish your friendship.
JULIE: I appreciate that, Sharon...
SHARON: I've never known anyone like you...I usually don't get along with women, but you're not like the others...
JULIE: That's what Doug always says...
SHARON: You mean a great deal to me...your friendship...
JULIE (really getting nervous, but covering): We'll always be good friends, Sharon. Gosh, it's getting late. I really must go.
SHARON: Karl won't be home for hours. Can't you stay a little longer?
JULIE: I shouldn't have stayed this long.
SHARON (dejected): Will I see you tomorrow?
JULIE: I'll call you.
SHARON: Do you mind if I don't go downstairs with you? I think I'll lie down...
JULIE (brighter, relaxed now): I'll let myself out. Call you tomorrow!
(SHARON HAS WALKED OVER TO HER DRESSING TABLE. SHE IS NOW MORE CHEERFUL)
 
SHARON: Wonderful!
 
(AS JULIE IS ABOUT TO LEAVE)
 
SHARON: Oh, Julie! Before you leave, I wanted to ask what you think of this new perfume Karl got me from Spain.
 
(HER CURIOSITY PIQUED, JULIE COMES INTO THE ROOM)
 
JULIE: From Spain?
 
(SHARON HAS THE PERFUME BOTTLE UNCAPPED. SHE PUTS SOME ON HER FINGERTIP AND DABS IT BEHIND JULIE'S EAR)
 
JULIE: Hmmm, nice. 
 
(SHARON HOLDS JULIE'S NECK AND WHISPERS QUICKLY, DESPERATELY)
 
SHARON: Please don't go, Julie. I love you.
 
(JULIE, SHOCKED SPEECHLESS, PULLS AWAY FROM SHARON)
 
JULIE: You don't know what you're saying...
SHARON: You're all that matters. I'm leaving Karl. I'll send him back to Madrid...
JULIE: Stop it, Sharon.
SHARON: I'll stay here in Salem with you. I'll give you anything you want.
JULIE: For God's sake, Sharon, stop it!
SHARON: You're all I have. Please love me!
JULIE: Sharon!
SHARON: Then just be my friend. Be close to me. You said you were my friend.
JULIE: I felt sorry for you. I was trying to help you. How could you think I ever...?
 
(SHE PUTS HER HAND TO HER BREAST WHERE THE CAMEO IS PINNED, REALIZES IT, RIPS IT OFF, AND THROWS IT ON THE FLOOR)
 
JULIE: I never want to see you again! Don't dare call; don't write; don't come anywhere near me!
(A MOMENT AS THEY FACE EACH OTHER)
 
JULIE: You're sick!
 
(SHE QUICKLY TURNS AND LEAVES. SHARON IS ROOTED TO THE SPOT. THEN SHE KNEELS, PICKS UP THE CAMEO AND HOLDS IT TO HER CHEEK. THE TEARS FLOW)
 
ACT FIVE: DOUG'S PLACE...SCENE IN PROGRESS BETWEEN DOUG, REBECCA, ROBERT AS JULIE ENTERS
 
(JULIE ENTERS, LOOKING WHITE AS A GHOST)
 
DOUG: Julie, what is it? You look all shook up.
 
(SHE SEES REBECCA AND BRUSHES DOUG ASIDE)
 
JULIE: Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Rebecca!
 
(SHE GOES TO HER AND EMBRACES HER)
 
JULIE: What a wonderful surprise!
REBECCA: Hello, Julie. It's so good to see you!
JULIE: When did you get here?
REBECCA: A short while ago.
JULIE: Why didn't you let us know you were coming.
DOUG: That's what I'd like to know.
REBECCA: Oh, it was just an impulse. I didn't have time.
JULIE: Where's Dougie? You did bring him?
REBECCA: Yes, he's in the other room, sleeping.
DOUG: Yeah. And Hope is standing vigil over him. She refuses to leave the baby.
JULIE: Oh, dear.
REBECCA: But I'm going to take him to a motel while we're here...
ROBERT: It's out of the question, Rebecca. I'm moving out.
JULIE: You don't have to move out, Robert.
ROBERT: But, Julie, we can't...
JULIE: No, no, no. That isn't what I meant. Doug and I will move out.
DOUG: We will?
JULIE: To my old apartment. That way there'll be plenty of room for everyone and Robert will be able to spend more time with his son.
 
(ROBERT AND REBECCA'S SPEECHES OVERLAP)
 
ROBERT: Oh, no, I can't put you out like that...
REBECCA: It isn't right...
JULIE: I will not hear another word! It is the only sensible solution!
 
(ROBERT LOOKS AT DOUG)
 
ROBERT: Is that all right with you?
(DOUG THINKS, LOOKS AT JULIE, WHO SEEMS VERY UPTIGHT, THEN NODS)
 
DOUG: Sure, I'll pack a bag.
 
ACT SIX: FADE IN: INT. SHARON'S BEDROOM
(ABOUT AN HOUR LATER. THE ROOM IS EMPTY AND OMINOUSLY SILENT. AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, WE HEAR)
 
KARL (offscreen): Sharon, I'm home! (beat) Are you upstairs?...Sharon?
 
(ANOTHER MOMENT OR TWO AND KARL ENTERS THE ROOM)
 
KARL: Sharon?
 
(HE SEES HER PURSE AND PICKS IT UP. TALKS TO HIMSELF)
 
KARL: That's strange. Where the devil can she be? Her car's in the garage, her purse is here...
 
(HE SHRUGS, IS ABOUT TO LEAVE THE ROOM WHEN SOME SIXTH SENSE PULLS HIM BACK. HE GOES TO THE BATHROOM AND CAREFULLY OPENS THE DOOR. HE LOOKS INSIDE AND GASPS)
 
KARL: Sharon!