Deidre Hall Tribute

INT. AMANDA'S HOSPITAL ROOM (OPEN ON AMANDA, HER EYES CLOSED. AND WE HEAR BILL'S VOICE)

BILL (voiceover): The nurse tells me you're awake.

(AMANDA OPENS HER EYES, ANGLE TO INCLUDE BILL)

BILL: How goes the battle, okay?

(AMANDA BLINKS FOR YES)

BILL: Kind of amazing the way we can solve all of life's problems with a simple 'yes' or 'no.'

(THERE IS A SMALL ANSWERING SMILE ON AMANDA'S FACE)

BILL: Are they treating you alright?

BILL: If they aren't, let me know.

(THE IRONY ALMOST TOO MUCH FOR HIM)

BILL: I've got a lot of pull around here.

(BILL GOES TO CHECK AMANDA'S CHART, THEN)

BILL: You're down for therapy starting tomorrow morning. Don't worry if it sounds kind of weird when you start to try to talk. It's going to take you a while to say the words you want to say, that you think you are saying.

(AMANDA BLINKS ONCE)

BILL: We're all very proud of you. I want you to know that. It's taken a lot of guts not to get panicky. But then, I always knew you had it in you. Don't get uptight about tomorrow. I'll go down to therapy with you, alright?

(AMANDA BLINKS AND BILL TURNS TO GRIN AT HER)

BILL: You're a very satisfactory patient. You can't talk back to the doctor. If you have any questions, I'll give you the paper and pencil. Do you?

(AMANDA BLINKS TWICE FOR NO)

BILL: Good, I'll see you in the morning.

(BILL TURNS TO EXIT THE ROOM. CUT TO: INT. WAITING AREA OUTSIDE AMANDA'S HOSPITAL ROOM)

INT. WAITING AREA OUTSIDE AMANDA'S HOSPITAL ROOM (AS THE ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS AND MARLENA GETS OFF, LOOKING FOR THE FLOOR NURSE WHO IS AWAY FROM HER STATION. BRING BILL OUT OF AMANDA'S ROOM. MARLENA APPROACHES HIM).

MARLENA: I beg your pardon...

BILL: Yes, may I help you?

MARLENA: I'm looking for Dr. William Horton. They told me I could find him on this floor.

BILL: I'm Bill Horton.

MARLENA (holding out her hand): Hello, I'm Marlena Evans.

BILL (shaking hands): How do you do?

MARLENA: Dr. Powell has asked me to over as Mickey Horton's therapist.

(TAKE THE IMPACT ON BILL. HE LOOKS SURPRISED)

BILL: Kind of young, aren't you?

MARLENA: I'm a psychiatrist, if that's what you mean.

BILL: No offense, but you look like a first-year med student.

MARLENA: How could I take offense to that? I thought you might buy me a cup of coffee if you can take the time.

BILL: Sure, why not.

MARLENA: I like to find out as much as I can about a new patient going in. And I thought the best place to start would be with his brother.

BILL (with a sigh): Yeah, I guess I can fill you in on things better than anyone can.

(AND AS THEY WALK TOAWARD THE ELEVATOR, DISSOLVE TO: INT. LAURA'S DEN)

INT. LAURA'S DEN (SCENE IN PROGRESS BETWEEN ROSIE, HANK AND NATHAN, WITH HANK'S NOSE OBVIOUSLY OUT OF JOINT)

NATHAN: I do muss the oil fields, of course, but my new field of endeavor is equally fascinating.

ROSIE: I always said you could tell an oil man by the look in his eye. Spent some time in Oklahoma when I was a girl.

NATHAN: And that wasn't more than a few years ago, I wager.

ROSIE: How do you go on!

HANK: Yeah, don't he!

NATHAN: Well, I'm a man of few words when I talk about investing other folk's money. I take it as a solemn financial responsibility when I function in a fiduciary capacity.

HANK (stunned): When you do what?

NATHAN: When I advise folks how to invest their life savings.

ROSIE: Well, of course, it ain't exactly my life's savings...just the money I got from selling the farm.

NATHAN: You can rest assured I won't leave any stone unturned to put it to work for you at the highest possible rate of interest.

NATHAN: I beg your pardon?

HANK: Where are you aimin' to put Rosie's money?

NATHAN: I'll have to take it under advisement.

HANK: What does that mean?

NATHAN: That I'll weigh every opportunity carefully.

ROSIE: Always believed in a body taking caution.

NATHAN: My dear young lady...

HANK: She ain't your dear nothing, and she ain't that young...

ROSIE (annoyed): Hank!

HANK (flustered): You know what I mean, Rosie Carlson...

NATHAN: Only a figure of speech, my dear boy.

HANK: And I ain't your dear boy.

ROSIE: You'll have to forgive Hank, for not being up on his manners...

HANK: Don't go apologizing for me, Rosie...

NATHAN: It's perfectly alright, Mrs. Carlson. I can understand a friend's concern for your welfare. Of course, the investments I recommend will be of a highly confidential nature, you understand. Which I will want to discuss with you in confidence. I suggest we pick a time convenient for you. What about dinner as my guest one evening soon? Would that be possible?

ROSIE (flustered): Lands sake, I don't know. I got to make sure Missy and Doc Bill don't need me as a babysitter.

NATHAN: Perhaps your good friend here would fill in for you.

ROSIE: Trust him with my baby? Not on your life!

NATHAN: I'll give you my card and you can phone me when you've made the necessary arrangements.

(NATHAN TAKES ROSIE'S HAND TO KISS IT)

NATHAN: And I hope I have the pleasure of your company at dinner, my dear, soon. Good day.

(ROSIE IS IN A COMPLETE STATE OF SHOCK)

ROSIE: Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.

(AND NATHAN EXITS WITH A FLOURISH. HANK STANDS GLARING AFTER HIM. ROSIE IS STARING AT NATHAN'S CARD, MESMERIZED)

ROSIE: Nathan Curtis, Esq.

(ROSIE TRIES TO FIGURE THAT OUT)

ROSIE: Ain't that fancy. Abbreviatin' your last name that way. Nathan Curtis, Esq. My, my.

(TAKE HANK, ABOUT TO HAVE A CONNIPTION FIT, AND FADE TO BLACK FOR COMMERCIALS # 9 AND # 10 (2 minutes, 3 seconds)

INT. LAURA'S DEN. (TAKE IT UP IMMEDIATELY BETWEEN HANK AND ROSIE)

HANK: You ain't going, and that's that.

ROSIE: I ain't going where?

HANK: Out to dinner with him.

HANK: I say (fuming). "My dear boy." Huh!

ROSIE: I think Nathan's a fine figure of a man.

HANK: Oh, now it's Nathan...

ROSIE: Well, I don't rightly know what to call him, he's got such a fancy name...

HANK: I know what to call him.

ROSIE: Now, Hank. Doc Bill found me this nice man to help me invest my money...

HANK: I'm warning you, Rosie.

ROSIE: Hank, if you don't take the cake...

HANK: All I'm trying to do is make sure he don't take your money...and run off with it.

ROSIE (thinking ahead): I wonder what to wear. You liked that blue dress on me, didn't you?

HANK: You got other plans for tonight.

ROSIE: First I heard of it.

HANK: Didn't get a chance to ask you.

ROSIE: This is business, Hank.

HANK: Yeah, monkey business.

ROSIE (heading for stairs): You keep an eye on Jennifer Rose while I see if my blue dress needs a pressing...

HANK: Rosie Carlson, I'm putting my foot down...

ROSIE (staring to exit room): Well, watch where you put it. Because it usually winds up in your mouth.

(HOLD ON HANK, IN A STEW, AND DISSOLVE TO: INT. HOSPITAL COFFEE SHOP)

INT. HOSPITAL COFFEE SHOP (BILL AND MARLENA, EACH WITH A CUP OF COFFEE)

MARLENA: I'm sorry that the questions are so personal, Dr. Horton.

BILL: It's okay. I want to help any way I can.

MARLENA: You think it would if I saw your son, Michael...?

BILL: Possibly. I know he wants to do whatever he can for his dad.

MARLENA: You still think of him as Mickey's son.

BILL: He has been since the day he was born. Nothing ever will change that.

MARLENA: I understand your wife was Mickey's therapist for several weeks.

BILL: She took herself off the case when she felt she was losing her objectivity.

BILL: You probably don't. Laura still cares what happens to my brother. We all do.

BILL: The one who's been hurt the most is my son. Maybe in trying to help his dad, he'll help himself.

MARLENA: I thought if I saw the two of them together from time to time...

BILL: That's a good idea.

MARLENA: I'll have to introduce the idea casually, after I get to know your brother.

BILL: I'm surprised he okayed your being his therapist.

MARLENA: Because I'm a woman?

BILL: No, I expected him to pick a woman. But not a woman who had blonde hair.

(MARLENA SMILES HER SLOW, LOVELY SMILE)

MARLENA: He told me it was alright. He noticed that I'm not a real blonde.

(TAKE BILL, AN ANSWERING GRIN)

BILL: Maybe you'll do after all.

MARLENA: I'm going to take that as a compliment.

BILL: I meant it as one. And...take care of yourself.

MARLENA: With Mickey you mean.

MARLENA: You think he's still dangerous?

BILL: I guess you'll have to be the judge of that.

MARLENA: He tried to kill you.

BILL: Can you blame the man? I'd taken everything he had...his wife and his son.

MARLENA: You believe in telling it the way it is.

BILL: You have to know the whole story if you're going to help my brother. I want him to make it all the way back.

(MARLENA SEARCHES HIS EYES THOUGHTFULLY)

MARLENA: The problem is, does he?

(TAKE BILL'S REACTION AND FADE TO BLACK FOR COMMERCIALS # 11 AND # 12 (2 minutes, 3 seconds)

INT. HOSPITAL COFFEE SHOP (TAKE IT UP IMMEDIATELY BETWEEN BILL AND MARLENA)

BILL: You think Mick's given up hope...

MARLENA: I don't know. He's found a home. A comfortable cave to hide in. I'm going to have to try to coax him out into the light. If I can.

(UP ON HOUR GLASS/THEME. MATTE CARD/CRAWL).

Congratulations, Deidre, on your 30th anniversary as Marlena. Here's to many more years with "Days!"



	ACT FIVE *INT. AMANDA'S HOSPITAL ROOM* (OPEN ON AMANDA, HER EYES CLOSED. AND WE HEAR BILL'S VOICE) BILL (voiceover): The nurse tells me you're awake. (AMANDA OPENS HER EYES, ANGLE TO INCLUDE BILL) BILL: How goes the battle, okay? (AMANDA BLINKS FOR YES) BILL: Kind of amazing the way we can solve all of life's problems with a simple 'yes' or 'no.' (THERE IS A SMALL ANSWERING SMILE ON AMANDA'S FACE) BILL: Are they treating you alright? (ANOTHER BLINK) BILL: If they aren't, let me know. (THE IRONY ALMOST TOO MUCH FOR HIM) BILL: I've got a lot of pull around here. (BILL GOES TO CHECK AMANDA'S CHART, THEN) BILL: You're down for therapy starting tomorrow morning. Don't worry if it sounds kind of weird when you start to try to talk. It's going to take you a while to say the words you want to say, that you think you are saying. (AMANDA BLINKS ONCE) BILL: We're all very proud of you. I want you to know that. It's taken a lot of guts not to get panicky. But then, I always knew you had it in you. Don't get uptight about tomorrow. I'll go down to therapy with you, alright? (AMANDA BLINKS AND BILL TURNS TO GRIN AT HER) BILL: You're a very satisfactory patient. You can't talk back to the doctor. If you have any questions, I'll give you the paper and pencil. Do you? (AMANDA BLINKS TWICE FOR NO) BILL: Good, I'll see you in the morning. (BILL TURNS TO EXIT THE ROOM. CUT TO: INT. WAITING AREA OUTSIDE AMANDA'S HOSPITAL ROOM) *INT. WAITING AREA OUTSIDE AMANDA'S HOSPITAL ROOM* (AS THE ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS AND MARLENA GETS OFF, LOOKING FOR THE FLOOR NURSE WHO IS AWAY FROM HER STATION. BRING BILL OUT OF AMANDA'S ROOM. MARLENA APPROACHES HIM). MARLENA: I beg your pardon... BILL: Yes, may I help you? MARLENA: I'm looking for Dr. William Horton. They told me I could find him on this floor. BILL: I'm Bill Horton. MARLENA (holding out her hand): Hello, I'm Marlena Evans. BILL (shaking hands): How do you do? MARLENA: Dr. Powell has asked me to over as Mickey Horton's therapist. (TAKE THE IMPACT ON BILL. HE LOOKS SURPRISED) BILL: Kind of young, aren't you? MARLENA: I'm a psychiatrist, if that's what you mean. BILL: No offense, but you look like a first-year med student. MARLENA: How could I take offense to that? I thought you might buy me a cup of coffee if you can take the time. BILL: Sure, why not. MARLENA: I like to find out as much as I can about a new patient going in. And I thought the best place to start would be with his brother. BILL (with a sigh): Yeah, I guess I can fill you in on things better than anyone can. (AND AS THEY WALK TOAWARD THE ELEVATOR, DISSOLVE TO: INT. LAURA'S DEN) *INT. LAURA'S DEN* (SCENE IN PROGRESS BETWEEN ROSIE, HANK AND NATHAN, WITH HANK'S NOSE OBVIOUSLY OUT OF JOINT) NATHAN: I do muss the oil fields, of course, but my new field of endeavor is equally fascinating. ROSIE: I always said you could tell an oil man by the look in his eye. Spent some time in Oklahoma when I was a girl. NATHAN: And that wasn't more than a few years ago, I wager. ROSIE: How do you go on! HANK: Yeah, don't he! NATHAN: Well, I'm a man of few words when I talk about investing other folk's money. I take it as a solemn financial responsibility when I function in a fiduciary capacity. HANK (stunned): When you do what? NATHAN: When I advise folks how to invest their life savings. ROSIE: Well, of course, it ain't exactly my life's savings...just the money I got from selling the farm. NATHAN: You can rest assured I won't leave any stone unturned to put it to work for you at the highest possible rate of interest. HANK: Where? NATHAN: I beg your pardon? HANK: Where are you aimin' to put Rosie's money? NATHAN: I'll have to take it under advisement. HANK: With whom? NATHAN: Myself. HANK: What does that mean? NATHAN: That I'll weigh every opportunity carefully. ROSIE: Always believed in a body taking caution. NATHAN: My dear young lady... HANK: She ain't your dear nothing, and she ain't that young... ROSIE (annoyed): Hank! HANK (flustered): You know what I mean, Rosie Carlson... NATHAN: Only a figure of speech, my dear boy. HANK: And I ain't your dear boy. ROSIE: You'll have to forgive Hank, for not being up on his manners... HANK: Don't go apologizing for me, Rosie... NATHAN: It's perfectly alright, Mrs. Carlson. I can understand a friend's concern for your welfare. Of course, the investments I recommend will be of a highly confidential nature, you understand. Which I will want to discuss with you in confidence. I suggest we pick a time convenient for you. What about dinner as my guest one evening soon? Would that be possible? ROSIE (flustered): Lands sake, I don't know. I got to make sure Missy and Doc Bill don't need me as a babysitter. NATHAN: Perhaps your good friend here would fill in for you. ROSIE: Trust him with my baby? Not on your life! NATHAN: I'll give you my card and you can phone me when you've made the necessary arrangements. (NATHAN TAKES ROSIE'S HAND TO KISS IT) NATHAN: And I hope I have the pleasure of your company at dinner, my dear, soon. Good day. (ROSIE IS IN A COMPLETE STATE OF SHOCK) ROSIE: Pleased to meet you, I'm sure. (AND NATHAN EXITS WITH A FLOURISH. HANK STANDS GLARING AFTER HIM. ROSIE IS STARING AT NATHAN'S CARD, MESMERIZED) ROSIE: Nathan Curtis, Esq. (ROSIE TRIES TO FIGURE THAT OUT) ROSIE: Ain't that fancy. Abbreviatin' your last name that way. Nathan Curtis, Esq. My, my. (TAKE HANK, ABOUT TO HAVE A CONNIPTION FIT, AND FADE TO BLACK FOR COMMERCIALS # 9 AND # 10 (2 minutes, 3 seconds) ACT SIX *INT. LAURA'S DEN.* (TAKE IT UP IMMEDIATELY BETWEEN HANK AND ROSIE) HANK: You ain't going, and that's that. ROSIE: I ain't going where? HANK: Out to dinner with him. ROSIE: Who says? HANK: I say (fuming). "My dear boy." Huh! ROSIE: I think Nathan's a fine figure of a man. HANK: Oh, now it's Nathan... ROSIE: Well, I don't rightly know what to call him, he's got such a fancy name... HANK: I know what to call him. ROSIE: Now, Hank. Doc Bill found me this nice man to help me invest my money... HANK: I'm warning you, Rosie. ROSIE: Hank, if you don't take the cake... HANK: All I'm trying to do is make sure he don't take your money...and run off with it. ROSIE (thinking ahead): I wonder what to wear. You liked that blue dress on me, didn't you? HANK: You got other plans for tonight. ROSIE: I have? HANK: With me. ROSIE: First I heard of it. HANK: Didn't get a chance to ask you. ROSIE: This is business, Hank. HANK: Yeah, monkey business. ROSIE (heading for stairs): You keep an eye on Jennifer Rose while I see if my blue dress needs a pressing... HANK: Rosie Carlson, I'm putting my foot down... ROSIE (staring to exit room): Well, watch where you put it. Because it usually winds up in your mouth. (HOLD ON HANK, IN A STEW, AND DISSOLVE TO: INT. HOSPITAL COFFEE SHOP) *INT. HOSPITAL COFFEE SHOP* (BILL AND MARLENA, EACH WITH A CUP OF COFFEE) MARLENA: I'm sorry that the questions are so personal, Dr. Horton. BILL: It's okay. I want to help any way I can. MARLENA: You think it would if I saw your son, Michael...? BILL: Possibly. I know he wants to do whatever he can for his dad. MARLENA: You still think of him as Mickey's son. BILL: He has been since the day he was born. Nothing ever will change that. MARLENA: I understand your wife was Mickey's therapist for several weeks. BILL: She took herself off the case when she felt she was losing her objectivity. MARLENA: I see. BILL: You probably don't. Laura still cares what happens to my brother. We all do. MARLENA: Of course. BILL: The one who's been hurt the most is my son. Maybe in trying to help his dad, he'll help himself. MARLENA: I thought if I saw the two of them together from time to time... BILL: That's a good idea. MARLENA: I'll have to introduce the idea casually, after I get to know your brother. BILL: I'm surprised he okayed your being his therapist. MARLENA: Because I'm a woman? BILL: No, I expected him to pick a woman. But not a woman who had blonde hair. (MARLENA SMILES HER SLOW, LOVELY SMILE) MARLENA: He told me it was alright. He noticed that I'm not a real blonde. (TAKE BILL, AN ANSWERING GRIN) BILL: Maybe you'll do after all. MARLENA: I'm going to take that as a compliment. BILL: I meant it as one. And...take care of yourself. MARLENA: With Mickey you mean. BILL: Yeah. MARLENA: You think he's still dangerous? BILL: I guess you'll have to be the judge of that. MARLENA: He tried to kill you. BILL: Can you blame the man? I'd taken everything he had...his wife and his son. MARLENA: You believe in telling it the way it is. BILL: You have to know the whole story if you're going to help my brother. I want him to make it all the way back. (MARLENA SEARCHES HIS EYES THOUGHTFULLY) MARLENA: The problem is, does he? (TAKE BILL'S REACTION AND FADE TO BLACK FOR COMMERCIALS # 11 AND # 12 (2 minutes, 3 seconds) PROLOGUE *INT. HOSPITAL COFFEE SHOP* (TAKE IT UP IMMEDIATELY BETWEEN BILL AND MARLENA) BILL: You think Mick's given up hope... MARLENA: I don't know. He's found a home. A comfortable cave to hide in. I'm going to have to try to coax him out into the light. If I can. (UP ON HOUR GLASS/THEME. MATTE CARD/CRAWL). Congratulations, Deidre, on your 30th anniversary as Marlena. Here's to many more years with "Days!"