From: zlee@orion.it.luc.edu (Zena Lee)

Subject: Re: GL: Today-Tuesday-Tomorrow-The-White-House!
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Zena Lee (zlee@orion.it.luc.edu) wrote:


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: | * |    H I   G. L.   F A N S............ It's me, Zena!
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: Hold up y'll....pushing multiple & multiple & multiple piles of
: papers and books aside....  Where did I put that update?  Is this
: it? (inspecting..) No,..  No...  Woa, what's this??  No, that isn't
: it either... Here?  No,,.. No...,  No...   Ahh!...Opps, no, that's
: -my head-....<placing it carefully on shoulders...there!>..Hmmmm...
: Now, where on earth did I put the.. Ah-Ha!  Voila!!!!  Got it!!!












:       *********  T U E S D A Y,   M A Y  2 ,  1 9 9 5  **********





: CEDARS HOSPITAL
: +++++++++++++++
: Eve is working furiously on a lap-top computer...she shhhh's Ed's
: greeting, "What's going on in here? and holds up a finger <no, not
: -that- one!....>...She doesn't even look at him as she answers...
: Hello, my darling to be - - got tired of getting constantly caught
: sneaking off to the lab so I just brought the in lab here! (one of
: those...if Mo' can't come to the mountain thangs, I guess..)

: She tells him 'bout the comparisons of her notes with another
: doctor that is doing research in the field.  It's good!, she
: exclaims...It's looking really good.  Rick comes to the doorway and
: gestures Ed over to it.  Dad, I hate to be reality here...but, if
: Eve doesn't send Mo' back to the mountains soon and let me treat
: her, we're going to lose her.

: BOARDING HOUSE
: ++++++++++++++
: Matt, is assisting lil'Pete with his breakfast, without benefit of
: a "much needed" place-matt.  Pete is messily eating light yogurt
: and some other items spread out on the table.  Matt mentions to the
: little tyke that with him 'round, who needs an alarm clock!  <get
: use to it buddy!>

: Dinah comes downstairs mumbling same...only her lament is that it
: just isn't "...proper etiquette!"..<I can relate.  Peter afterall
: should now better!>


: Matt quickly tires after only 10 minutes of daddyhood.  He inquires
: from Dinah the toddler's Mom's whereabouts..."Beats me, last I seen
: her she was riding off on some motorcycle..."  Poor Matt.  Seems he
: has two kids on his hands this morning.  Dinah begins whining about
: there being no coffee...holding up the empty pot...  "Make some",
: yells Matt.

: PAPER
: +++++
: Nick tells Holly that two rusty grown men and one robust teenaged
: boy cannot manage to brown some damn waffles in a stupid toaster
: without her assistance and ...stupid red believes this.  "We're
: back to handfuls of dry cereal."  <good!  Males *that* helpless
: deserve nothing more!!

: The three discuss Tangie and the possibility of her going to jail
: if she doesn't .."reveal her source."  I lay odds she doesn't open
: her mouth, says Nick.  As a genuine journalist she can't, insists
: Fletch.  Holly decides the smart thing would be "to get her a
: lawyer before it's too late.", although she picks up the phone and
: dials a not-so-smart attorney for the case,..."Ross Mauler,
: please."

: DINER
: +++++
: Buzz is trying to incite a riot with Ms. Hill's name on it.  We
: cannot touch the money until she comes clean!  Alex tells the mob
: to be cool 'til she makes a call.  Buzz continues...So, everybody
: that lost their home, cannot rebuild, can't do squat...nuthin,
: nada, zilch....why?  Money's impounded ....that is, 'til Hill
: talks...

: Tangie comes in holding a check visibly in front of her for
: protection, as though symbolizing a white -I surrender\don't jump
: me- flag...She tells the crowd..."Everybody on 5th street can start
: rebuilding today, cuz I got somebody to cover for the impounded
: money until it's released."


:        ____________________INTRO PLAYS___________________


: DINER
: +++++
: Buzz is in denial, "Oh, come on...who has 75,000...??"  Somebody
: that threw in a little extra for progress says Tangie.  Soooo, says
: Alex, over raising an eyebrow, what did you do to get this?  <my
: sentiments exactly..>  Just asked!, snaps the confident blonde. 
: Oh, I see and all you had to do was bat those baby blues and say
: please?, presses Alex hinting at a possibility of prostitution...


: Buzz doesn't care, he's sold *his soul* for more or less...he grabs
: it muttering to Alex...you'll get it all back as soon as we get
: it...

: Tangie goes over at the bar looking distant..Buzz follows her and
: confesses to wanting his reputation back...


: CEDARS HOSPITAL
: +++++++++++++++
: Ed cannot believe that Eve would sabotage her recovery...  He
: stares at his son in disbelief...She isn't cooperating?....She 
: hasn't said anything to me.  What are you two =whispering= about
: out there?, yells Eve.  We are 'not' whispering, we are consulting,
: yells back Ed.  Well, consult in here, I'm a doctor too, she quite
: frankly reminds them!  They go into her room and Rick asks her why
: she keeps putting off the bone marrow transplant.  Eve beats around
: the brush on answering...

: Finally she tells the two that chances for survival with the
: disease and bone-marrow transplants isn't promising.  "No one has
: ever survived this..."  She fakes a rosey outlook, "But I have a
: feeling that I'm going to be the first one..."  <Rick has a "uh-oh,
: you're doomed and I'ma be again stuck labeled martyr" look on his
: face...>

: After Ed leaves....Rick tries to go over the procedures with her as
: she begins to type on her computer seemingly to not hear him.. Eve!
: Eve!...Eve!...(he touches her shoulder)...You're trying to hide
: something?  You want to know the truth?  Rick gives her a sharp,
: "sure, that would help glance", as he admits to _trying to save her
: life._  That's exactly what I'm trying to do..save my *own*
: life...(she leans forward, her voice lowering)...don't say anything
: to Ed or anyone in this hospital...But, by comparing my work with
: Randall Peters..."I think I might have found a cure."


: BOARDING HOUSE
: ++++++++++++++
: Dinah is having a tantrum and like all younger siblings, lil'Peter
: is watching her for future pointers..."I have to clean too?" 
: Life's messy, Matt tells her, clean it up!!  Dinah tells Matt that
: she =hates= cleaning AND washing dishes even...<hmmm...how are you
: on boinking?...Oh, =that= I can do!>  

: Michelle comes downstairs and thanks Peter for waking _her_ as
: well..I forgot to set my alarm..  She's thankful, so she says it to
: him like a compliment.  She checks the refrigerator for Gidget's
: chore list....yep, they're -all- on it...Dinah is disgusted.   She
: sits momentarily to ask her little step-brother.."what -is- it
: about you that Vanessa thinks soooo special?"


: Michelle nosily interrupts her, "Don't they wash dishes in Paris?" 
: Matt tells Dinah that she'll either work or pay-much-more...Dinah
: decides to boink but in the mean time, in between time, she -could-
: tackle the dishes.  When it becomes obvious that she doesn't even
: know ^how^ to wash dishes..Michelle shows her. .((here put some of
: this <dishing liquid> in...it might help to use a sponge...{they
: can't be serious?}  Someone's at the door.....

: Matt walks over and opens the door and Roger steps in.  Upon
: hearing his name Dinah turns around from the sink yelling,
: "Roger!", and runs over to him with open arms...  He sidesteps her
: like in one of those comedy sitcoms and instead of reaching him,
: she only embraces open air with a funny expression on her face...

: Roger ignores Dinah's faux pas, "Hi Michelle!" 


: DINER
: +++++
: You want your rep back? repeats Tangie adding...wistfully.. What'y
: think I am?...A miracle worker?  Buzz blames her..."These charges
: hanging over my head are your fault."  Say it once and not
: again...says Tangie, "I don't know who took the money..."  

: Buzz can't hear her... Who...Can't hear ya...Who...?  Your wasting
: your time.  How can you live with yourself, when you know that I'm
: innocent?...  I'ma tell you one last time...."I  DON'T KNOW!"  Tell
: Cutter?, he asks doubtfully.  I can't do THAT!....I *won't* do
: that...as a journalist, I cannot reveal my sources.  Now,,, or
: ever!!..  Cutter will find out....This high and mighty attitude of
: yours won't last...  Tangie leaves in a huff, yelling..."Thanks a
: lot for being sooo understanding!"


: BOARDING HOUSE
: ++++++++++++++
: "OOOOOh Roger I'm sooo," begins Dinah.  Roger cuts her off, "Peter!
: "Michelle, I cannot believe how big you've gotten.."...with this
: expression on his face like, keep =that= up and you should make my
: list...  M. gets the insinuation quickly saying, "Thank you Mr.
: Thorpe,, can't wait!"

: M. pretends to wanna do the dishes for Dinah.  "Oh, if you did, I'd
: love you forever!" exclaims Dinah.  Matt reminds her of school...
: Oh, yeah, and I wanted to stop off at the hospital too.  She leaves
: bidding the toddler goodbye.

: Roger begins cooing the kid about "how handsome he's getting." 
: And, the kid's future..doctor,, lawyer,,,...   Nah!, Matt begins
: teasing \maybe/ a rock-musician...Bruce S. stops the kid from
: crying...

: Dinah can't stand it all  "What +is it+ about this kid that makes
: everyone so goofy???"  Rog has a right cuz he's the kid's Grandpa,
: reveals Matt.  Dinah is astonished!  Then adds how she _SAW that
: being true_...giggling...<grey hairs elsewhere perhaps?>  Roger is
: as far away from amused as he is to the very first time he made-
: love to a woman....  Dinah then proceeds to adding insult to injury
: by getting Rog wet with the sprayer...Oppps..(she laughs)...who
: knew?...So powerful!.  She drops something wet with water all over
: floor..oh,,, slippery hands..oh!'''

: Roger sternly looks at Matt, "What are you saying?".  I was just
: *saying* that I'm more than just a boarder here.  Roger, I'm
: Peter's Uncle and after Vanessa and I are married, I'll be Pete's
: step-father. Roger's head jerks toward him in -complete- disbelief.

: <<Oh yeah!  If Ed, Ross and Roger and all those other old wrinkled
: pickles can have some pretty-young-thangs...why can't Van?... well,
: in her case it's rather literal... having a =young thang=!!>>



: PAPER
: +++++
: Fletch is talking....=Ross if the courts are -intent- on putting
: Tangie in jail, being a mediocre lawyer at best, there isn't much
: you can do about it=.  Yeah, but I can slow it down, claims Ross. 
: Red ain't convinced...Can you keep her out of jail?  Oh, come
: on!...We've all had to go to great lengths for our sources...right
: Nick?...Fletch extends his arm at him...  

: Nick agrees and tries to prove how he once wasn't so meaningless...
: "..yeah, I had the state department breathing down my neck..
: ....publisher....forcing me outta the country..

: Fletch tries to one-up him...forgetting that regardless of their
: fantastic beginnings they are both still currently pointless
: idiots...so to speak anyway..."I had the same problems myself, of
: course, this was dating back to the 70's (of course!)...and ..oh,
: I forgot I can't tell you guys about THAT,,,,it's -still- a
: secret."

: Red stops the nonsense...<thanks!>...She stands up...--Oh come on! 
: Who cares about you jerks long-lost fame.  We're talking about
: sending an innocent woman to jail!  I don't think she'll look upon
: it as an.....adventure-- ..She spats the last word in Fletch's face
: for emphasis...<tanks again red!>

: Nick leaves for an 'adventurous lunch' with his mommy as proof of
: just -how unadventurous- his life really became... "Alex is waiting
: for me at the diner and if I don't come to her she'll come looking
: for ME!" <he says this as though impressed that =anyone=... even
: his Mom, would wanna be bothered with his skinny ass!!  I -hate-
: thin men...yuk!>

: He runs into Tangie .."Go in there, they're talking 'bout ya...and,
: unlike earlier, this time your names AAAAAAAALLLLL over it...!

: Tangie reluctantly walks in....

: Fletch puts his hands on his hips glaring at her, "The police are
: looking for you."  I just saw them at the diner and they seem to
: think that just because of my informant, I -knew- who took the
: money.  She assumes this doe-look to her expression...  


: Ross interrupts,,,,'Uh, wait a minute ....I cannot know anything
: about the informant OR the money.....That's privileged information!
: You see, that would prohibit my being at the boinking disposal of
: a promiscuous blabber-mouth...Sorry guys but, can't have that!
: ...Nope...Nope..Nope!  That just won't do!

: Tangie looks at him as if to say..."shut the |F| up!...You,,,
: You,,, Woody Allen wannabe"....""Some privileged information,,,I
: mean, I have everybody trying to wring it outta me!!....Everybody!
: She then checks off her long list of prospective callers\suitors
: ...The D.A. ,,,Cutter,,,Buzz Cooper,,,I mean everybody on 5th
: street,, every reporter!  Fletcher, I don't know how much more of
: this I can take...

: Ross suggests her leaving town 'til it blows over.  Isn't that
: obstructing justice?, asks Holly.  No, insists Ross, that way..they
: can focus on solving the case!!  Once that's done, I can get paid
: for nothing but a few sentences of advice...thinks Ross.  However,
: he further advises only 1 of them should know where she'll be...
: either Fletcher -or- Holly...

: Too late!  No one's going anywhere, says Fletch as Tangie, Ross and
: Holly follow the direction of his stare....all eyes watch Cutter
: enter looking, per usual, quite smug&vindictive.



:    ==========================half-time===========================




: BOARDING HOUSE
: ++++++++++++++
: Rog is trying to make Matt appear all wet...  "Good, that'll stop
: all the innuendoes and all that Vanessa thinks you JUST a passing
: fancy"...  He picks up the baby rubbing Peter's back..."they can
: sense when grown-ups are upset..  Dinah is watching and loving the
: entire exchange..

: Matt goes over to the steps and reaches for his jacket as the print
: of his 'yt' <see above> shows admirably through his jeans...Dinah
: is starring at him, noticing this too.  He glares angrily at her,
: "What are +you+ looking at?"  Nothing!, she turns around, "Not my
: type!  Was nice to see you again Mr. THORPE!!"  "Oh yeah, you too
: Dinah," answers Rog, who's preoccupied with his grandchild...  She
: slams outta there and goes outside..

: Dinah lights a cigarette on the porch as Matt watches from the
: window...


: DINER
: +++++
: Buzz and Nadine are arguing... "Where do you get off accusing
: Carrol?" <that name!>  Are you jealous?  What?  I -thought- you  
: were trying to make me j...  Nadine explodes...Buzz apologizes... 
: "We're divorced, looks like you really have something there.." 
: Right on cue, the gentleman-love in question enters comes up behind
: her ..and says something in her ear...

: Nearby...
: ++++++
: Libidoless-son is sarcastically explaining to his equally
: libidoless-Mom that things are swell at the paper,,, just
: dandy,,,,,A-okay!!  Oh,...and, "We have a reporter that can leap
: tall buildings in a single bound...Why don't we get to why we are
: =really here=...Holly&Fletch"...<groan...not an awful remake of
: _When Holly Met Fletcher_...time to upchuck>

: PAPER
: +++++
: Detective Cutter!!....Fletcher is yelling over Cut's too-happy-
: recital of reading Tangie her rights...You have the right to remain
: silent...anything you say can and will be held against you in a
: court of law...  What about the 1st amendment!!!, yells Fletch...

: Cutter is ignoring him..."You have the right to an attorney and..."

: Ross interrupts...I've already informed my client...  Cutter
: glances quickly over his shoulder at him then back at Tangie...
: ..."Whatever Counselor"...

: Fletcher, Holly and ....well, they all say they're going downtown
: with Tangie...  Cutter tries to play off the fact that he's totally
: and immensely enjoying tormenting yet another helpless victim...I
: don't think the handcuffs are necessary..(he waves them at
: Tangie...)  Tangie acts like she doesn't care answering, "I
: wouldn't have it -any- other way!"  So, Cutter slips them on to see
: if he can persuade her otherwise...  She looks at him like a
: wounded doe in shock, she just keeps shaking her head from side-to-
: side..

: As they're about to walk out, a photographer for the Journal
: newspaper stops 'em... "Alright, watch the birdie!"..  A forlorn
: picture of Tangie in handcuffs is taken.


: CEDARS
: ++++++
: Rick's talking on the phone as Eve sits patiently on her bed
: waiting for him to hang up....  Finally, he does, turning to her
: with a smile..."The donors are better than I thought!"  She looks
: at him..."You're not listening to me, I don't "need" chemotherapy
: ...I don't "need" a transplant..I'm telling you that I might have
: the cure right in my lab!"  Eve, a week ago you had a -million-
: questions!  That was before...now I have all of Randalls hypotheses
: giving me the missing links...months of trial&error...  No!  A bone
: marrow is as experimental as I'm gonna get!!  Eve begs..."Just a
: couple of doses and..."

: Rick interrupts her...and WHAT???....You'll be cured??  Eve gets
: pissed and yells loudly at him..."I AM TALKING TO YOU DR.-TO-DR.!" 
: Rick gets angrier and yells louder..."THEN, START SOUNDING LIKE ONE
: DAMMIT!!!"  Tell me about the side-effects...  Eve keeps pleading
: her case...  What works in a test-tube Eve, isn't reality!!!...You
: haven't even tested it on human subjects...animals even!!   But I
: will!!...she lets out a loud sigh...  "You're right..go ahead with
: the donors, etc..."  Rick apologizes..."I'm sorry for yelling at
: you...I wanna see your research, really I wanna see it!,,,But we
: have to present it to the protocol board and get approval.  I gotta
: go but I wanna talk more later, okay?  He leaves her alone...

: Eve begins writing in her journal...."Even though Dr. Bauer has
: found a suitable donor.  I am so close to discovering a cure, I
: feel it is time to administer,,,, the first dosage..."  She takes
: the notebook with her upon leaving the room...

: Ed and Michelle miss her by seconds...Eve!, calls out Ed as the two
: enter her room...  M. looks disappointedly at her Dad..."She's
: gone!"

: BOARDING HOUSE
: ++++++++++++++
: Bridgett comes in wearing her same clothes from the previous day. 
: She walks straight to her kid....Come here you...give me a big
: kiss!!... {..Smooch!!..}  She notices Rog there and her and Matt
: play off the fact that she didn't come home all night.

: Didn't you get the note I left you this morning?, she looks at her
: Bro.  You went on a motorcycle, Bridgett?, inquires Grandpa... 
: "Roger next time you come over, please call!" <tell him!>

: This only adds to Roger discontent..."This place is nothing more
: than a _Glorified Commune_ kids need more stability....you just
: pass him from person to person to person...  Matt butts in, taking
: up for his sister..."Roger you're outta line,... Thought kids
: didn't like adults getting upset in front of 'em?"  Peter has two
: Moms...AND, very-very soon, he'll have a new father.  Uh..Oh...Matt
: did it now...

: Roger turns to him and says in a voice calm enough to belong to an
: insane person.  It just doesn't fit-in with the earlier yells
: and explosive emotions...."My son Hart is this boy's father and
: don't you _ever_ forget it!"

: PAPER
: +++++
: "Front page news!!"  Fletch tells the guy who took Tangie's
: picture.  Soon as possible, I want that print!  "Fletcher what do
: you think you're doing?, cries Red,... How about this for front-
: page news, publisher strangles editor in full view of all the
: staff!."

: {how 'bout Tues. updater strangles boring&uncreative editor?...
: Oppps, almost forgot z' anonymous mail I received suggesting I
: =rethink= harming the weasel...damn!}...  How can you do that to
: Tangie?, asks Red..  She should be proud of what she's doing! Well,
: she's =not=,,,she's terrified and you are capitalizing on it!

: That picture will make me more creative than I ever dreamed Red...
: Sometimes life makes us make decision we wouldn't have picked for
: ourselves...<no shit!>  That's baloney!, yells Red.  He continues
: ...Quit with the holier-than-thou attitude...we are putting out a
: paper, not some greeting card!  Sometimes life is a not-so-nice
: place and people need to speak up to change things.... for the
: better!  Now, If you don't like these hard, cold FACTS of
: reality...

: Tangie needs to pay her dues, she's tough....she CAN do it!!,
: insists Fletch.  You're wrong!! yells Red....(they hug and thrust
: their hip-bones together)... You're wrong! he yells back...  He
: then asks her the "F" question, but the wrong one...  "You wanna
: fight?"  He start to kiss like they haven't in years....(very
: hungrily)


: DINER
: +++++
: Nick is calling his mother bitter when he knows that to be
: precisely the make-up of any bitch.  How can bitterness lead to
: anything but...  Holly and Fletcher were pawing each other like
: hormonal teenagers last night at the Towers club, why would I wanna
: hear any more disgusting details from you darling?"

: Must face facts...he's not coming back to you...  Aren't you
: bitter?  No, I've handled my anger...she'll tire of Fletcher and
: run back to Rog.  In fact, I'm going to completely forget about
: Holly Lindsey..  But first, I must rattle off Holly's bad points.
: ..she's a self-centered, conceited and a vindictive, lying...b.... 
: Nick interrupts her, "If we can't change the subject, I'm gonna
: have to go!"  <didn't HE bring it up?...jerk!>

: Another table...
: +++++++++++++
: Nadine is telling Carrol she can't understand why Buzz manages to
: always land on his feet.  How and why 5th street stays a'buzz
: alllll because of Buzz!  It's driving her batty...  Buzz is loudly
: making a speech to some people in the diner..."Amazing!  He always
: manages to come off as a hero."  (Carrol takes his arm from around
: her, realizing no man could possibly satisfy the icon she's made of
: Buzz.  Not even the icon....)


: JAIL STATION
: ++++++++++++
: Cutter is staring off into distant space...Levy approaches him from
: behind..."Don't you think you're being a little hard on Miss Hill?"
: ....I know what I'm doing....(right...you're getting even...but you
: already got -very mad- so what's the point?)

: Cutter walks over to her cell...You could be in here a long time,
: y'know?  Tangie is devoid of all cockiness as she =very= meekly
: utters..."I could win a pulitzer prize or something..."  Cutter
: continues unimpressed...Anyway you might see an occasional bug,
: mouse...rat!  What's that suppose to scare me??, some of Tangie's
: bravo returns..." I've dated most of them!" <alright...I luv it!>

: Like someone with achy bones&muscles on Ben Gay...Cutter just keeps
: rubbing it in...in ....IN..."Kinda stuffy in here..hot in the
: mornings...a smelly kitchen down there the hall...gets kinda drafty
: at night....so, you'll probably want an extra blanket...Blondie
: interrupts him...Come here...come here...((he comes closer)) 
: You're not scaring me!...  I'm not trying to..  Really, then, why
: the mind games?  Cutter confesses to it being much more than
: that...-You don't get it do you?  It means a LOT more to me than
: you think!-  <right...his manhood is at stake!>  Just tell me who
: took the money!  She stares silently at him...

: CEDARS
: ++++++
: Father and daugher are talking in Eve's room.  M. is worried about
: him "This -has- to be getting to you...."  Ed reassures her..
: ..'It's no problem...Eve's keeping most of the awful details from
: me.  He tells her not to worry and she returns the exchange - -
: leaving to go back for school as Ed wanders over to a window and
: looks out it..

: Next scene....
: ++++++++++
: Eve gives herself a large dosage of medicine with a rather big
: needle....she repeatedly blinks as the medicine seeps into her...

: DINER
: +++++
: Darling put your money away...I think I can handle it...says Alex
: to her son.  Nah, when it comes to diner food, I can handle it;
: besides, I prefer you to pay only when it's really expensive like
: the Towers club, Country club, etc.  Alex understands leaving....
: "Bye-Bye Everyone..."  As she leaves she runs into Ben...  "Right
: on time," she smiles at him.  "What's up?  I have a class in a
: bit?"  He adds that it's too weird getting dropped off by a limo. 
: She bribes him...Remember that new game you wanted...I got it! 
: He's too slap-happy now..."Got a tv in the car?"  "Yep, and a vcr!"
: (Suddenly getting dropped off by a limo ain't so weird at all.)


: JAIL
: ++++
: Cutter is talking to Tangie...Well, you leave me no choice...won't
: kiss my ass - - I'll put -yours- in the slammer...he slams the bars
: shut...Tangie goes over and sits on the tiny cot.

: PAPER
: +++++
: Fletch is answering Red...."We are better than okay"... I love
: you!, he exclaims.  I love you too but we're fighting again..  Hope
: we 'fight' like this for the rest of our lives, wishes Fletch.... 
: She mentions Rog...then, Alex...If we don't screw it up, how can
: anyone else?  Fletch agrees...  You're agreeing with me...don't 
: -ever- agree with me, she laughingly says..As they hug he mutters..
: "Sorry!...but you're completely wrong."

: BOARDING HOUSE
: ++++++++++++++
: No...not again yells Bridgett.. I'm never, EVER going to argue
: Peter's parentage...Hart is his biological father and Matt will be
: his step-father and if you don't like it,,, that's just too damn
: bad!! She storms off..

: Matt and Rog size each other up....Brains&Brawn, Young-Dark-
: Looks\Bushy-Brows&Mature-Dark-Looks\Bush-Brows, Tight Jeans&
: Business Suit, Youth&Wisdom, Hot-Buns&Suaveness, Hunkville&
: Hunkville, Make-me-moan&Make-me-roar,,, Ohh-La-La&Yesssss!,,
: (AHHHHH!!!  I can't chose!!!  {{blushing..}}  I WANT THEM BOTH!!!
: Yesss in the *worst way*..Since Matt's 1st day....I think it was a
: Thursday!!,,,,...urh,..sorry!  Roger leaves...

: As he comes out the door holding his suit-jacket slung over his
: shoulder Dinah is putting out her square.  She attacks him...with
: light hits..."Don't you =ever= play like you don't know me again,
: like I'm nobody..."  Look, if they trace that =I= gave them back
: the money, and you and I are seen somehow together...they might try
: to implicate you!, replies sly as a fox Rog...  

: Selfish Dinah understands this logic...I mean, why should she
: suffer ___any___ consequences for her misbehaviors??  We don't want
: anybody knowing how close we are.  True, no sense you dragging me
: down with you...she puts on a pouty face...<gotta give her that
: pout!  Damn good!!  Only soap actress that good was...Reva>  Roger
: laughs...It works for him!

: Take me away from this dump...my bed's no bigger than a stretcher
: ...but the worst thing is that every where you go there are these
: baby smells... "It's sooooo disgusting!!!!" <hysterical!> She
: buries her face in his chest...""Please...take me away from
: here...!!""  

: He places an arm on her shoulder...Ms. Chamberlain-Mauler this is
: your home; for now anyway..  She pouts...What's wrong with you??
: We're good together...why deny that?"  Matt is inside watching them
: from the window. 

: Zena...if I live through Tuesday's finale, see y'll thereafter...

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:    We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express 
:    our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame.  
:    If white people are pleased we are glad.  If they are not, 
:    it doesn't matter.  We know we are beautiful.  And ugly too.   
:    ....If colored people are pleased we are glad.  If they are 
:    not, their displeasure doesn't matter either.  We build our 
:    temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on 
:    top of the mountain, free within ourselves.
:                                           Langston Hughes
:                                              1902-1967
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