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Favorite Scenes   September 1, 1993 N: There he is! Larry Wolek, the last doctor in the Northern Hemisphere to make- the house call! L: Well, I was on my way home, it was no problem. Besides, you sounded kind of upset. Is everything all right? N: Are you talking about America or the world in general? L: Come on, Nora, what’s going on? N: Oh, well, you know us lawyers. I think something’s wrong with me, Larry. I mean, something’s really wrong. N: Earlier today, I blacked out. L: Has that happened before? N: Occasionally, I mean, very occasionally, I mean, I guess- this is bad, isn’t it? L: Well, everyone’s migraines are unique to a certain degree. Look, what happened when you blacked out? N: I don’t know! That’s the scary part. L: Were you unconscious? N: Oh, no, I wasn’t unconscious, no. It’s sort of like, I don’t know, I just kind of phase out, someone presses a pause button or something, and when I wake up, some time has passed. L: How much time- days, hours, weeks, months? N: Oh, no, no- minutes. Five minutes today, and, um, is this something major? L: Well... N: I mean, I’ve been reading in medical manuals and... L: Ok, hold it- time out- do not read medical manuals. They will give you a headache, for sure. N: I’ll chase the ambulance, you’ll fix the people inside. L: Now you’re talking. N: Deal. L: All right. But first things first, let us assess the patient. N: Ooh, sounds so medical. Ah, I get to play Bambi and look into your headlights. (laughs) N: That’s it, that’s the last of those instruments from that torture chamber bag of yours? L: (laughs) That is the last sadistic instrument I have, at least with me. N: Oh, pity! (laughs) And? L: And as far as I can tell, there’s nothing wrong with you- except the headaches, of course. N: But. L: Now, look, Nora, 95% of headaches have no identifiable cause. Sometimes, a headache is just a headache! N: And the blackouts? L: Well, the blackouts are probably your way of retreating from the pain. N: So it’s normal? L: Well, it’s not normal, but it’s certainly not unusual. N: So I don’t have a brain tumor? L: No, Nora, you do not have a brain tumor. Of course, if you want to be absolutely sure... N: Oh, don’t say that, don’t say of course if you want to be sure, that means you are not sure that I don’t have a brain tumor, okay. L: Look, the odds are against... N: Oh, don’t talk about odds, you see, I’m a lawyer, and I’m trained to buck the odds. L: Okay, okay. Look, I’m going to give you something. N: A sedative, I’m sure. L: No, no. N: A straight-jacket? L: Here. The name of a specialist. N: Ah. A brain tumor man. L: Well, I don’t think he’d appreciate being characterized as that. No, he’s a neurologist. N: A brain tumor man. L: Well, all right. See, there are CAT scans and all kinds of other tests they can run to kind of specify what the cause is of your blackouts and headaches. And hopefully it’s not one caused by a brain tumor. N: Okay. L: Once we do find out what the cause is, we can go about treating it successfully. And in the meantime, I want you to get plenty of fresh air, I want you to eat properly, I know that’s not your favorite thing, but do you think you might manage that for a while? N: I’ll take a shot at it, but it’s so awful! L: Yeah? Is it more awful than migraines? (she looks at him) I thought as much. N: Can you do me a favor? Can we just keep this between us, you know, let’s just not tell Bo, you know, especially not about me... L: Being panic-stricken and freaked out and white as a sheet? N: Yeah. You see, he has this wonderful idealized view of me, and I’d hate to go smashing his... L: No, listen, we won’t tell him that underneath this steel veneer, you’re just as big a chicken as the rest of us. N: Thank you. Thanks a lot. L: And one other thing, do not read any more medical journals.... N: Okay, I promise. I know. I learned my lesson. Thank you so much for coming, Larry. L: You’re welcome. Oh, one last thing. N: Uh-oh. L: Until we find the cause and the treatment of this headache thing, avoid driving a car. I don’t want you to black out when you’re behind the wheel, okay? (Nora is shaken) Nora is by herself in the house looking for the keys. N: Come on, Nora, if your head wasn’t attached to your shoulders, you’d lose it- where are the car keys? Car keys? Car keys? Car keys! (remembers what Larry said and has a flashback relating to Sarah’s death) Blue car. It was a blue car. It was a blue car that ran Bo and Sarah off the road that night. You were driving a yellow car. A yellow car. So knock it off, Gannon, quit borrowing trouble. (picks up card Larry gave her and rips it up- leaves)   September 6, 1993 Powell is looking at the gun. He calls Nora, who is lying on the couch reading a book. N: Hello? Hello? Who’s there? P: Ms. Gannon? Nora. N: Powell? Is that you? Powell? P: I have to see you right away- in private. Powell arrives at Bo and Nora’s. N: Powell, why don’t you sit down and I’ll make you a sandwich or something, you know, I’ve never been know for my cooking, but sandwiches.... P: Why are you being so nice to me? I won’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again. N: You were my client, Powell. I cared about you, I still do. P: And look what it cost you. Those guys in Harrisburg wanted to disbar you, and all on account of defending us. N: No, it was the way I defended you, or didn’t, depending upon how you look at it. P: You were honest. They should honor you, not censure you. Sometimes being honest is the most difficult- I’m just sorry that you had all these problems on account of us. N: I appreciate you saying that, Powell. But nobody twisted my arm. I just followed my conscience, and I take full responsibility for everything that followed- including being censured by the bar. P: Conscience. Hard to tell what that is anymore. Do I even have one? N: Oh, yes. Otherwise you wouldn’t feel like you do. P: It’s not conscience with me, it’s weakness. But you’re different. You never run from anything, you face things head on, you’re unafraid. N: I get pretty scared. P: That only makes you brave . N: I think you’re pretty brave, Powell. It took a lot of courage to come forward and tell the police what happened in the alley the other night. I mean, if you hadn’t told the police that Todd attacked Marty, then Luna would still be facing charges. P: It wasn’t brave. I just couldn’t lie for Todd. N: You can’t lie for him anymore? P: I’m glad Luna’s free. N: That’s not enough. P: I know. N: Is that why you came to talk to me tonight, Powell? P: I need to talk, I need to tell you. N: You need to tell me what, Powell? P: Not just anyone, okay? Just you. N: Okay. P: You’re the only one I think I can- the night of- the night it all happened, the night of the Spring Fling... N: What happened that night, Powell? P: It’s true, what Marty said. Todd and Zach and me, we, we raped her. P: You know, if I could have one wish, just one- I wish I could be like you. N: Oh, Powell, please... P: No, I mean it. You’re brave, strong, sure of yourself- you do the right thing. Because you listen to a quiet voice inside you. Not other voices, loud voices like Todd’s and Zach’s. N: You know, in time you’re going to learn to listen to your own voice, too. P: No. I’ve never had that talent, and I never will. N: Why do you judge yourself so harshly? P: Somebody has to. I know you’re just trying to make me feel better, but believe me, Nora, I’m a lost cause. N: Now if that were really true, would you have come to me tonight, hmm? P: I needed you to listen. I’m so grateful for your kindness. I just wish- I just wish I deserved it. Goodbye, Nora. (leaves) (she ponders)   September 7, 1993 N: Help! B: Nora, what’s wrong? N: I think I’m killing a philodendron. B: Well, then, we’ll give it a decent burial. Listen, now that Todd and Powell confessed, you’ll have all this time on your hands to do...other things. N: I hope so. Oh, speaking of which, why hasn’t Hank called? If Powell went to the police last night to tell his story... B: Honey, listen- this is out of your hands now. Marty’s vindicated, the three boys who raped her are going to be punished, okay. Now, let’s see what we can do to resurrect this philodendron. N: Yeah. Good luck. N: All right, hotshot. Since you’re such an expert gardener, why don’t you show me how it’s done? B: No, no, no. N: Yeah, yeah, yeah. B: I wouldn't dream of it- you’re the one with the green thumb. N: Oh yeah? B: And the brown cheek. N: There’s nothing I hate worse than a critic. Either you get your fingernails dirty, or you keep your comments to yourself. B: All right, you’re right. This is just like everything else. N: That’s right. B: We’re in this together. N: Ooh. (kiss) B: Yeah. The first thing we have to do, we have to get the dirt off the paper, back in the pot. N: Why? It looks so good there! B: No, just listen to me. First of all, you don’t stuff it in too hard, you just cover the roots (is using mail he just brought in) N: No, no, no. Let me have this. Look at this- it’s from Powell Lord to me. B: No postmark. N: What’s in here that he didn’t or couldn’t tell me last night? B: Why didn’t he give it to you while he was here? Why did he have to leave it outside in the mailbox overnight? N: I don’t know, but there’s one way to find out. I’m going to give Hank a call. (gets on phone, doorbell rings) B: I’ll get it, I’ll get it. N: Thank you. B: (answers door, it’s Hank) Now, that’s what I call service. H: I beg your pardon? B: Nothing. Come on in. Nora was just going to call you. Honey, look who’s here. N: Yeah? Oh! Hey! H: Hey! N: Hey, where’s Powell? What happened to him? -break- N: Now he’s ready to face it! H: Well, maybe he ought to go back to being scared, because when we catch him...Nora? N: (holding her head in her hands) Oh, just find him, Hank. Just go and find him and them call me the minute you do. H: Nora, are you getting another one of those damn migraines... N: Will you just go and find him before the police do! Please do it. Please, I want to speak to him, first of all, I just want to speak to him, in spite of everything else that he’s done, and I want to help him. B: (walks in) Sorry! Is something wrong? N: No, I was just asking Hank to put some emphasis on that search for Powell. H: And I will, okay? Listen, Bo, you take care of this lady. N: Oh, come on, I’ll see you to the door. H: Hey, hey, I know how to find the door. You just relax, and try to get yourself some rest. N: Uh huh. H: All right. I’ll see you guys later. B: Yeah, see you later. (leaves) B: What was he talking about? N: Oh, you know Hank. He’s a bit overprotective, even about his ex-wife. B: Are you okay? N: I’m fine, I’m fine! It’s this philodendron that’s on death’s doorstep, come on, we have to save it, save it. (it is obvious that she is not fine) B: Okay, honey, we’re on a roll. Yeah, there’s no more problems about the trial, no more worries about the state bar association. So, here’s what we’re going to do on the homefront. You be in charge of planting and produce. That means you have to go to the green grocer every Saturday. I’ll take care of carpentry and clean-up....Nora? N: I’m sorry. What? B: Look, we’re supposed to be talking about household chores right now, not Powell Lord the third. Come on. (break)   September 9, 1993 Nora is trying to talk Powell out of committing suicide. P: How would you know, you spend a lot of time with guys who want to be dead? N: Just one. A man I was very close to. He stood on the ledge of a building and was a heartbeat away from jumping off. P: Why didn’t he? N: Because he realized he didn’t want to die so much as he didn’t know how to live anymore, and once he realized that, then all he had to do was start over. That’s exactly what he did- he started over. You can start over, too, Powell, you know that? Your life isn’t over any more than his was. P: Was your friend a rapist? N: No, but that’s not the point. Powell, he didn’t even have to go through what you did. He didn’t have to find the courage like you did to come forth with the truth. And honesty is the first step on the road back to life. And you’ve already taken that step, Powell. P: Yeah, and the next step’s prison! N: Yeah, yeah, you’re going to have to spend some time in prison, but why don’t you think of that as your punishment instead of what you’re trying to do in that room! Why don’t you look at your time in prison as a chance to start over not just as punishment? Powell, the forgiveness will come, I promise you. P: From who, the authorities? Who cares? Marty’s forgiveness is all that matters! She’s never going to give it to me, and I don’t blame her! N: She might have a much bigger heart than you’re giving her credit for. (aside) Get Marty on the phone. Tell her to get here now.   September 14, 1993 B: This sounds ominous. N: Just trust me. (going to go talk to Todd- kisses him) I gotta go. Bye. (leaves) Bo is talking to Powell about his almost suicide. B: It just consumed everything my life had been up until that point, and I just decided, you know, it might be a whole lot easier to just step off the ledge of a building than to continue to face that darkness. Fortunately, though, someone did for me what Marty did for you. And my friend, she helped me see that I could get through it, and more important than that, I could get beyond it. Is this making any sense to you at all? (he nods) Good, because I’d hate to keep telling you this for nothing.   September 15, 1993 N: (reading Powell’s confession) Marty begged me not to touch her, but I listen to Todd and Zach instead, and I raped her. In that moment, I think I stopped being a human being. B: (comes in the door) Are you cooking dinner tonight? Is that what I smell? N: Mmm, everything’s all taken care off. B: Oh, that’s great! I’m starving! (kisses her and walks off toward kitchen) Boy, it must be Cajun night down on the bayou. N: Uh huh. B: (comes back) Cause whatever you’re cooking here is certainly blackened. (opens lid of pot to lots of smoke -she looks up) Not charred. N: Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I completely lost track of the time. Here, let me... B: No, it’s okay, it’s okay! N: No, it’s not okay, I’m going to make you dinner, I’ll do it in twenty minutes fast, I promise... B: No, no, honey, I don’t expect you to be any better a cook than I am, and believe me, I’ve been burning stuff in this pan long before you were ever a lawyer. N: You’re not mad at me? B: No! I don’t care if you fill the whole place with smoke, if that means you’re going to stop fretting about this rape case. N: Well, I’m trying to. B: It’s not working. Look, you got Powell a new lawyer, right? You helped save his life, probably his soul, I think you’ve done just about everything that you can do. Now Powell has to pay for what he’s done. N: And serve the maximum sentence? Because that’s what Hank is going to ask for those three boys. And why should Powell have to serve the same time, why should he receive the same punishment as Todd and Zach, he’s the only one who even feels sorry for what he’s done...(headache) B: Hey, what’s the matter? Hey, Nora, are you okay? B: Oh, honey, listen, you’re still getting hit with the migraines. Come on, sit down. They’re still coming after you, and that’s why you haven’t been driving your car. Is that right? N: Yes, I’ve had a few migraines. But I saw Dr. Larry Wolek, and he wasn’t too concerned. B: Not concerned? You nearly keeled over just now! N: He said that once the rape case is over, then my tension will go away and my headaches will go away. B: Oh, come on, you’re hurting. And I can help you through this, you always helped me when I was hurting. (starts to massage her) Just don’t keep any secrets from me, all right? N: Like how bad a cook I am? B: No, that’s not really a secret. No, listen, I fell in love with you because of your heart, not because of your fettucini alfredo. N: My heart? B: Yeah, your heart, you know? There’s nobody who just flat out cares more than you do. I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, where’s that massager thing, I’m going to get that. You stay here, don’t move, don’t move. You drink this, all right? N: I think it’s in the dresser. B: Is that where you put it? N: I think so. (another flashback) Oh, please don’t start those dreams again. B: Okay. There you go. Now, just relax. Just relax. Look, I know how badly you want to help this Powell, but if he’s what’s bringing on your migraines, honey, you’ve got to let it go. N: You’re right, I should, I should let it go. B: No, no, no, you have to. Look at this. (holds up confession) Powell has already confessed, that’s in the past. Now, we have to look toward the future, because that is where we are going. (kiss) What’s that for? N: For helping me? You help me more than just neck rubs, you know that? I’m going to go take a pain pill. And then I’m going to make you the dinner of your dreams. So get your taste buds ready, fella. (kiss) (she leaves, he sighs) B: Oh, honey, this is some kind of record? You got dinner ready in 15 minutes! How did you do this? N: Well, see for yourself. (uncovers platter to find... B: This is the dinner of my dreams? Chinese takeout? N: Yep! I ordered your favorite dishes. And while we’re waiting for the delivery, I have planned a very tasty appetizer. (kiss) B: Oh, I’m going to like this. N: Good. Then get me out of this thing. (apron- he does) As a matter of fact, get me out of everything. (fade to black) B: (opening fortune cookie) Ah. Now is the time for new beginnings. (kiss) N: Oh. I’m sorry. You know what keeps gnawing at me? Here I was, I was Powell’s lawyer, his defender, and I couldn’t help him. B: Look, you didn’t have a choice, okay, because he never told you the truth about Marty’s rape until it was too late! N: That’s exactly right. You know, if I’d gotten him to trust me sooner, then maybe he would have opened up more easily. B: Honey, stop blaming yourself. N: I just feel so sorry for him. B: Powell survived, believe me, I talked to him today. I did. I told him that whole story about me wanting to jump off a ledge after Sarah died. Funny thing though, you know, I got the feeling he already knew that story. N: I told him I helped someone, I never would have told him your name, I swear... B: I know, I know- (kiss) that’s one of the things I love about you so much. The point of this is, you wanted Powell to know that when a guy gets to the end of his rope, there’s always a little more rope, you know, he can go on, isn’t that right? N: Yeah. B: Ok. Powell has chosen to do that, and he will go on. So you have to follow his lead, all right? You have to live your life, starting right now, starting with going to bed with me. Maybe we can get a little sleep this time. (carries her off) N: (on phone with Hank in middle of night) Hank, are you going to ask for the maximum sentence for Powell tomorrow? H: Look, Powell has a lawyer, remember? Steve Harrington, you recommended the guy yourself. Let him handle this. N: You’re giving me the bum rush. H: Nora, this is not your case anymore. Go to bed, it’s late. Goodbye.(hangs up) B: (coming in)Hank, right? N: Yes. Okay. I can’t let go. Say it, go ahead, I’m not Powell’s lawyer anymore, I’ve become obsessive, I can’t let go, but you know what, I can’t let Powell do a mammoth sentence at Statesville Prison. B: Why not? N: Because he’ll have to do it with Todd. And that’s going to kill that spark of decency that made him confess in the first place. B: You are going to have to forget about this. N: Bo, do you remember a little while ago, when you said that I shouldn’t keep things from you? Well, there’s something that you should know about me. I have got to help Powell, and I’m going to. Any way I can.