The
following Wednesday Christy arrives on the porch of the cottage
with Joshua on her hip. She rings the door bell and Steven
answers.
Steven: You must be Christy. Hi! My mom and Dad are in the
kitchen. But, don�t worry. I don�t think my Mom�s doing
anything dangerous like cooking!! Oh, I'm supposed to ask
you if you or Josh want anything to drink.
Christy: No. We're fine. Thanks. Are you Steven?
Steven: Yeah, the squirt over there is Kirk. Does he walk?
(pointing to Joshua)
Christy: Oh, yes. Just not really all that big of a talker
just yet.
Steven: Can we play with him? I promise to watch out for
him. I'm the big brother, you know. We got this
really cool treehouse and video games and swings out back.
Joshua: Sings!! (Squiggling out of her arms)
Steven: Yeah, swings!! You�re gonna fit right in here.
I can tell.
Christy: Okay. But keep an eye on him, please, he's little
and not used to anyone else but me, ok?
Steven: Sure, leave it to me, I got it covered. (all three
boys head out back)
Begins looking at the pictures of Marley and Tyrone and Michael
and all the others scattered around the house.
Christy: Man, Jake! You've got a real family thing going on
here, don't you? Always figured you were kinda like me.
All alone in the world. You and Vicky.
Vicky: (who has overheard this) We were, growing up we were
all alone. We had each other and Bridget and that was it.
How about you, Christy?
Christy: Actually, if we're going to be friends, you should use
my name. Christy is just a nickname Jake came up with for
my umm . . . professional name..
Vicky: Oh. Okay. What do you want us to call you?
Christy: Any form of Rebecca. Becky or Becca will be fine.
Vicky: Becca it is then. You haven't answered my question,
though.
Becca: What question?
Vicky: Have you always been alone? What's the deal with
your family? You can't have appeared out of nowhere.
Becca: My mother died when I was Josh's age. My
father was an extremely violent man and I ran away when I was 10.
I've been looking after myself even before that though.
I've always been on my own.
Vicky: Yeah, us too.
Becca: All of these pictures though . . .
Vicky: My parents, my sister and brother. But I didn't meet
any of them until Jake and I were 18. Do you have any
siblings?
Becca: I don't know why I�m telling you this but, yeah, I had 3
sisters and a brother. All were considerably older except
the one sister who was about your age.
Vicky: Ever think of getting in touch with them?
Becca: No. I never really fit in with them anyway.
The only thing I learned from my "family" was how
to survive and that you can�t depend on anyone but yourself.
And that's all I�m going to say about it!
Vicky: I just thought . . .
Becca: Well, don't. As far as I'm concerned my life began
at age ten.
Vicky: Okay. I�m sorry . . .
Jake comes in and Becca goes over to him.
Vicky: Someone must be wondering where you are. Someone
must care. And I'm gonna find them!
(Next scene opens at the park. We see Becca, Joshua, Jake,
Vicky, Steven and Kirkland arriving at the park looking for a
place to put all their stuff. Steven takes Joshua's hand
and all three boys head toward the swings with shouts of
"Don�t go anywhere I can�t see you!" from both Becca
and Vicky)
Becca: This is nice. Having a picnic with friends like I
was a normal person or something.
Jake: You gotta stop doing that. You are a normal . . .
(Both Becca and Vicky shoot him a look)
Vicky: What my adorable and well-meaning husband means is that
abnormal is good. We're not exactly Ozzie and Harriet
either, you know.
Jake: Yeah. And we wouldn't want it any other way!
Becca: But . . .
Vicky: But nothing. You�re a good person, that�s all you
can do. So no more dumping on your life. You don't
like your job, you get out..
Becca: It's not that simple. I have to support Joshua and
without a High School degree even I don't have a lot of options.
It beats the streets.
Vicky: Do you want a different life?
Becca: Yes.
Vicky: Good. Tomorrow you go and quit that lousy bar and .
. .
Becca: Wait. Wanting something and being able to accomplish
it are two very different things. I need the money that
lousy bar pays.
Vicky: Let me let you in on a little secret here. Jake and
I are loaded. I mean really. Bouqou (don�t know how
to spell that but it�s pronounced "booquoo" and it�s
French I think! LOL) bucks! So you quit the bar and
we find you a better place to live. As a matter of fact . .
. what do you think of Bay City?
Becca: I can take care of myself!!! I don�t need you to .
. .
Vicky: I know you can, but you don't always have to do it on your
own. Jake taught me that. It's okay to lean on your
friends, you know.
Jake: She's as stubborn as you are Becca. Once she gets an
idea into her head, there's no stopping her.
Vicky: Let us do this for you. Please. Look at it as
payback. You looked after him when I couldn't. And
when was the last time someone looked after you anyway?
Becca: I was 16. (with a dreamy/sad look on her face)
Vicky: Then you're long past due.
Jake: I knew you guys were going to like each other. (Goes
to play with the boys)
Becca: All right. All right. Where did you say we
were before, Bay City?
Vicky: Yeah, what do you think?
Becca: I don't know.
Vicky: I do. I think Bay view Towers would be just great
for you. Think about it. You and Josh could come here
and play, you could work and/or go to school . . . you could come
over whenever. It'd be great. What's not to love?
Becca: (staring somewhat) Okay. Bay City, here we come!
Vicky: Good. This is going to be great. (She walks
off to play with everyone. Becca follows and looks back)
Becca: Bay City? Who'd have thunk it? (She follows
Vicky and get covered in water by the boys. All get into a
big water fight.)
(Several weeks later. Vicky and Becca have become VERY
close as it turns out that Becca can cook. The six of then
have dinner together almost every night either at Jake and
Vicky�s or at Becca's new apt. in Bay View Towers. Becca
is waitressing at Sassy's. She hasn�t really met anyone
else in Bay City and pretty much avoids everyone except J&V
and co. So, Vicky decides to introduce her to a few people.
The scene opens at the cottage right before dinner in late
Winter. Becca and Vicky are in the kitchen, Jake and the
boys are upstairs. There is a knock at the door.)
Vicky: Hey,Becca! Why don't you got get the door?
Becca: (looking at her inquisitively) All right. But, only
if you promise not to touch anything 'til I get back!!!
Vicky: Geez! You act like I might ruin it or something?!?!
Becca: Promise me, Vick!!
Vicky: I promise! Go get the door!
(Becca opens the door and sees Nick and Remy standing there.
Nick and Becca are both visibly surprised (if not shocked)
to see one another and obviously recognize the other but say
nothing.)
Remy:Are Jake and Vicky here?
Becca: (startled by Remy's voice suddenly turns her head
completely toward Remy as if to come back to reality.)
Yeah, Um . . . Vicky�s in the kitchen.
Remy: Uh-Oh!
Becca: Yeah, well I made her promise not to touch anything.
Who are you?
(Nick laughs)
Remy: I'm sorry. My name's Remy. And this is Nick,
he's Vicky's brother.
Becca: You're Vicky's brother?
Nick: Long story.
Remy: And you must be Becca, Vicky's friend.
Becca: I'm sorry, yeah. Remy, right? Come in.
You're here for dinner? It'll just be a sec.
Vicky: (enters and sees all three in the living room) Oh, good.
You've met.
Nick and Becca: Us? No. We haven't. We don't
know each other at all.
Remy: They met at the door.
Vicky: Yeah. That's what I meant, guys.
Nick and Becca: Oh.
(Weird looks are exchanged all around)
Remy: So, what's for dinner?
Becca: Well, The kids are having Mac&Cheese, and the rest of
us are eating veggie lasagna. Sound good?
Remy: Great. But, that sounds almost healthy. How'd
you swing that?
Becca: It's pasta. Jake and Vicky have a thing for anything
with pasta!!
Nick: Need help with the salad?
Becca: (smiling) Yeah? You wanna make it?
Nick: Of course. My speciality.
(Becca and Nick head back into the kitchen. Remy and
Vicky look at each other.)
Vicky: My brother offering to fix a salad! You sure are
training him well, Remy!
Remy: He's never even stepped into a kitchen with me! I
wonder, should I be jealous?
Vicky: I know what you mean . . . (looking towards the kitchen)
I'd swear they knew each other.
(Cut to the kitchen. Nick is getting Veggies out and Becca
is checking on the Lasagna.)
Nick: It's good to see you, Becky.
Becca: I can't seem to stay out of your life, can I?
Nick: You keep trying though. I wish you'd stop.
Becca: Nick . . .
Nick: All right, all right. So, what are you
doing here? In my sister's house of all places!
Becca: I met Jake in this bar I was working in and helped him
with a few stories and . . . then Vicky and I met as well . . .
and I thin they've kind of adopted us.
Nick: I don't want to know what you were doing in that
"bar", do I?
Becca: Nope. But, it doesn't exactly take a whole lot of
thought. I didn't have a lot of options.
Nick: You never do. Us?
Becca: Yes. Me and the man in my life.
Nick: Hmmm . . . (Uncomfortably) Serious?
Becca: (smiling devilishly) Very. We're talking lifetime
commitment here.
Nick: Really? Love him?
Becca: Heart and soul.
Nick: Oh. Well . . . where is Mr. Wonderful?
Becca: Upstairs . . . taking his nap. (starting to giggle)
Nick: His NAP?
Becca: He's two, Nick. My son, Joshua.
Nick: You didn't.
Becca: I told you I'd always loved your middle name.
Actually, his whole name is Joshua Nicholas.
Nick: Is he . . . ?
Becca: Do the math, darling. We haven't seen each other in
more than three years.
Nick: Just checking. So, when do I get to see the little
guy. Bet he looks just like you.
Becca: Don't know about that. Looks a little like . . .
never mind.
Nick: One of your sisters?
Becca: Yeah. I should know better than to hide anything
from you. I've been thinking a lot about them lately.
Nick: Really? The dreams again?
Becca: Some. But mostly it's your pushy sister!!
She's so positive that I should look for them.
Nick: She's actually got you talking about them? Why don't
you just tell her the truth?
Becca: What? That my earliest memory is waking up with you
telling me I was going to be fine. That I was running from
a man who claimed to be my father who then promptly proceeded to
hit me with his car? That he claimed I was crazy and had me
institutionalized and drugged out of my mind and that I ran away
and lived on the streets for two and a half years? That he
finally caught up to me and almost killed me when I was fourteen?
That you had to hide me in an abandoned warehouse?
What, EXACTLY, should I tell her?
Nick: I'm sorry, Becky. Tell her what you want. Just,
she might understand. It might make her stop. You
said they'd kind of "adopted" you. Thought it'd
make things easier. I know how you feel about lying to the
people you care about.
Becca: No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have . . . I know it must
hurt for you to think about it too. I just can't.
What if he's still out there? I just can't put them
in that kind of danger. I won't.
Nick: (starts to move to hold her) Becky Blue . . .
(Vicky comes in)
Vicky: Um . . . Am I interrupting anything?
(Becca has turned around pretending to get spices or something)
Nick: Of course not!
Vicky: Everyone's getting hungry . . . We were wondering about an
ETA on dinner.
Becca: Almost done. Give us five minutes.
Vicky: Ok. So I'll go get the boys away from that video game Jake
got them? (She leaves)
Nick: You ok?
Becca: Of course I'm okay. You know that, don'tcha, Nicky?
Nick: GOD, it�s good to see you, Rebecca Manderley.
Becca: (smiling again, fully recovered) Go put the salad out.
Nick: Yeah, I'm going.
Becca: (Looking at door) Always good to see you too, Nick Terry.
(Goes to get Joshua up from his nap)
(Scene opens with all seated at the dinner table)
Jake: The dinner was great, Becca. But, you know, my
"Shrimp Fradiablo" is the best!! Have I made that
for you? It's better than that cop turned restauranteur man
that Paulina married.
Vicky: Don't get him started on his "Shrimp Fradiablo"!
Of course, neither one of you can top my speciality of the
house!!!
Steven: Pizza Delivered!!!!
Vicky: Okay, Okay. The important thing here is that I
didn't cook and we have good friends and family all around.
Becca: Ugh!! When did you become Queen of Mush?!?
Remy: Oh, come on. Family is a wonderful thing. My
Mom is the most important person in my life.
Nick: Okay, Okay. Before we all puke, now for Chocolate
Cream Pie!!
Steven & Kirkland: Cool!
Jake: Yeah, cool!
Vicky: How'd you know she made Chocolate Cream Pie?
Joshua: Mommy always makes "late" pie!
Nick: Yeah, she does. (winks at Becca, who smiles)
Vicky: (to Becca) Let's go and get it, then.
Remy: So why didn't you tell me you knew Becca?
Nick: I don't. Well, not really.
Jake: Oh, come on How long have you two known each other?
Remy: You obviously know her, it's ok. I just wondered.
Nick: I don't know what you guys are talking about! (Gets up and
storms outside)
Remy: (starts to get up to go after him) I . . . guess I should
go after him (as Becca and Vicky return)
Becca: Where'd he go?
Jake: I guess we just went a little too far.
Becca: What did you say? He loves this!!
Kirk: He got upset cause Jake and Remy asked him about you.
(Steven kicks him under the table) OW!!!
Becca: (laughs) He does have a quick temper still, I see.
Jake: I didn't mean to bug the guy it's just obvious you two know
each other..
Becca: Yeah, we do. But it's been a while and he's always
been a little overprotective where it comes to me. Maybe I should
go and calm him down.
Kirk: He's fine. Remy's out there.
Steven: KIRK!!
Kirk: What?!?!
Becca: Oh. OK (looks at Joshua) you need a bath, handsome.
We should get home. (picks Joshua up)
Vicky: It's snowing outside . . . Stay here until it stops.
Becca: Don't be silly!! That could take all night.
The longer we stay, the worse it will get out there!
Jake: Yeah, give the kid a bath here. When it stops
snowing, you can go. Even if it is tomorrow.
Becca: (looking out the window) Well . . . (Vicky goes over to
her at the window)
Vicky: (almost pleading) Stay. Okay? I really don't want
you to drive anywhere in the snow. Please.
Becca: You really don't like ANYONE to drive in the snow,
do you?
Vicky: Well, you're not the only one with a past you don't want
to talk about. Stay here tonight, okay?
Becca: You're really bugged, huh? Okay. But this
doesn't mean I can't take care of myself.
Vicky: I got it, I got it. Think of it as you helping me,
okay? I know "you can take care of yourself and anyone
else who comes along!"
Becca: All right, I'll go and give Josh his bath.
Vicky: Becca's staying everyone!!
Steven&Kirk: Great! A sleep over!!
Steven: I want Becca in my room!!
Kirk: Then I get Josh!!
(Nick comes back in)
Vicky: Um . . . Where's Remy?
Nick: She had to go home. Where'd Becca and the kid go?
Vicky: I'll go see if they found everything ok. (kisses
Jake and exits)
Jake: MMMMM! Gotta love that! Boys, go get ready for bed
while Uncle Nick and I clear the table
Kirk: But, I wanna watch a video!!
Steven: Jake needs to talk to Uncle Nick without is here, dummy!
Jake: Don't tease your brother, Steven
Steven: But . . .
Jake: Just go, okay?
Steven: Come on, Kirk
Jake: Thanks (winks at the boys)
Nick: So, we just put these in the sink or what?
Jake: What happened with Remy?
Nick: We had a fight, okay? No big, I'll apologize
tomorrow. Things'll be cool. Don't worry,
Jake: I didn't mean to . . .
Nick: Not your fault. I should've just admitted that I knew
Becky.
Jake: Why didn't you? I mean it's not a crime to have past
with someone!! If it were, Vicky and I would've been tried,
convicted, and sentenced years ago!!
Nick: Becky always said I lost all judgment where it comes to
her. It's just an automatic response, ya know.
Jake: What? To deny all knowledge of her?
Nick: No!!! To protect her!! T o hide her!!
(Upstairs in the bathroom. Becca is giving Josh a bath as
Vicky comes in)
Vicky: So'd you find everything okay?
Becca: It's not like I haven�t been here before. I got it.
What did you really come up here for?
Vicky: Gee, can't a girl come up here to check on a friend?
Can't I be nice?
Becca: You and I will never be considered "nice".
What do you want, Vick?
Vicky: Okay, so subtlety has never been one of my qualities,
okay?
Becca: The word shouldn't even be in your vocabulary, girlfriend!
Vicky: Are you going to tell me about you and my brother or not?
Becca: Your brother? Oh! Nick, you mean . . . I guess I'm not
used to him having a family.
Vicky: Yeah, Nick . . . So what's the deal?
Becca: We're friends, there is no deal.
Vicky: And, so . . . you known him long!
Becca: And so . . . nothing. I've known him for a while, I
guess. (shrugging shoulders and trying to act as nonchalant
as possible)
Vicky: How long is a while?
Becca: I don't know, fifteen years or so.
Vicky: (counting on her fingers) Since you were ten? And
you've never gotten together? C'mon,
girl, dish!
Becca: (hand to chest, feigning shock) Vicky!! There's nothing to
tell . . . We drift in and out of each other's lives that's all.
We're friends, that's all. He's gotten me out of a
few scrapes.
Vicky: (mockingly) not that you couldn't have handled it yourself
. . .
Becca: Right . . . and I've helped him every now and again.
Vicky: Just friends, Right. Sounds like a blonde I
know.
Becca: Maybe you should introduce us, I bet we'd be friends.
Vicky: I have and you are . . . I used to say that kind of thing
all the time about me and Jake. "We're just best
friends." I'd say "We've known each other
forever, that's all." Well, honey, we were never
"just" anything. Even when we were in love with
other people, WE always came first. Did you know that BOTH
of our first marriages ended because of each other?
Becca: But you're different . . . (looking a little skeptical)
How did your first marriage end? Both of you?
Vicky: We slept together. Basically, we married the wrong
people. We both married someone who was the exact opposite
of each other. Our spouses would've been happier together
than they were with us. Actually, they were! They got
engaged.
Becca: Wait a minute . . . Your first husband and Jake's first
wife were engaged?!? Did they get married?
Vicky: No, they didn't. But, the whole thing is kind of a
long story. The point is . . . We couldn't get each other
out of our hearts. AND believe me we tried. We tried to
hate each other for a long time. It just never worked.
Becca: You were meant to be together. Jake McKinnon was put
here on this Earth to be your husband. You know, he told me
that.
Vicky: He did? (Becca picks Joshua up out of the tub and
dries him off and they put him to bed. He's so tired, he's
asleep before his little head hits the pillow,)
Becca: Yeah, it's why we became friends. I mean here was
this guy coming into a strip bar, for god's sake, getting
absolutely blotto EVERY NIGHT, starting fights, rambling
incessantly about some blonde chick named Vicky. But, does he
watch any of the shows? Does even look at a single
girl? NOPE!! Not a one!! Sits with his back to the stage!
We thought maybe he was gay or something so I went up to
ask him how come. I doubt he remembers any of this since I
think he was probably already three sheets to the wind, but . . .
He tells me his whole reason for living, his reason for being on
this planet was to be with his wife who had betrayed him (Vicky
shifts uncomfortably) He then told me all about you, your
ENTIRE life together . . . what had happened, everything since
the beginning . . . speaking of which, this guy you married and
then cheated on with Jake . . . His name Jaime or something?
Vicky: Yeah . . . What else did Jake say?
Becca: Well, we didn't really talk much again till it came around
to being my turn to take him home. But, he was sooo drunk,
he was basically passed out and when I asked him how to get him
home, all he said was "Vicky . . . Home is Vicky."
Well, since I knew he didn't live in town and I wasn't
about to go searching through every phone book within driving
distance to look for a "Vicky", I took him to my place.
He passed out completely on my couch. Early the next
morning, Josh came wandering out and Jake called him
"Steven." I was making breakfast and Josh asked
me who "Steven" was, and I guess Jake overheard and I
guess it woke him up a little cause, he told Josh that Steven was
his oldest son and that when he was Josh�s age he looked just
like Josh.
Vicky: He really used the word "son"?
Becca: OH YEAH. Everyone who knows Jake knows two things
about him. He has a wife and two sons. You guys are
his WHOLE ENTIRE life. I've never met anyone like him
before. Nick and I were NEVER like that.
Vicky: We weren't either for a long time. Never?
You seem pretty close to me.
Becca: You're pushing it. Really, we�re close friends,
that's all. Really, I mean it, really, Vicky.
(desperate to change the subject) Hey, I want some pie
before the guys finish it. Coming?
Vicky: Yeah, in a minute. That's THREE "reallys"
, Becca. There's more to you two, I can tell. But,
I'll find out, I always do.
(Later that night. Jake and Vicky have put the boys to bed
and are now going to bed themselves.)
Vicky: Well, everyone's all set. You know, I like having
Becca and Joshua here. There's something right about it, I
can't explain it, there's just something . . .
Jake: Come here, you. MMMM. You feel definitely right to me
(kissing and caressing her)
Vicky:( playing with his chest a little) Do you know how much I
love you? How much I need and want you?
Jake: Yeah. But, it never hurts to hear it.
Vicky: You make my life perfect, complete, you make me complete.
I couldn't imagine myself or my life without you.
Jake: Not a problem since you'll never have to. Jake and
Vicky 4-ever.
Vicky: Promise?
Jake: Promise.
(They begin to make love as we fade out)
(Next morning we see Jake and Vicky cleaning breakfast dishes)
Vicky: (with Jake's arms around her washing dishes and playing
with her at the same time) This is nice. Becca should have
this.
Jake: All I'm interested in right now is you . . . well, me and
you . . .
Vicky: (turning around in mock seriousness) Jake!!! I'm
serious!
Jake: So am I!!
Vicky: I just want her to be happy.
Jake: You certainly are interested in Becca's life, aren't you?
Vicky: It's kinda weird. I know we haven't known her that
long . . . but I feel about her almost the way I do about
Marley.
Jake: Becca is NOTHING like Marley. I'm not even sure
they'd get along.
Vicky: I think they would, but that's not what I'm talking about.
I feel like Becca and Joshua belong with us . . . as a part
of this family.
Jake: You mean she belongs with NICK.
Vicky: You saw how they were last night.
Jake: Yes, but first, Nick already has a girlfriend, and second,
don't you think that's up to Nick and Becca?
Vicky: What girlfriend? He is not serious about her.
Jake: Remy! When she was in the hospital, he looked pretty
serious to me!
Vicky: I know when my brother is serious, Jake. Remy's a
nice girl but he doesn't feel about her the way he did Sofia
Carlino. They'll break up shortly. Trust me on this.
Remy is like a Jaime Frame to him.
Jake: So I take it this is your new project, huh? To get
your brother and Becca together? Gee, and I had a different
project in mind for you . . . or rather, for US.
Vicky: Well . . . I can do more than one thing at a time, you
know. Becca and Nick aren�t really going to take THAT much
of my attention . . . What did you have in mind?
Jake: (Kissing her forehead, nose and mouth on down) Oh, a little
of this, a little of that . . .
Vicky: (Stretching her neck and beginning to really enjoy herself
here) How come only a little? How come not a LOT of that?
(They continue to kiss each time a little more passionately)
Jake: That's not all I had in mind, Vicky. But we should go
somewhere else for the rest, I think.
Vicky: My my . . . this sounds serious! What did you have
in mind EXACTLY?
Jake: A baby, Vicky. I want a little girl with blonde hair
and those amazing eyes of yours.
Vicky: Why not dark hair and your eyes?
Jake: Our boys look like you . . . Why shouldn't our little girl?
Vicky: (remembering Becca's words from last night and realizing
the truth of them as if for the first time) You really DO think
of Steven and Kirk that way, don't you?
Jake: Of course I do, you don't mind do you?
Vicky: NO! I love that you feel that way. I
love you. You're already the best father. A little
girl would be incredibly lucky to have you.
Jake: So, should we get down to business? (smiling that devilish
melt you at your knees Jake McKinnon smile)
Vicky: Business? This is all pleasure to me! (with that
look on her face that just says she loves him without having to
say a word)
Jake: Race you upstairs?
Vicky: (getting a head start) Last one in bed's a rotten egg!!!
(A few weeks later.. Becca has gone to pick up Vicky for
lunch with Joshua in tow)
Becca: You sure it's okay to leave Joshua here with your
babysitter? She won't mind?
Vicky: Oh, please. It's fine. You and Josh are like
family. Forget about it.
Becca: (smiles) I don't know how it happened, Vick. One day
I'm a stripper, all alone in the world with no one except my two
year old son . . . and now I'm leaving him here with two boys who
are like cousins or big brothers or something. Josh
completely thinks Kirk knows everything and Steven . . . well,
let's just say Josh thinks he has a red cape with a big
"S" hidden somewhere in his closet!!!
Vicky: They're fond of him too. Kirk likes having someone
younger around.
Becca: How's that going?
Vicky: Nothing yet. I need to warn you about something else
though, or more specifically, someone else . . .
Becca: Who?
Vicky: We're having lunch at The Harbor Club. My mother
owns it and she can be a little . . . well . . . dramatic.
Becca: I can deal with dramatic, Vick.
Vicky: Well . . . She's hard to describe though. She�s
wonderful, but, she can be . . .
Becca: I'll be fine. Stop worrying. I'll be fine.
I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself, you know.
Vicky: OH, GOD. Let's not get into that again!!! (the boys
come downstairs)
Steven and Kirk: Oh good!! Josh's staying?!?!
Joshua: (squiggling out of Becca�s arms) Me go!
Becca: All right, I'll let you go. (As they walk off)
Steven: I know , I'll watch out for him "Aunt" Becca!!
Becca &Vicky: Thanks, Steven!
(Next scene opens with Becca &Vicky arriving at the Harbor
Club)
Vicky: So, this is the Harbor Club! I can't believe you
haven't been here yet. You've been in town for what?
A couple of months now?
Becca: This really isn't exactly my style, you know. I'm
more of the Carlino's type.
Vicky: So are Jake and I, but Mom owns it so . . . speaking of
Donna, there she is..
(Donna walks over and kisses Vicky on the cheek)
Donna: So, you must be Rebecca, Victoria's friend from Chicago.
Becca: Actually, "Becca" would be fine, Mrs. Hudson.
Donna: Mrs Hudson!!! You make me feel 100 years old,
darling. "Mrs Hudson" is my Michael's mother!
My name is Donna.
Becca: (laughs) OK, Donna.
Donna: Henri, get my daughter and her friend a table. I'll
come and join you later.
Vicky: Well, that's my mother.
Becca: She�s never gonna call me anything but
"Rebecca", is she?
Vicky: Nope. She's the only one on the planet who calls me
"Victoria". I'd just get used to it.
(They order and chat a little and then Nick walks in He and
Becca immediately notice one another and smile)
Vicky: You know your eyes sparkle whenever you see Nick.
Becca: Don't be ridiculous, Vicky. You should see you and
Jake sometimes.
Vicky: That's my point!! Your whole face, whole demeanor
changes.
Becca: Oh, Vicky. You're just very happily married and you
worship your husband and you want everyone else to be that way.
If it wasn't sooo cute, it'd be disgusting.
(Nick walks over)
Nick: Care to dance?
Becca: There's no . . . ("Crystal Blue Persuasion"
comes on the sound system and Becca's eyes tear)
Nick: No more pretending,Becky.
Becca: You sure?
Nick: Never been more sure of anything in my whole life.
(He takes her hand and they dance)
Vicky: Now that's better!! Good job, little brother.
One of you is going to explain about this song
though.
(Donna notices them and goes over to sit with Vicky)
Donna: So, tell me about this girl, Victoria.
Vicky: I don't know much really, Mother. She has a two year
old son and . . .
Donna: Well, she obviously knows Nick . . .
Vicky: For quite some time I understand . . .
Donna: What else?
Vicky: Not much else, really. She's had it real rough and
doesn't like to talk much about her past. Actually, I don't
think she even likes to THINK about it.
Donna: Nick and Remy broke up.
Vicky: (smiles) Oh . . .
Donna: Because of her. I think he's in love with her
Victoria.
Vicky: Well, there's definitely SOMETHING between them.
Although, they both deny it.
Donna: (Staring intently at Becca) You know If I didn't
know any better, she looks like . . .
Vicky: Who?
Donna: (suddenly quite pale) No one. I have to be mistaken
. . . She's . . . All this time . . . It's NOT possible . . .
Vicky: Mother, are you all right?
Donna: Of course I am! I have to make a phone call,
darling.
Vicky: That was weird!
(Nick and Becca return and they both sit down with Vicky)
Vicky: Becca, Have you ever lived in Bay City before?
Becca: I don't think so . . . Why do you ask?
Vicky: My Mom seemed to think you looked familiar. I was
just wondering if she knew your family or something.
Nick: I doubt it, Vicky. She's always lived in Chicago.
(Changing the subject quickly) What about dinner tonight?
Jake and I were talking and you guys should all come over to the
farm. Donna too.
Becca: What would you like me to do with Joshua?
Nick: Bring him, of course!! All the boys! I want it
to be a real family dinner. I already invited Marley and
Tyrone.
Vicky: (wondering about Jake, Marley, AND Tyrone all in one place
at the same time) And Jake agreed to this?
Nick: Yeah, but he said it was up to you. So, what time you
coming?
Becca: Vicky's been feeling a little worn out lately. I
don't know if she's up to it.
Nick: Yeah, Jake said something like that. What's wrong?
Becca: I think she's getting the flu or something.
Nick: Oh. Well, maybe you and Jake should stay home then.
I'll watch the boys for you.
Becca: Yeah, I can watch them at your house. You have noo
experience with kids!
Nick: I do too!! I'm great with kids. You'll see.
Vicky: Hang on you two!! I'm not dying here!! I can make my
own decisions and take care of my own kids! Yes, Nick you
are great with them, though.
Becca: Really?
Nick: See!
Vicky: Of course Jake and I will come. What time?
Nick: Around 5 or 6
Becca: I'll try and get their a little earlier to help with
dinner.
Nick: I'll come and get you. You don't know how to get to
my place here.
Vicky:
(Noticing how Nick is looking at Becca) Hmmm . . . Anyone going
to tell me the deal with the song?
Becca: What song?
Nick: What deal?
Vicky: You guys are terrible liars, you know that?
Becca: Actually, I am a GREAT liar. You can
just always tell what I'm thinking.
Nick: You mean "Crystal Blue Persuasion?" It�s
just a song, Vick. You know how much Donna likes all that
old stuff.
Vicky: Yeah and if I go and ask her right now why she played that
particular song, what would happen?
Becca: It's just a song I like, OK Vick? You are sooo nosy!
Vicky: What? First I'm too sick to go to dinner with my own
family, and now you guys are attacking me?!?!
Becca: You know how I feel about you, Vicky McKinnon. I
just don't want to talk about the past, and sometimes, I feel
like that's ALL you want to talk about! Sorry.
Vicky: That's Okay. I am pretty nosy.
Friends?
Becca: The best! Actually, you should feel honored, really.
You know more about me than anyone else, save Nick.
Something about you. Like We've known each other
before or something.
Vicky: I was just telling Jake the same thing! You guys ready to
go? (She stands up and sits right back down almost falling into
the chair)
Becca and Nick: You okay?
Vicky: I'm fine. I just got up too fast.
Becca: You sure? You haven't been feeling well, and you
hardly ate any lunch.
Vicky: Wasn't hungry.
Becca: Lunch was your idea, since you said you
didn't feel like eating this morning either!
Vicky : I'm fine, See? (Stands up and faints dead away.
Nick catches her and sits her down in the chair.)
Donna: (who has come over to see what's wrong) Victoria!
What happened?
Becca: (smiling) We should take her to the Doctor.
Donna: Obviously! But, why are you so happy?!?!
Nick: We can take my car.
Donna: An ambulance . . . The best Doctors . . .
Becca: Calm down, Donna. I'm sure she's okay. I
promise. I make sure she's okay. C'mon Nick. (Vicky
starts to wake up)
Vicky: What . . . happened?
Donna: Are you all right darling? Victoria?
Becca: (In a very soothing voice) We're taking you to BCUH.
Ok? You'll be fine. Why don't you follow us in your
car, Donna. She's ok. (Becca and Nick carrying his sister
exit)
Donna: I am going to find out who that girl is EXACTLY!! No
one tells me how to take care of my girls!! And yet .
. . when she said that Victoria was going to be okay . . . I have
got to find out who she is!!! (Leaves to go to the hospital)
Scene opens in a hospital room. We see Nick and Becca
sitting with Vicky who is in a bed looking much better)
Vicky: I don't know what all of this fuss is about. I feel
fine. I just got a little lightheaded. (Dr. enters and
talks to Vicky. Dr. is an older stiff-as-a-board looking
man)
Dr: Mrs. McKinnon? I have the results of your tests.
(looks around the room) Where's your husband?
Vicky: He's at work. Why? Nothing's wrong with me is
it?
Dr.: You might want to call him. He'll want to hear this.
Nick: You're scaring my sister, Doc. Just get on with it.
Dr.: I'm sorry. Are you sure you don't want your husband
here, Mrs. McKinnon?
Vicky: What's wrong?
Becca: Nothing's wrong is it, Doctor. She's perfectly
healthy, isn't she?
Dr.: Well, if you're not going to call your husband, I'll need to
talk to you in private.
Vicky: These people are family.
Dr: All right. Mrs. McKinnon all of your tests came back
negative, except one. The pregnancy test.
Becca: I knew it!
Vicky: You�re saying I'm pregnant? I'm . . . We're . . .
Jake and I are going to have a baby?
Dr: Yes. You're eight weeks along.
Vicky: I was so scared! (Hits Dr.) You scared me to death!!
Is the baby ok?
Dr.: The young lady was correct. You are in perfect health
. . . (rubbing his arm) if a little excitable. Now, if
you'll excuse me . . . I have other patients. (Exits)
Nick: Was it just me or was that guy a real jerk!?!?
(Becca and Vicky look at each other and start screaming and
crying with excitement)
Vicky: OH MY GOD!!! Jake!! I have to tell Jake!!
Becca: He's going to die!! I'm sooo happy for the two of
you! How are you going to tell him?
Vicky: I don't know. Actually, this will be the first baby
I've actually had with someone.
Becca and Nick: What?
Vicky: I wasn't married to Jaime when I was first pregnant with
Steven and actually, Jake took better care of me than Jaime did,
and Grant, well . . .
Becca: I get it. Yeah. I haven't exactly had the
pleasure either.. I've heard it's nice.
Vicky: I have to do this right. In fact, I'll need your
help. Okay?
Becca: Of course!
Nick: Whatever you want, sis.
Vicky: Okay. First thing . . . No one, and I mean no one,
knows about this, OK?
No Remy, No Donna, okay?
Nick: Remy's not a problem. We broke up.
Vicky: Mom mentioned that.
Becca: Oh. I'm so sorry Nick. Hope it wasn't anything
I did.
Nick: Don't worry about it. I'm not.
Vicky: (looking out the window seeing Donna coming in) Here comes
Donna. Okay? You both with me?
Becca: Yes.
Nick: I'm in too.
Donna: Are you all right Victoria?
Vicky: Yeah, I'm fine Mom. Just didn't eat enough today and
got a little light headed.
Donna: I guess with your eating habits I should be
grateful you don't pass out more often!!
Becca: See? I told you there was nothing to worry about.
Everything's taken care of.
Nick: Actually, Donna (who is looking inquisitively at Becca) I'm
glad you're here. I'm having a family dinner tonight at the
farm. Can you come?
Donna: At the farm? I haven't really been there since . . .
Nick: I know. That's why I'm having it there. It's a
family farm.. That's what Dad wanted.
Donna: (with tears and a great deal of sadness that seems to be
radiating from her body) I would love to come.
Nick: Good. See you around 6.
Becca: (Takes Donna�s hands and looks directly into her eyes)
I'm soo sorry.
Nick: (looks at watch) We have to go if we're going to get this
thing together. See you two later. Vick, can you
catch a ride home with Donna?
Vicky: Absolutely. Thanks. (winks at them and Becca winks
back)
(Nick and Becca leave)
Donna: Why did she do that?
Vicky: (from behind a dressing curtain) do what? Who?
Donna: That girl, Rebecca. Your friend.
Vicky: What did she do?
Donna: When I said I'd go to the dinner party . . . She took my
hands and seemed to express her condolences about Michael.
Vicky: That's just Becca. She's like that. She just
probably could tell you were upset.
Donna: And before . . . in the Harbor Club. She kept saying you
were fine and not to worry. She seemed to KNOW you were
going to be okay.
Vicky: Like I said, she's like that. I don't know what
you're getting so weirded out about, It's just like you or
Marley knowing when I'm upset. She's the same way.
Donna: (under her breath so Vicky won�t hear) But that's because
we're . . . That would mean . . . Megan?
Vicky: What? Who's Megan?
Donna: No one. I didn't say anything about a
"Megan." I asked if you were ready. Are you
sure you're okay?
Vicky: I am just perfect, mother. Just perfect.
(family dinner at the farm. Scene opens with Nick and Becca
(with Josh) are coming up to the porch)
Nick: So, what do you think? It's not an abandoned
warehouse and I can't order a green pepper and onion pizza from
downstairs, but . . .
Becca: Oh, Nick . . . It's wonderful! It's a real house,
isn't it? I bet it has a kitchen and everything!!!
Nick: You and kitchens!!! I swear in another life you must
have been a chef or something!! You wanna just stare at the
place from here or do you want the grand tour?
Becca: Please.
(They walk in and he shows her the house. They stop in the
kitchen.)
Nick: Well, here it is. I know how you fond you are of this
particular room in any house, so . . .
Becca: (staring in awe) Oh . . . I bet your family had lots
of dinners in here and kids were running through and taking sneak
peeks at dinner and stealing cookies . . .
Nick: Well, I don't know about that. You'd have to ask my
Uncle John, or I guess Donna might know. Seriously,
you really like the place? I wasn't exactly thrilled to be
here at first, but now there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
(looking at her)
Becca: Oh, I think I'd never want to leave if I lived here.
I feel sooo safe here. Isn't that strange?
Nick: No. It's probably my father's spirit. I guess he's
happy you're here. (Josh yawns) and I bet he's happy you're here,
too, kiddo.
Becca: I think it's time for someone's nap! Umm . . . Where
can I put him?
Nick: Go upstairs and pick a bedroom. Mine's the first one
on the left as you top the stairs. Other than that, you can
put him anywhere. (Becca goes to put Joshua down for his nap)
Nick: Okay, Dad. Now help me keep her here, OK?
(Becca comes back down)
Becca: WOW!! That was easy. He was asleep even before
his head hit the pillow. He NEVER goes to sleep that
quickly! Now what are we making for this big dinner of
yours?
Nick: (to himself) That's a start. Thanks, Michael.
Becca: You there? Nick?
Nick: Yeah? Hmmm?
Becca: I said, What are we feeding everyone? Hmmm . . .
What are Vicky's favorites? Maybe we should do that, you
know to celebrate!!
Nick: Oh. No, Jake'd figure out something was up and we promised
. . .
Becca: Ok. How about Chili?
Nick: Sounds good.
(They continue to chatter as they cook. Eventually, Nick
pours them both a glass of red wine. Donna knocks on the
door and Becca goes to answer it. She has changed clothes
from earlier so as not to get messy cooking. She is now
wearing jeans, a white t-shirt cinched up around her chest (or
not) no shoes, and hair in a makeshift pony tail)
Becca: Oh, good. You're here. Nick!! Donna's
home!
Donna: Speaking of home, you seem to have made yourself quite at
home, here. Haven't you?
Becca: It's the house. It's soo peaceful here. I don't know
why anyone would ever want to leave.
Donna: I haven't been here in quite some time, but, yes, I do
recall feeling that way myself a few times. (Nick comes in
gives Donna a kiss and hands Becca her drink)
Nick: Come in, Donna. Can I get you something?
Donna: Yes. Some wine would be lovely. What are you .
. . (Becca has gone over to the stereo and is searching for some
music and suddenly stops on an oldies station)
Becca: I thought some music would be nice.
Nick: Becky doesn't like the quiet.
Donna: Yes, but, most girls your age don't listen to this.
Becca: I like the old stuff. You know, for background
noise. I can turn . . .
Donna: No, it's fine (to herself: Background noise?)
(Becca hears Joshua)
Becca: I think I hear someone. I'll go get him. (She leaves
and Donna stares after her)
Nick: She has a two yr old son, Donna.
(Becca and Josh return with Joshua on her hip as usual.
Donna sees the little boy and nearly faints)
Nick: Donna?
Donna: I'm fine. Who is this adorable little boy?
Becca: This is my son, Joshua. Joshua, this is Vicky's
Mommy, Mrs. Hudson.
Joshua: Nonna?
Becca: (a little embarrassed) Umm . . .'He must have heard Steven
and Kirk call you that, I'm sorry.
Donna: It's fine. May I hold him?? (She is totally
enraptured by Joshua)
Becca: Ummm . . . Sure
Donna: (Pushing the hair out of his eyes) Were you
sleeping, baby boy? Hmmm? Look at you with your red
hair!
Becca: Yeah, I guess that runs in my family.
Donna: He looks just like you M . . . Rebecca. (Joshua
begins to play wit h one of Donna's earrings) Would you like one
of these? You like these? (takes one off)
Becca: Oh. I'm sorry. Here (reaching to take Joshua back) Josh,
give her back her earring.
Donna: Really, it's fine. When my own girls were this age
they played with my earrings too.
Nick: Girls??? I thought you didn't meet Vicky until she
was like 18?
Donna: I didn't . . . I meant . . . well ,you know what I meant.
Marley did. (Puts Joshua down at her feet and he sits
there very contentedly playing with the earring) Where's
his father, dear?
Becca: That creep? Don't know. Don't care.
Donna: Oh. Okay. Well, if you need any help, let me
know. Raising a child all by yourself, at your age . . .
I'd be happy to help.
Becca: Actually, we're fine. We're a lot better off than we
used to be..
Donna: Well, if you need ANYTHING . . . What did Victoria say you
do?
Becca: I'm a waitress at Sassy's.
Donna: Oh, darling, that won't do.
Becca: It has too, I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of
formal education. I never even went to High School.
Donna: Well, that's the first thing we have to take care of . . .
(a knock at the door)
Nick: I'll go and get that. It's probably Jake and Vicky.
(He goes to the door)
Jake and Vicky: Hi! Are we early?
Nick: Hi. Umm, no. You got here just in time to see
Donna completely take over Becky's life.
Donna: All right, that's settled then. You'll come to work
for me at The Harbor Club and I'll help you with your diploma.
Becca: Ummm . . . That's awfully generous offer, but totally
unnecessary.
Donna: Don't be ridiculous. You don't want your son to be in the
5th grade and not be able to help him with his homework!
Right? So, that's that.
Becca: All right, Thank you. (a little stunned)
Vicky: Hi Becca. What's up? (an amused look on her face)
Becca: Oh, hi, Vick. Now I know where you get it from.
Vicky: Get what from?
Becca: (laughs) Nothing. I guess I'll just have to get used
to it, that's all.
Vicky: Hi Mom. What did you just rope Becca into?
Donna: Nothing! I do not "rope" people into
anything!! I merely make them see what's good for
them.
Vicky: yeah, right.
Donna: Darling, take your hair down. It looks so much nicer
falling around the face the way it does.
(Both Becca and Vicky reach up to take their hair down)
Vicky: MOTHER! My hair is down!
Becca: (suddenly realizing what she's doing) And yeah! What
am I doing?? Listen lady, I appreciate the help with the
test and all, but I like my hair just the way it is. And
just because you somehow conned me into quitting a perfectly good
job to work for you, does not mean you get to make my decisions
for me!! I make my own decisions, including how I wear my
hair!! Got it?
Vicky: You go, girl!
Jake: Now, that's the Becca we all know and love!
Donna: You're absolutely right. You are a grown woman now,
aren't you.
Becca:
Yes, I am. And I make my own decisions, thank you very
much.
Donna: I'm sorry. Of course you do. I'm sure you've
grown up to be quite the independent woman too.
Vicky: Mother? What do you mean "grown up to be"
Earlier you were saying something about (knock at the door)
Donna: I'll get that.
Vicky: I'm sorry about Donna, she can be a little . . .
Becca: It's okay. Something about her, though.
Donna: Look everyone! It's Marley and Tyrone.
(Marley walks in and greets everyone. Tyrone stays in the
background. He's not all that thrilled to have Marley
hanging out with these people.. Becca goes over to Marley.)
Becca: You must be Vicky's sister, Marley.
Marley: Hi! (gives Becca a huge hug) It's you, isn't it?
Becca: Yes. Umm, I mean . . . My name is Becca, I'm a friend of
your sister's, if that's what you mean.
Marley: (suddenly VERY unsure of herself) I don't know what I
mean. I . . . do we know each other? Donna?
Donna: No. Marley, you don't. This is REBECCA.
She's a friend of Victoria's. We don't know
her.
Marley: Oh. I'm sorry. I haven't been quite myself
for a while now. I'm . . . You must think . . .
Becca: (smiles reassuringly) All I think is that everyone must be
hungry and I should go and get dinner. Vicky? Wanna help
me?
Vicky: Sure. I assume that everything is all done already?
Becca: Do you think I'd ask otherwise? (They turn and start to
leave)
Jake: Hey!! Forget somethin' honey?
Vicky: Oh! (goes to kiss him)
Becca: (rolls her eyes) It's physically impossible for you
two to keep your hands and lips off of each other, isn't it?
Vicky: Nah! We just like it this way!
Becca: Come on, you! (They go into the kitchen)
(Later in the evening after everyone has eaten. All except
Donna are playing basketball)
Vicky: OK. It's time for all the kids to go to bed.
Steven &Kirk: AW, Mom!
Jake: Yeah, AW Mom!
Becca: She's right. It's time for all little boys to go to bed.
Jake: Well, I have no problem with that idea, but what are we
going to do with the kids? (All adults laugh. Steven rolls
his eyes and Kirk and Josh look at each other like "what is
soo funny?")
Becca: Oh, I'm sure Vicky has something in mind for you when the
kids go to SLEEP, Jake.
Vicky: (looking at him teasingly) Don't I always?
(Vicky, Jake, their boys and Becca & Josh start to head back
into the house)
Josh: Here?
Becca: Yes, here. You know I don't know why we even have
our own apt., Joshua. It seems like you never sleep there anymore
anyway!
Josh: (smiles and goes and grabs Nick by the hand) You too!
Becca: You want Nick to put you to bed, too?
(Joshua smiles up at his Mom and nods)
Becca: Okay, handsome. Let's go.
Nick: I'm coming.
Becca: I was talking to Joshua!
Nick: I know . . . (kids and parents go inside)
Tyrone: You okay? You want to leave? You seem a
little distracted.
Marley: It's that girl. Rebecca, I know her.
Tyrone: Maybe she just looks familiar. Donna seemed pretty
certain that you didn't. Where do you think you know her
from?
Marley: Don't know. But . . . I do. It's like fringes
of a dream. When I was a teenager I used to dream about a
red-headed little girl.
Tyrone: Sounds normal to me. You said you did a lot of
daydreaming as a child.
Marley: It's not like that . . .
(Adults return)
Vicky: Okay. back to basketball . . . with one minor change
in the rules . . .
Becca: What minor change in the rules, Vick?
Jake: (with a gleam of desire and admiration for his wife in his
eyes) Oh, baby! I do love the way you think!
Vicky: (winking at Jake) Since the kids have gone to bed. . . I
thought we'd play by "Hudson rules."
Marley: I don't know about this, Vicky. I mean, Tyrone and
I . . . and what about Becca?
Nick: Becky will love this game. Trust me.
Vicky: Yeah. I bet she will. But, how do you know
about this, Nick? And Marley, if you and Tyrone
don't want to play, don't play.
Nick: Dad told me. He said that Donna once . . .
Vicky: I love that story! Marley? You two playing or
what?
Becca: What are "Hudson rules?"
Tyrone: That's what I want to know!
Vicky: Becca, you'll love it. Trust me.
Marley: (turning to Tyrone) We don't have to do this, if you
don't want . . . it could . . . will . . . get a little . . .
physical.
Tyrone: (kisses her) Physical? With a beautiful woman?
Sounds like fun. But if you don't . . .
Marley: (feeling a little stronger) No, it's okay. I want
to.
Vicky: Good. Okay. Marley, Becca you're with me.
Jake, explain to Tyrone and make sure Nick gets it too.
But, if Michael really told him that story . . . (Jake
pulls Vicky to him and they kiss passionately) Save it for
the game, lover boy! (the six of them divide up by sex)
Becca: Okay. Explain. "Hudson rules?"
Vicky: Well . . . (gives her that look like when she was trying
to tell Jake that Sean had already been by the house and she
thought it was a trick) You're gonna love it. It's
sort of a combination of basketball and . . . flirting
outrageously.
Becca: How outrageous are we talking here?
Marley: As far as humanly possible. The point of the game
is to so completely distract your opponent that all he really
wants to do is drop right there and . . . (starts to blush)
Becca: So, basically we get to drive the guys nuts. I could
get into that. What does this have to do with b-ball
though. And why is it "Hudson� rules."
Vicky: Well, you are assigned one guy to "guard" while
the rest of us try to score . . . a basket.
"Hudson" cause my parents kind of invented it.
Becca: What do you mean they invented it? Was that what
Nick was talking about?
Vicky: The story goes that before Marley and I were born, Michael
and Uncle John were playing basketball out here on this very
court. Michael and Donna were dating, and when she walked
up to the farm . . . I guess she didn't want to wait til the game
was over or just sit and watch so . . . she . . .
Marley: Interrupted them.
Becca: What do you mean, "interrupted them"
Vicky: Well, Donna, you may have noticed is not the patient type
and she basically stared at Michael until he completely turned
around to face and started walking toward her. The problem
was . . . there was still a game going on around him, and he . .
. sort of . . . forgot.
Marley: Yeah, he apparently forgot everything except her, and he
got hit with the ball.
Vicky: Right in the nose! Broke it and everything!!
Becca: Wait a minute. You mean she just stared at him and
he . . .
Vicky: was just gone . . . I guess.
Becca: WOW! No wonder she's soo lonely . . . to have that
sort of a connection with someone . . .
Marley: Yeah, well that's how the story goes anyway. (Both Marley
and Vicky are uncomfortable at the mention of Donna's loneliness)
Becca: Okay. So do we "distract" all the guys or
what?
Vicky: Just yours. You work on Nick. I get Jake and
Marley gets Tyrone.
Marley: I still don't know about this.
Vicky: Oh, come on. It's not like you've never done this
before. You used to like this game as I recall.
Marley: That was different. And a LONG time ago.
Tyrone's not Dennis.
Vicky: No. I guess not. But you were always best at
this with Jaime I thought. It's funny the four of us played
once a long time ago when I was married to Jaime and you were
with Jake.
Marley: And do you remember what happened?
Vicky: Yeah, of course I do. We all played with each other.
Jake and I and you and Jaime, and then we'd switch.
It was fun. We were obviously with the wrong people
back then, but . . .
Marley: It was a mess!! Jaime and Jake almost killed each
other and you and I were more in competition with each other than
with the guys!!
Vicky: (smiles) Yeah, I remember. We were all over each
other!! But still, I remember thinking that that was almost
how it was supposed to be.. The four of us. You and
Jaime and Me and Jake. Part of me thought that when Jake
& I got married, you would . . .
Marley: Well, THAT was lifetime ago. And not everyone gets
a happy ending, you know.
Becca: Uhhh . . . I'm not entirely sure what's going on here
(stroking Marley's arms) but, you are getting way too upset.
It's okay. Just call the guy, I'm sure he still . . .
Marley: (yanking her arm away) STOP THAT!!! How did you . .
.
Vicky: OK, OK. How about we just play then.
Marley: No. I don't want too now. I knew this was a bad . .
. Tyrone!
Tyrone: What is it?
Marley: I wwwant to go now.
Tyrone: What did you do to her?
Vicky: Nothing!
Tyrone: Come on. Let's get out of here. You don't
need this. (They leave)
(Guys come over to Becca and Vicky)
Nick: What was that about?
Vicky: I don't know really.
Jake: Hey! Are we playin' or what?
Nick: Oh, yeah!
Becca: I'm up for it (eyeing Nick)
Vicky: You guys are going down!
(Jake has the ball and is about to shoot when Vicky walks up to
him and . . .
Vicky: Oh, McKinnon . . .
Jake: You're gonna have to try harder than that. It may
have been a while . . . (she gets closer)
Vicky: What? (they are shifting from side to side as he tries to
avoid her)
Jake: Do what you will, this game is MINE!!! (Suddenly his
eyes go wide) VICKY!!
(She falls into his arms (seeming to faint) as Becca grabs the
ball and dribbles it away)
Vicky: (takes a finger and traces it down his chest) Thanks,
McKinnon. What was that last statement by the way??
Jake: This means War!!
(Becca dribbles the ball and shoots. Nick then gets the
ball as Becca goes up to guard him)
Becca: So, what's up, doll face? (Nick is trying to evade her)
Gosh, it's getting hot out here . . . hasn't been this hot since
. . .
Nick: Don't even go there, Becky.
Becca: (Playing seductively with her hair) What? (moves
closer to him) Aren't you hot?
Nick: Move.
Becca: All that ice from downstairs . . . (She starts to touch
his chest) We just put it everywhere . . . here . . . and here
(he goes to shoot and she touches his chest and he misses)
(Jake gets the ball and jumps to shoot as Vicky jumps with him
and plants a big one on him midair. Vicky and Becca pass
the ball between them angling for a shot when Jake comes up from
behind and lifts Vicky into the air and they start to make out.
Nick decides to get the ball back from Becca. He has
taken his shirt off. Becca is dribbling.)
Nick: You know what else I remember about that summer?
Becca: What?
Nick: Your freckles. How many did I get up to?
Becca: Don�t remember . . .
Nick: Let me see if I can pick up where I left off . . . (takes
the ball. He dribbles for a while and then looks over to Jake.)
Ummm . . . a little help here . . . Jake!
Vicky: He's busy! (They are almost completely horizontal making
out on the steps)
Nick: Jake! The basketball game!
Jake: What basketball game?
Nick: The one you said we were going to win!
Jake: I don't know what you're doing, but I am DEFINITELY winning
here!
Becca: Guess it's just you & me!
Nick: Yeah, I guess they're playing a different game!
Becca: I guess so . . .
Nick: Wanna play?
Becca: Sure . . . (she moves in as if to kiss him and takes the
ball and shoots)
(Nick catches her from the jump shot as she is about to fall and
she turns around and the ball drops in front of them)
Becca: (looking deep into his eyes) the ball . . .
Nick: What ball? (he lets her go and they both scramble for the
ball. Becca falls to the ground and he reaches his hand out
to help her up and he grabs her and kisses her.)
(Jake and Vicky are suddenly back up and one of them throws the
ball at Nick and Becca)
Jake: Thought we were playing b-ball here.
Nick: Decided I liked your "game" better.
Vicky: (wiping her lips to fix the smeared lipstick on her mouth
and Jake's) So, What's the score?
Jake: I think we're even . . .
Becca: One last tie breaker?
Nick: Okay. Who scored last?
Vicky: (laughing) Well . . .
Becca: Why doesn't Jake take a free-throw?
Nick: Why Jake?
Becca: Cause you can't shoot!! I was trying to be nice.
Jake gets to the free-throw line with Vicky, Becca & Nick on
the side. He looks up to aim the ball for the shot and
Vicky flashes him and the ball drops on Jake's head.)
Becca: On that note . . .
Jake: You guys cheated!
Vicky: I didn't notice you complaining!
Becca: I didn't think it was possible to "cheat" in
this game.
Nick: Yeah, if that was cheating . . .
Vicky: (to Jake) You loved it.
Nick: (looking at Becca) I know I did!!!
(Inside Marley and Tyrone have decided to stay after all and
Marley is helping Donna do the dishes (OK, so Marley is doing the
dishes, and Donna is "supervising")
Marley: So what do you think of this girl?
Donna: What do you mean? What do I think? I think
she's a friend of Victoria's and Jake's and Nick seems quite
taken with her as well. She does have the most wretched
taste in clothing. Did you see how she was wearing that
shirt? and it's white! And no education? How do
these things happen today?? But, we'll fix her right up,
there. don't worry, darling. She'll be fine. We'll
have to do something with her hair I guess too.
Really, who wears a ponytail after the age of 10?
Marley: That's NOT what I meant, Donna. You don't think
there's something a little . . . I don't know . . . strange about
her?
Donna: No. Like I said, she needs a little help, but . . .
then so did Victoria when she and Jake first came to town. She
hasn't had any of your advantages, Marley.
Marley: Where is she from?
Donna: Chicago, I think. Victoria says she's not real big
on talking about her past. I think that's an excellent
philosophy. We should all try and look forward.
Forget the past. You can't change it anyway.
Marley: I can't shake this feeling that I . . .
Donna: You're probably just tired darling, you haven't had an
easy year.
Marley: You really don't . . .
Donna: NO! I don't. I'm sure you just need some
sleep.
(Vicky, Jake, Nick and Becca come in all hot and sweaty)
Becca: That was fun,
Vicky: I knew you'd like it. I know it's one of Jake's
favorites.
Nick: (moving to put his arms around Becca) I'm sooo glad you're
my sister!!
Jake: (looking at Nick who has pulled Becca to him and is kissing
her neck a bit) Yeah. I can see why you're soo happy.
Becca: (closing her eyes and feeling Nick's arms as they encircle
her. She starts to caress his arms) Mmm Hmmm . . .
(realizing she is getting WAY too into this) Get . . . your . . .
smelly arms off of . . . me. (Turning around to look Nick
straight in the eyes and so close to him they are almost kissing)
You . . . need. . . a . . . shower.
Nick: So do you.
(Donna hears them and comes out of the kitchen)
Donna: Did you kids have fun?
Becca: (squiggling out of Nick's arms and trying to get a hold of
herself.) Ummm, yes. I need to go check on Joshua. (leaves
quickly almost running up the stairs)
Nick: Thanks, Donna.
Donna: What did I do?
Jake: You have the world's worst timing, that's all.
Vicky: But, we love you anyway!
(Becca comes back down from "checking" on Joshua and
all are assembled in the living room)
Vicky: So, how's Josh?
(Becca has purposely sat on the step leading into the living room
away from Nick. When she enters, Nick gets up and goes to
sit next to her on the step.)
Becca: Still asleep if you can believe that. What is it
with this house? Does the "Sandman" live here or
what?
Donna: ( laughs) something like that. I remember waking up
in this house myself a few times never believing how long we'd
slept. I could never understand how I could sleep so well in this
. . . (makes a dismissive motion as if to say "hovel"
or other derogatory term without really saying anything)
Nick: Dad? Sleep late?? He never when I was . . .
Becca: Maybe he's just like you.
Nick: Huh? (Looks at Donna) Oh. Yeah, I guess so.
Vicky: What do you mean?
Becca: Nick doesn't sleep alone well.
Nick: (to Becca) Neither do you!
Vicky: Oh, really!
Jake: You know there's an easy solution for that . . . (Takes
Vicky on to his lap)I highly recommend it in fact!
Nick: Oh! I didn't mean . . . well . . .
Becca: (playing with her necklace (a simple silver
braided/twisted chain with a piece of pink stone suspended from
it as a pendant) I think EVERYONE now knows what you
meant!
Marley: Where did you get that necklace?? May I see it?
Becca: Sure. I've always had the chain and Nick gave me the
pendant for my birthday.
Marley: (fingering the chain) It's quite distinctive isn't
it? Where did you get it? Who gave it to you?
Becca: Ummm...(getting a little nervous and starting to back away
from her) I'm not really sure . . . I guess my Mom gave it to me
or something. I've had as long as I can re . . . HEY! (Marley has
pushed Becca's hair aside seeming to look for something on
Becca's neck or shoulder)
Marley: OK. Who ARE you? Really. This is not
funny now. I know you. You know me. I
look different, but it's me. Don't you remember? It's
Marley, Marley Love. WHO ARE YOU???? TELL ME!!!
(Marley is shaking Becca)
Nick: Marley!!! Get off of her! (Marley lets go and Tyrone
comes up to "rescue" Marley)
Vicky: Becca? Are you okay? WHAT were you thinking,
Marley?
Donna: Darling, what's wrong?
Jake: Here we go again.
Marley: I'm sorry if I frightened you . . . but . . .
Nick: BUT NOTHING!
Marley: Tyrone, I . . . when I was little . . . that necklace . .
. Donna, that's yours, I isn't it? (To Becca) There was a
party and we were running, the forest . . . Look at me, look into
my eyes . . . I know I look different, but . . . It's me . . .
you know me!
Donna: I think it's time you went home, darling.
Tyrone?
Tyrone: Come on Marley, let me take you home.
Marley: Victoria, I'm not crazy. Maybe she'll remember you
. . . (to Becca) Look at her (pointing to Vicky) I used to
look like her . My hair was longer.
(Tyrone and Marley leave)
(Becca is in almost a fetal position against the wall)
Donna: Rebecca? Are you all right? She's been ill . .
.
Vicky: I thought she was doing better . . . Becca?
Becca: (a little shaky still) I'm fine . . . really (trying to
smile) . . . She seemed sooo convinced of what she was saying.
Jake: And so ends the entertainment portion of the evening.
I think we should probably be going . . .
Vicky: I guess so. Do you need a ride, Mom?
Donna: No, I'm fine. Thanks.
Vicky: Marley . . . I'm . . . She didn't used to be like that,
Becca.
Becca: I'm fine. It's okay, really. Go home. (Vicky
kisses her on the cheek and Jake kisses her on the forehead as
they say good night. Donna gets up to leave as well and
takes Becca aside.)
Donna: So, I'll expect to see you tomorrow morning around 10 a.m.
to get ready for lunch. Okay?
Becca: (still a little distracted) Okay. Sure.
Donna: and please . . . don't take anything my poor Marley said
to heart. She's been badly hurt. She really has no
idea what she's saying. It's probably best to just ignore her.
Becca: Oh, don't worry. I'm fine. It's just she
seemed soo convinced of what she was saying . . .
Donna: I'm sure she was . . . in her own mind . . . I'm afraid
that's the problem.
Becca: Mmm Hmm. Okay.
Donna: And tomorrow (making a dismissive gesture over Becca's
clothes and hair) try and wear something a little . . . or,
actually . . . Don't worry about it. I'll bring something
for you to wear.
Becca: Donna . . . I can dress myself.
Donna: I wasn't suggesting you couldn't.
Nick: Say good night, Donna.
Donna: Good night, Darlings.
Nick and Becca: Good night. (They watch all the cars drive off)
Becca: Well . . . I guess I should go too.
Nick: Do you have too? I mean, you don't have to.
Becca: Nick, I'm not . . .
Nick: (smiles) I only mean that Joshua's already asleep and you
yourself said how hard that it to accomplish, and there's lots of
room here. You can sleep anywhere you want.
Becca: I don't know . . .
Nick: Come on, it's late and you did say you would never want to
leave here.
Becca: Nick! I can't . . . I mean we're not . . . I have my
own place. I just can't . . .
Nick: Whoa! I just meant for the night . . . really!
Becca: (yawns) Oh. I am a little tired, and I hate to wake
Josh up . . . Okay. But, just for tonight.
Nick: Okay, go on and head up I'll turn the lights off down here.
(Becca goes upstairs) I'll settle for tonight. For now . .
. But, Becky, someday . . . You won't be leaving to go anywhere.
This is your home, and this time you're staying. This
is our house. Michael left it to me to raise my
family in it and so I'd always have a home. You'll see.
This where you belong, where we both do.