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Wednesday, September 14, 2005 Today the truth comes out, and Maddie and Henry are out on their own.
Henry is sitting on the stairs outside the cottage with his morning coffee. Maddie sits down beside him with the paper. "Leave the want ads and put the rest inside," sighs Henry. "Henry, I think Katie believed you last night," Maddie reassures him. "Oh, if she believes in miracles maybe, but I haven't been to Lourdes lately, so -- I am the con who cried wolf, little sister. The only reason that Katie and Mike didn't throw us out last night is because they were too shocked to go to Plan B," says Henry. "No. Katie let us stay because she still loves you," insists Maddie. "In her fashion, she does, yeah. But the jig is up. Hey, look on the bright side. The next place we have will have a stunning view of the turnpike," says Henry. "Oh, come on. We are not gonna get shipped back to that limo," scoffs Maddie. "You wanna bet?" asks Henry. "Yeah, actually, I do. I'll bet you another cup of coffee," challenges Maddie. "Great. It might be my last one that doesn't come in a paper cup," says Henry. They go inside to find Mike and Katie. "Good, you guys are up. Henry wants to take us all out for breakfast to celebrate his recovery," smiles Maddie. "That's right. Sky's the limit. Al's, anyone?" suggests Henry. "Hmm, look at the big spender. Did you sell your miracle cure to the tabloids already?" asks Mike. "Yeah, I don't think anybody would believe it. I can hardly believe it myself. The one minute I'm flat on my back, and the next minute, I'm strong as a horse!" says Henry. "No more lies, Henry, please. I heard enough last night. Were you ever really hurt, or was it just a con to keep me away from Mike?" asks Katie.
"What is with all these accusations? Aren't you just happy that Henry's better?" asks Maddie. Katie tells her that's not the point. "What else matters? Come on, you guys are friends," says Maddie. "No, look, don't blame them here. This is a lot to take in. One minute I'm a slug and the next, I'm ready to don my tap shoes," says Henry. "Oh, god, forget it! Forget it. So much for giving him a chance to come clean," says Katie, frustrated. "No, wait, wait, wait. Katie -- you asked an honest question, you deserve an honest answer. I did fall, I was hurt -- and I got better," says Henry. Katie asks him when, and he answers, "Before yesterday." "How long before?" asks Mike suspiciously. "What does it matter?" asks Maddie. "Henry, you didn't have to pretend," says Katie. "Pretending seemed a lot easier than getting down on my knees and begging for a roof over our heads," says Henry. "If you needed a place to stay, you could have just asked," says Katie. "I know, I know that. That's the problem," sighs Henry. "He was too proud," explains Maddie. "But not too proud to pretend he was an invalid," accuses Mike. They then accuse Henry of sending the flowers and sweater to Katie. "Wait, wait, wait. You that think I..." says Henry, "You're way off on this, Mike. Way off." "Am I? Give me one good reason I shouldn't put you back in that wheelchair," says Mike, stepping towards Henry. "Me! I'm the reason!" says Maddie, stepping in front of Henry.
"Maddie, sweetie, this isn't your fight," says Henry, gently pushing her out of the way. "But you are not Katie's secret admirer," says Maddie. "Who else could it be?" asks Mike. "Mike, she's a beautiful woman. Pull out the yellow pages and look under 'guys with great taste,'" suggests Henry. "So you swear it wasn't you?" asks Katie. "I -- you have my word as a gentleman. You have my word, at least. I am not the one that sent the gifts," says Henry. Mike asks Katie if she believes him, and she says she does. "Okay, okay. My money -- if I had any money -- my money is on Simon. You say he wouldn't send you a pink sweater, listen, maybe he got a saleswoman, a personal shopper, if you will," theorizes Henry. "You know, you might be on to something there, Henry," says Mike, looking pointedly at Maddie, "Maybe the person who sent Katie that sweater wasn't a guy at all."
"Hey, wait a minute. I'm as anxious to get to the bottom of this secret admirer thing as you are. But to accuse my sister? You think a kid could pull of this scam?" asks Henry. "A kid who hates my guts. A kid who'd love to get me out of Katie's life," says Mike. "Maddie, I opened up my home to you. This is how you thank me?" asks Katie. "Katie, I'm sorry," says Maddie. "Sorry's not enough. Now we want to hear in your own words -- did Henry put you up to this?" asks Mike. "No! No, Mike. She's innocent. It was me. I'm the secret admirer," lies Henry. "Henry..." says Maddie, trying to stop him. "No -- Mike and Katie deserve the truth. I wanted to confess last night. And I feel a lot better, now that I've unburdened myself," says Henry.
"Bubbles, I know it was low..." begins Henry. "Henry, don't," begs Maddie. "Why couldn't have just been honest?" asks Katie sadly. "I wanted to tell you," says Henry. "I can explain," says Maddie. "Not now, Maddie!" interrupts Katie. "Get Margo! Call the feds! I'll make a confession," says Henry dramatically. "Hey, bottom line -- you took advantage of Katie," says Mike. "I know that, Mike. I was a rat, okay? I know that," agrees Henry. "All right, in all fairness, to you -- we've all made mistakes. We've all lied to each other. I'm as guilty as everyone else. But I thought we were getting passed that. Just when I thought we were finally becoming the friends that trust each other and look out for each other again," says Katie sadly. "You pull a stunt like this," says Mike, disappointed. "I don't have any defense," says Henry. "Katie's right, all right? There's a lot of stuff we weren't up front about, either. But Henry, you crossed the line. You sat here every day, looked her in the eye, while she cooked for you, she took care of you. You used her. You used her for her compassion. Do you hate us that much?" asks Mike. "No, no," says Henry. "This is not Henry's fault," says Maddie. "It is Henry's fault," contradicts Mike. "No, Mike. It is not. It's my fault," admits Maddie. "You're not helping anything, okay, Maddie?" says Katie impatiently. "But I am the one..." begins Maddie. "You are the one that has the most to lose, okay? She is the reason that I stooped so low. Because I could not provide a roof over her head. I'm her older brother, and I let her down," covers Henry. "Oh, that is not true. You are the greatest," says Maddie. "She's happy here. I'm happy having her here. And if you throw us out now, you're going to ruin the rest of her sweet, innocent life. Just -- look, all I can do is throw myself on your mercy and beg forgiveness," says Henry. "Sorry, Henry. We're all out," says Mike.
Mike comes downstairs carrying suitcases. "Okay, this should cover things," he says. "I see the no mercy rule's in effect," says Henry. "Henry, if you would've just let me..." attempts Maddie. "Maddie, Maddie, listen -- I get where you're coming from, all right? But Henry's not a kid. He knows how long Katie and I have been in love. And he knows exactly how much we value his friendship. We did everything we could try to get the three of us to a good place, and he blew it," says Mike. "I'm sorry staying here couldn't work out. I think it's just best if you leave now, though," says Katie. "We'll be upstairs while you pack," says Mike. "Bubbles, you can't stay mad at me for long, can you?" asks Henry. She doesn't respond, and Mike says, "Don't slip on anything while we're gone." After they've gone upstairs, Maddie says, "Henry, I am so sorry. This is all my fault." "Fault schmalt. Here, pack your jammies," says Henry, handing her a suitcase. "Why wouldn't you just let me tell them the truth?" asks Maddie. "Because, honey, falling on the sword is about as much fun as it sounds. Don't worry about it, it's going to be all right. We're all going to be laughing about this through our gums at the nursing home one day," smiles Henry. "But you're not laughing now, though, are you?" observes Maddie. "No, I'm not. But neither are Mike and Katie. Trust me, they're up there hating themselves right now, about this. It'll work out. Go pack your toothbrush and I'll get my martini kit together. We'll let them stew," says Henry. "Yeah," agrees Maddie reluctantly. Today’s episode was directed by John O'Connell and written by Melissa Salmons.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Maddie: I got the paper. Henry: Great. Leave the want ads and put the rest inside. Maddie: Henry, I think Katie believed you last night. Henry: Oh, if she believes in miracles maybe, but I haven't been to Lourdes lately, so -- I am the con who cried wolf, little sister. The only reason that Katie and Mike didn't throw us out last night is because they were too shocked to go to plan B. Maddie: No. Katie let us stay because she still loves you. Henry: In her fashion, she does, yeah. But the jig is up. Hey, look on the bright side. The next place we have will have a stunning view of the turnpike. Maddie: Oh, come on. We are not gonna get shipped back to that limo. Henry: You wanna bet? Maddie: Yeah, actually, I do. I'll bet you another cup of coffee. Henry: Great. It might be my last one that doesn't come in a paper cup. [ Maddie sighs ] Maddie: Good, you guys are up. Henry wants to take us all out for breakfast to celebrate his recovery. Henry: That's right. Sky's the limit. Al's, anyone? Mike: Hmm, look at the big spender. Did you sell your miracle cure to the tabloids already? [ Henry chuckles ] Henry: Yeah, I don't think anybody would believe it. I can hardly believe it myself. The one minute I'm flat on my back, and the next minute, I'm strong as a horse -- Katie: No more lies, Henry, please. I heard enough last night. Were you ever really hurt, or was it just a con to keep me away from Mike?
Maddie: What is with all these accusations? Aren't you just happy that Henry's better? Katie: That's not the point, Maddie. Maddie: What else matters? Come on, you guys are friends. Henry: No, look, don't blame them here. This is a lot to take in. One minute I'm a slug and the next, I'm ready to don my tap shoes. Katie: Oh, god, forget it! Forget it. So much for giving him a chance to come clean. Henry: No, wait, wait, wait. Katie -- you asked an honest question, you deserve an honest answer. I did fall, I was hurt -- and I got better. Katie: When? Henry: Before yesterday. Mike: How long before? Maddie: What does it matter? Katie: Henry, you didn't have to pretend. Henry: Pretending seemed a lot easier than getting down on my knees and begging for a roof over our heads. Katie: If you needed a place to stay, you could have just asked. Henry: I know, I know that. That's the problem. Katie: What is the problem? Maddie: He was too proud. Mike: But not too proud to pretend he was an invalid. Katie: And what about the rest of it? Mike: The flowers -- Katie: The sweater -- Mike: -- From Katie's secret admirer. It was you, wasn't it? Katie: Not Simon. Henry: Wait, wait, wait. You that think I -- Mike: No, no, no. That's just ridiculous, Henry. Henry: No, no, wait. You're way off on this, Mike. Way off. Mike: Am I? Give me one good reason I shouldn't put you back in that wheelchair. Maddie: Me! I'm the reason.
Henry: Maddie, sweetie, this isn't your fight. Maddie: But you are not Katie's secret admirer. Mike: Who else could it be? Henry: Mike, she's a beautiful woman. Pull out the yellow pages and look under "guys with great taste." Katie: So you swear it wasn't you? Henry: I -- you have my word as a gentleman. You have my word, at least. I am not the one that sent the gifts. Mike: You believe him? Katie: Yeah, I believe him. Henry: Okay, okay. My money -- if I had any money -- my money is on Simon. You say he wouldn't send you a pink sweater, listen, maybe he got a saleswoman, a personal shopper, if you will. Mike: You know, you might be on to something there, Henry. Henry: I might? Mike: Yeah. Maybe the person who sent Katie that sweater wasn't a guy at all.
Henry: Hey, wait a minute. I'm as anxious to get to the bottom of this secret admirer thing as you are. But to accuse my sister? You think a kid could pull of this scam? Mike: A kid who hates my guts. A kid who'd love to get me out of Katie's life. Katie: Maddie, I opened up my home to you. This is how you thank me? Maddie: Katie, I'm sorry. Mike: Sorry's not enough. Now we want to hear in your own words -- did Henry put you up to this? Henry: No! No, Mike. She's innocent. It was me. I'm the secret admirer. Maddie: Henry -- Henry: No -- Mike and Katie deserve the truth. I wanted to confess last night. And I feel a lot better, now that I've unburdened myself.
Henry: Bubbles, I know it was low -- Maddie: Henry, don't -- Katie: Why couldn't have just been honest? Henry: I wanted to tell you -- Maddie: I can explain. Katie: Not now, Maddie! Henry: Get Margo! Call the feds! I'll make a confession. Mike: Hey, bottom line -- you took advantage of Katie. Henry: I know that, Mike. I was a rat, okay? I know that. Katie: All right, in all fairness, to you -- we've all made mistakes. We've all lied to each other. I'm as guilty as everyone else. But I thought we were getting passed that. Just when I thought we were finally becoming the friends that trust each other and look out for each other again -- Mike: You pull a stunt like this. Henry: I don't have any defense. Mike: Katie's right, all right? There's a lot of stuff we weren't up front about, either. But Henry, you crossed the line. You sat here every day, looked her in the eye, while she cooked for you, she took care of you. You used her. You used her for her compassion. Do you hate us that much? Henry: No, no. Maddie: This is not Henry's fault. Mike: It is Henry's fault. Maddie: No, Mike. It is not. It's my fault. Katie: You're not helping anything, okay, Maddie? Maddie: But I am the one -- Henry: You are the one that has the most to lose, okay? She is the reason that I stooped so low. Because I could not provide a roof over her head. I'm her older brother, and I let her down. Maddie: Oh, that is not true. You are the greatest. Henry: She's happy here. I'm happy having her here. And if you throw us out now, you're going to ruin the rest of her sweet, innocent life. Just -- look, all I can do is throw myself on your mercy and beg forgiveness. Mike: Sorry, Henry. We're all out.
Mike: Okay, this should cover things. Henry: I see the no mercy rule's in effect. Maddie: Henry, if you would've just let me -- Mike: Maddie, Maddie, listen -- I get where you're coming from, all right? But Henry's not a kid. He knows how long Katie and I have been in love. And he knows exactly how much we value his friendship. We did everything we could try to get the three of us to a good place, and he blew it. Katie: I'm sorry staying here couldn't work out. I think it's just best if you leave now, though. Mike: We'll be upstairs while you pack. Henry: Bubbles, you can't stay mad at me for long, can you? Mike: Don't slip on anything while we're gone. Maddie: Henry, I am so sorry. This is all my fault. Henry: Fault schmalt. Here, pack your jammies. Maddie: Why wouldn't you just let me tell them the truth? Henry: Because, honey, falling on the sword is about as much fun as it sounds. Don't worry about it, it's going to be all right. We're all going to be laughing about this through our gums at the nursing home one day. Maddie: But you're not laughing now, though, are you? Henry: No, I'm not. But neither are Mike and Katie. Trust me, they're up there hating themselves right now, about this. It'll work out. Go pack your toothbrush and I'll get my martini kit together. We'll let them stew. Maddie: Yeah.
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