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Thursday, December 1, 2005 Day 523 of Henry trapped in BJ's wine cellar. Or at least it feels like it!
Henry is sitting on the floor, barefoot, when Olga brings him a plate of food. "I'm afraid to ask," he says, looking at it. "Henery must eat. Keep up strength," says Olga. "Yeah, right. Like I have a fighting chance against you and the Beej -- who's out there right now planning Mike Kasnoff's funeral. Which makes you - my Teutonic Amazon - an accessory to murder," says Henry. "Beej no murder Kasnoff not today. Beej is busy with butt buster," declares Olga. "What do you mean?" asks Henry. "She is called Katie, yah? She is upstairs," says Olga. "Katie is here? Now?" asks Henry. She is. She's pretending to be heart-broken over Mike in order to get information out of BJ. She hints that she'd like some wine, but BJ won't let her go to the wine cellar. He goes alone to get some wine.
Olga holds Henry while BJ picks out a bottle of wine. "K-k-k-Katie -- beautiful Katie..." he hums. "What did you do to her? Did you drug her? Did you kidnap her? 'Cause there's no way she'd come back here. Not after Halloween," says Henry. "What do you think, Henry? Is Katie a rose girl?" asks BJ. "She's Mike's girl," says Henry. "Not anymore," smiles BJ. "I knew it. I knew it. You killed him, didn't you?" accuses Henry. "Let's just say I beat him at his own game. I know, champagne. Yes, after all, it's a celebration. Katie has finally come to her senses. She's left Mike," reports BJ. "I don't believe you," says Henry, crying out when Olga tightens her grasp. "It's true. Tell him, Olga," says BJ. "Is true," agrees Olga. "I'd invite you along, old boy, but I can see that you and Olga have dinner plans. And don't worry -- after a few glasses of champagne? Katie won't even realize you're gone," says BJ, leaving the wine cellar. "Katie! It's a trap!" calls Henry, before Olga can get her hand over his mouth. "Shut him up, Olga. Katie's with me now, Henry. Please get used to it," says BJ.
"Mmm, Henery smell good," says Olga. "I find that hard to believe, Olga. I've been down here for a long time. Listen sweetie, I need to get out of here, okay? And it's nothing personal, really. Another time, another place, I think I'd really enjoy your forearm pressed firmly against my Adam's apple. But I'm worried about my friends," says Henry. Upstairs, Katie fakes a fainting spell to break the bottle of champagne. She rushes downstairs to the wine cellar before BJ can stop her. "Katie, wait! You can't go down there alone! I swear, there's rats the size of your rabbit!" calls BJ. "Katie --!" cries Henry, but Olga puts her hand over his mouth again and drags him behind a wine rack. Katie goes into the wine cellar and looks aorund. "Let's go back upstairs," suggests BJ. "I had no idea you had so much wine. Look at all these bottles," says Katie, "How am I going to pick just one, out of all these bottles?" "I thought you wanted champagne?" asks BJ. "Oh no, we don't need champagne. An hour down here and a girl could become a connoisseur," says Katie. She spies Henry behind the wine rack, but BJ pulls her away and kisses her.
"Whoa, B.J., What are you doing?" asks Katie, pulling away. "I thought it was obvious. Now that you're a free woman..." says BJ. "Yeah. Oh I know -- but it's a little soon," says Katie. "You still have feelings for Mike?" asks BJ. "Yeah, a lot of feelings. I'm furious at him! But that doesn't mean I want to jump into a relationship right away. You wouldn't want me on the rebound, would you?" asks Katie. "No. When you come to me, Katie -- and you will -- I want it to be because you've fallen in love with me," says BJ. "I can guarantee I won't come to you until I do. Love you. Which I can't. Yet. So. Bottle of wine?" suggests Katie. "Anything your heart desires. Beaujolais. Cabernets," says BJ. "Ooh, I like it when you speak French," smiles Katie. "They all go very well with crudités," says BJ. "Very nice. So, what else you got hidden around here?" asks Katie, looking around. Her phone rings and BJ grabs it. "It's Mike. Hi Mike, it's B.J." he says, answering it. "Put Katie on the phone," demands Mike. "I'm sorry, Katie doesn't want to talk to you -- ever again," says BJ, "And if you ever come near her again, you'll wish you hadn't." "Listen here you freak. Put Katie on the phone right now, or I swear I'm coming over there," warns Mike. "You don't scare me," says BJ. "Oh, no? Really? Maybe I should bring Margo Hughes with me with her handcuffs and her badge and her 9mm," suggests Mike. BJ reluctantly hands the phone to Katie. "Mike? Mike! Great, he hung up. What if he comes over here? You should've let me talk to him," sighs Katie. "If he comes over here, he'll regret it. He's not the only one with backup," threatens BJ. He leaves the wine cellar, and with a backward glance towards Henry, Katie follows him. Henry makes a dash for the door crying, "Katie! Katie! It's me! Katie, I'm down here!" But Olga reaches him before he can get away. "And you stay down here, bad boy," she says, locking him in.
Henry is alone in the wine cellar. "Katie! Katie, I'm down here! I can still smell your shampoo. And now B.J. is -- no. I'm not gonna think about that. Not gonna think about that. Oh. You're gonna need to keep your strength up, Coleman," he says, picking up the mysterious food. "This isn't over," he promises.
Today’s episode was directed by Michael Eilbaum and written by Elizabeth Page.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Henry: I'm afraid to ask. Olga: Henery must eat. Keep up strength. Henry: Yeah, right. Like I have a fighting chance against you and the Beej -- who's out there right now planning Mike Kasnoff's funeral. Which makes you - my Teutonic Amazon - an accessory to murder. Olga: Beej no murder Kasnoff not today. Beej is busy with butt buster. Henry: What do you mean? Olga: She is called Katie, yah? She is upstairs. Henry: Katie is here? Now?
B.J.: K-k-k-Katie -- beautiful Katie... Henry: What did you do to her? Did you drug her? Did you kidnap her? 'Cause there's no way she'd come back here. Not after Halloween. B.J.: What do you think, Henry? Is Katie a rose girl? Henry: She's Mike's girl. B.J.: Not anymore. Henry: I knew it. I knew it. You killed him, didn't you? B.J.: Let's just say I beat him at his own game. I know, champagne. Yes, after all, it's a celebration. Katie has finally come to her senses. She's left Mike. Henry: I don't believe you. Ahh! B.J.: It's true. Tell him, Olga. Olga: Is true. B.J.: I'd invite you along, old boy, but I can see that you and Olga have dinner plans. And don't worry -- after a few glasses of champagne? Katie won't even realize you're gone. Henry: Katie! It's a trap! B.J.: Shut him up, Olga. Katie's with me now, Henry. Please get used to it.
Olga: Mmm, Henery smell good. Henry: I find that hard to believe, Olga. I've been down here for a long time. Listen sweetie, I need to get out of here, okay? And it's nothing personal, really. Another time, another place, I think I'd really enjoy your forearm pressed firmly against my Adam's apple. But I'm worried about my friends. B.J.: Katie, wait! You can't go down there alone! I swear, there's rats the size of your rabbit! Henry: Katie --! B.J.: Let's go back upstairs. Katie: I had no idea you had so much wine. Look at all these bottles.
Katie: How am I going to pick just one, out of all these bottles? B.J.: I thought you wanted champagne? Katie: Oh no, we don't need champagne. An hour down here and a girl could become a connoisseur.
Katie: Whoa, B.J., What are you doing? B.J.: I thought it was obvious. Now that you're a free woman -- Katie: Yeah. Oh I know -- but it's a little soon. B.J.: You still have feelings for Mike? Katie: Yeah, a lot of feelings. I'm furious at him! But that doesn't mean I want to jump into a relationship right away. You wouldn't want me on the rebound, would you? B.J.: No. When you come to me, Katie -- and you will -- I want it to be because you've fallen in love with me. Katie: I can guarantee I won't come to you until I do. Love you. Which I can't. Yet. So. Bottle of wine? B.J.: Anything your heart desires. Beaujolais. Cabernets. Katie: Ooh, I like it when you speak French. B.J.: They all go very well with crudités. Katie: Very nice. So, what else you got hidden around here? B.J.: Give me that. It's probably Mike bothering you. Katie: Or it could be my sister. B.J.: It's Mike. Hi Mike, it's B.J. Mike: Put Katie on the phone. B.J.: I'm sorry, Katie doesn't want to talk to you -- ever again
B.J.: And if you ever come near her again, you'll wish you hadn't. Mike: Listen here you freak. Put Katie on the phone right now, or I swear I'm coming over there. B.J.: You don't scare me. Mike: Oh, no? Really? Maybe I should Margo Hughes with me with her handcuffs and her badge and her 9mm. Katie: Mike? Mike! Great, he hung up. What if he comes over here? You should've let me talk to him. B.J.: If he comes over here, he'll regret it. He's not the only one with backup. Katie: B.J., Wait! Wait! I'm sure he didn't mean to scare you. Henry: Katie! Katie! It's me! Katie, I'm down he! Olga: And you stay down here, bad boy.
Henry: Katie! Katie, I'm down here! I can still smell your shampoo. And now B.J. Is -- no. I'm not gonna think about that. Not gonna think about that. Oh. You're gonna need to keep your strength up, Coleman. This isn't over.
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