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Friday, December 16, 2005 Today Henry comes up with another plan to escape from the wine cellar. And it works, for the moment at least.
Olga comes into the cellar and Henry jokes, "Hi, honey, how was your day? We never talk anymore. There was a time when you couldn't wait to tell me about the office, then I would tell you all about the kids..." "Oh, zipper your lips, Henry," says Olga impatiently. "You look tense," observes Henry. "Boss expects miracle. I give him half miracle, not enough," sighs Olga (meaning, she was ordered to kill Maddie but ended up merely injuring Mike). "Come here, come here, come here. Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down," says Henry, rubbing her shoulders, "I know bosses. They always expect miracles. And then, in the end, they're realistic."
"Normal persons, yeah. Not bosses who live in
personal lala land," says Olga. "I hate what he's done to you, Olga.
A beautiful woman, you're trapped down in this basement with a prisoner and
merlots and chardonnays, and there's no end in sight. Now, who treats a gorgeous
creature like that? Not a real man," says Henry. "What does real
man?" asks Olga.
"You know what I need, Henry," says Olga, as they roll around on the floor of the cellar. "Yes, count on it, my goddess," says Henry. "Oh, no goddess. Throw me down from stone pedal," says Olga. "Pedestal?" asks Henry. "See, woman, not goddess," says Olga. "Oh, you bet," agrees Henry. "Take woman," orders Olga. "Here?" asks Henry. "Now, on floor, not one minute more to wait," says Olga.
"Oh, my Swedish strudel, my darling, my -- no," says Henry. "No?" asks Olga. "I mean, no, not no. Not no. I mean, not here. Not this place," says Henry. "It's where we meet. It's where the fire is born!" says Olga. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's so damp and it's nasty, and I've been a prisoner. And I think my fire might go out, sweetie. You deserve something better. Yeah. You deserve soft cushions and feather pillows and cashmere blankets, don't you? Upstairs," suggests Henry. "Boss not like that," says Olga. "We have no boss, Olga. It's just you and me," says Henry.
"Boss not know. Took butt buster to her house," says Olga. "Did he really do that? Then it is just you and me. It was fate, baby. Let's go upstairs, huh? What do you say? Yeah, put it in the hole," says Henry as they make their way to the door and Olga unlocks it. As soon as they're out of the door Henry pushes Olga back into the wine cellar and dashes up the stairs.
Henry runs straight to Katie's cottage, where he stands shivering outside the door.
Today’s episode was directed by Sonia Blangiardo and written by Melissa Salmons.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Henry: Hi, honey, how was your day? We never talk anymore. There was a time when you couldn't wait to tell me about the office, then I would tell you all about the kids and -- Olga: Oh, zipper your lips, Henry. Henry: You look tense. Olga: Boss expects miracle. I give him half miracle, not enough. Henry: Come here, come here, come here. Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down. I know bosses. They always expect miracles. And then, in the end, they're realistic. Olga: Normal persons, yeah. Not bosses who live in personal lala land. Henry: I hate what he's done to you, Olga. A beautiful woman, you're trapped down in this basement with a prisoner and merlots and chardonnays, and there's no end in sight. Now, who treats a gorgeous creature like that? Not a real man. Olga: What does real man? Henry: Well, he appreciates the beauty that's in front of him. He lavishes her with tenderness and affection. He seizes --
Olga: You know what I need, Henry. Henry: Yes, count on it, my goddess. Olga: Oh, no goddess. Throw me down from stone pedal. Henry: Pedestal? Olga: See, woman, not goddess. Henry: Oh, you bet. Olga: Take woman. Henry: Here? Olga: Now, on floor, not one minute more to wait. Henry: Oh, my Swedish strudel, my darling, my -- no. Olga: No? Henry: I mean, no, not no. Not no. I mean, not here. Not this place. Olga: It's where we meet. It's where the fire is born! Henry: Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's so damp and it's nasty, and I've been a prisoner. And I think my fire might go out, sweetie. You deserve something better. Yeah. You deserve soft cushions and feather pillows and cashmere blankets, don't you? Upstairs. Olga: Boss not like that. Henry: We have no boss, Olga. It's just you and me. Olga: Boss not know. Took butt buster to her house. Henry: Oh, did he really? Olga: Yeah. Henry: Did he really do that? Then it is just you and me. It was fate, baby. Let's go upstairs, huh? What do you say? Yeah, put it in the hole. Olga: Yeah. Henry: Open the door. [ Olga screams ]
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