Transcripts from 293-298 episodes

Mason: Good morning.
Mary: Good morning.
Mason: You are doing a hundred yard dash?
Mary: No, I just came down for this and I... I don't want to leave your father alone for too long.
Mason: Just wanted to see how you were feeling.
Mary: Fine. A... Better. Thank you. Ahm... I'm sorry about last night.
Mason: Not half as sorry as I am. I was sort of looking forward to our evening together. I hope you don't get these headaches often.
Mary: Not... very often.
Mason: Good. I wouldn't want one to interfere the next time.
Mary: Ahh... I really have to get upstairs, Mason.
Mason: There... will be the next time, won't there?
Mary: I don't know.
Mason: There will be. My family will tell you I am nothing if not persistent. I always say what Joe Louis used to say.
Mary: What?
Mason: You can run, but you can't hide.

Mary tries to walk away.

Mason: Mary, what are you hiding from?

Mary's hesitating whether to stay or to go.

Mason: All right. If I change the subject will you stay for a minute?
Mary: Pardon.
Mason: I'm looking for Eden. You haven't seen her, have you?
Mary: As a matter of fact I did. I saw her earlier this morning, just before she left on her trip.
Mason: What trip?
Mary: She had a suitcase in her hand. And she implied she was going to be away for a couple of days.
Mason: Oh, that's interesting. She didn't tell any of us she was leaving.
Mary: Didn't she?
Mason: No... You don't know where she was going, do you?
Mary: No. But she was very up about it wherever it was. I got the impression that it wasn't business.
Mason: No, hardly. It sounds suspiciously like the opposite. If I were going to tell she went somewhere with Cruz. And I'm going to find out where. Excuse me.

Mason makes telephone inquiries re. Eden's whereabouts. Mary comes downstairs.

Mason: Hello Mary. Taking a little break?
Mary: Oh, no. I'm just getting some lunch.
Mason: I take it my father is still resting comfortably in the twilight zone?
Mary: Why are you always so flip when you talk about him?
Mason: Long story.
Mary: Yes, so I've heard.
Mason: Who have you been talking to?
Mary: Oh, Mason. It's obvious there's some big drift between you and your father. And... between your father and his wife. Which is why there aren't any pictures of either of you in his room. Why is that?
Mason: This is... ahm... a very unusual family, Mary. We have more than our share of vendettas. I think the best thing you can do is just... stay as far away from it as possible.
Mary: Mason, look, I've been living in this house taking care of your father, that doesn't make me family, but it does make me wonder about this tension I've been feeling. I... I just wanna understand it.
Mason: I don't know if you could.
Mary: Wha... I'm sorry I didn't mean to overstep my bounds.
Mason: Well, no, you... you didn't do that. Ma... Mary, wa... wait a minute...

Mary leaves upset. Kelly comes in through the front door.

Kelly: Mason, what are you chasing after Mary for?
Mason: I'm not chasing after her.
Kelly: Why don't you leave her alone? You know, she's about as far from your type as a person can get.
Mason: You don't know the first thing about what's my type or not.
Kelly: Have you seen my keys? (finds her keys) Here they are.
Mason: Where are you off to?
Kelly: Nick's.
Mason: Nick Hartley, are you sure he is your type?
Kelly: Look, Mason! I only said that about Mary because she was asking questions about you today. You know... a... and I just wanna make sure you are not giving her the impression that you are interested in her or something.
Mason: What kind of questions?
Kelly: Questions about you and Gina. I mean she's gonna find out one day, Mason. It's not that hard to figure out. May be you ought to tell yourself before she hears it from somebody else.

Mary comes downstairs.

Mason: Oh, Mary! I was just coming to look for you.
Mary: Why?
Mason: I wanted to tell you my side of the story.
Mary: Mason, nobody's told me any stories about you.
Mason: No, but they've implied plenty, I'm sure. Let resounding innuendos drop. Enough to give you a headache, I'll bet. Mary, don't... listen to them... or judge me through their eyes.
Mary: I haven't. I wanna make up my own mind. But, Mason, you make things very difficult. You know you're hiding things about yourself. I can sense it.
Mason: Well, you hide things too, you know. Every time I think I know what you're feeling you turn away and run in the other direction.
Mary: I've been confused...
Mason: You've been scared. It happens to all of us. It's nothing to be ashamed of.
Mary: Well, how about you? Aren't you scared to tell me what's going on between you and your father?
Mason: Yeah... I suppose I am. I am afraid that if I tell you without you knowing some family history you'll misinterpret.
Mary: Well, then we're at stalemate, aren't we?
Mason: Mary... hm... you have to understand something. What happened between my father and me is just one blunder in the series of missed connections that began years and years ago. I never meant for it to happen. But I was believing there were high hopes that my father and I would finally learn to live together in some semblance of peace.
Mary: So then what happened to you, Mason? And Gina... Gina's in trouble with CC too, isn't she?
Mason: Gina... Gina is a mixture of strengths and weaknesses the likes of which you've never seen before. She expected things of my father that he couldn't give her. Gina expects a lot of things of people that they can't deliver. She was hurt... and angry... and didn't... I'm not telling this well at all.
Mary: It's all right.
Mason: No, it isn't.
Mary: Yes, it is. It's all right. It's... I... I'm pushing... too hard. And you don't owe me anything. I know what I said before but I was wrong. I mean I can't think that working here entitles me to know anything about this family. I... It's just hard not to get close. Which is why... I am going give my notice.
Mason: Give notice?! But you can't do that, Mary.
Mary: Yes, as soon as I find someone to replace me and take care of your father I am going to work at the clinic more.
Mason: What clinic?
Mary: Oh, that's a little clinic off Milpas Street. It's... I've been helping out there in the last few weeks.
Mason: You think they need you more than we do?
Mary: I... think I'll be more productive there, yes.
Mason: Why? Because they are poor and the Capwells are rich?
Mary: Rich and poor have nothing to do with this.
Mason (comes closer to her): Mary, this is where you're needed. Please, don't go.

Kelly: OK... Did something happen here that's driving you away? Is it Mason? Look, I saw him talking to you before. Did he say something to you?
Mary: No, it... it's nothing Mason said but...
Kelly: But what?
Mary: Well, it does have to do with Mason.
Kelly: Mary, you know what?! I knew it! He doesn't have to say a word, he just have to give you a look or make a slide remark to somebody else that you are supposed to overhear. I know him. Mary, please don't pay any attention to him.
Mary: No, Kelly, don't misunderstand. I like Mason.
Kelly: You do?
Mary: Oh, yes. He's been very considerate. He's really gone out of his way. What upsets me is this... this tension that I feel around him. I mean there's anger and there's bad feeling in this house that seems to... centre around Mason... And I don't know why... And it... It makes me uneasy. Look, I... I'm sorry to be so blunt but you... you asked me why I feel I need to leave and that's as honest as I can get.
Kelly: No, no, it's OK.
Mary: I wish I could be immune to it, but I just can't
Kelly: That's why you were asking questions about Mason this morning, hah? And Gina?
Mary: You seem to be as angry at him as anybody. Has he hurt you?
Kelly: No... not directly. Ah, Mary, he has done things that've had an effect on the whole family. And of course that includes me. Actually, there've been times when I felt sorry for Mason. You know, he just... he has this manner about him that puts people off sometimes. Even when he doesn't intend to. And he wants to be accepted by everybody else... and I understand that. But he insists on being his own worst enemy. And in the long run it makes it hard for him to be close to people, you know.
Mary: Now, he is not alone in that. I mean it doesn't come as easily to all of us as it does to you.
Kelly (sighs): Look, Mary. I... I don't want to put pressure on you. If you feel that you have to leave instead of committing, you should. But we do need you. You know, I... It's never been more important to us to have someone that we can really trust. In fact, I think you do more toward easing the tension around here than... anything that's happened here in a long time. OK?

Mary slightly nods her head. Kelly leaves the room.

Mason: No, it doesn't have to be the biggest bouquet you've got. Just want it to be special. I don't really care about the cost. You know... And it goes to Mary Duval. Care of Capwell. You have that address?
Aah... yeah. Yeah, I would like to send a card. Ahh...phh...

Roses are red...
Lilies are white...
I... I hope we can try again...
How about tonight?

Mason (rolls his eyes in disbelief): What is happening to me?... What? Yeah... Yes, sign that ahh... Just sign it "Mason". Mghuh. Yes, that's a rush.

Mary opens the door. There is a flower company delivery man.

Mary: Ohh, how lovely. Who are they for?

Delivery guy reads a card.

Delivery guy: Ah... Let me see. It says "Mary Duvall".
Mary (in astonishment): Mary Duvall?
Delivery guy: Doesn't she live here?
Mary: Oh, yes... Oh...I'm sort of... Oh... Thank you.

The guy hands her the bouquet.

Mary (searching her pocket for a tip): Oh...wait... wait... ahm...

She hands the guy a note.

Delivery guy: Oh! Thank you. How about it! Have a really nice evening!
Mary: You too.

Mary closes the door and reads the card and admires the bouquet. Mason comes downstairs.

Mason: I see you've got my little gift.
Mary: Oh, Mason. They are beautiful.
Mason: They are a bribe. Do me the honour and let me take you out tonight.

Mary smiles in reply.

A few seconds later.

Mary: Mason, I don't know. I... I don't feel right about it.
Mason: Why not?
Mary: I don't know... I just... thought...
Mason: Mary... There's already been enough that we haven't said to each other.
Mary: Well, that's true... You... We're both very good at changing subjects and developing headaches.
Mason (laughs understandingly): But you... you're feeling fine now?
Mary: Are we fooling ourselves? Are we just wasting each others' time?
Mason: Why? Because you are leaving and you think I'll forget all about you?
Mary: Well...
Mason: You... talked to Kelly. Did she talk you out of leaving?
Mary: She was very persuasive...
Mason: That's not the answer I wanna hear.
Mary: All right. I'm staying for a little while. I don't know how long.
Mason: Good. What made you change your mind?
Mary: I guess I've figured that just because the situation is difficult I shouldn't run away.
Mason: Are you trying to tell me something?
Mary: Did you get a message from what I just said?
Mason: You sound like you are trying to tell me that I am running away too.
Mary: Are you?
Mason: Only because I have something at stake.
Mary: Do you think that I will judge you harshly if I know the truth?
Mason: Most people do.
Mary: Mason, I promise you, if you wanna tell me about you and your father I will listen to the whole story and I won't make any quick decisions. So why does he hate you so much?
Mason: If I can explain it to you, and I don't know if I can, it's gonna take some time. And I don't think this is the time or the right place.
Mary: All right. Later.
Mason: Yeah... I... I have to make an important call and then we'll... see. I'm just gonna need a little room. It's gonna require some thought.
Mary: Sure. I'll be upstairs.

Mary is talking to Christie when Mason comes along.

Mason: Hello, Mary.
Mary: Hello, Mason.
Christie: Excuse me. (walks away)
Mason: May we talk for a minute... My father can't be in better hands, Mary.
Mary: Thank you.
Mason: Of course there are some people around in this town who would rather your hands weren't quite so capable and conscientious.
Mary: All I can tell to you, Mason, is that I'm going to do everything I can to keep your father alive.
Mason: I know you will. (A phone rings.) Excuse me.

Later on Mason is talking to Ted downstairs when Mary passes by.

Mason: ...Would you excuse me for a minute, Ted? Mary...
Mary: Hi...
Mason: Are... we still on for dinner?
Mary: Oh, what's that? (looks at the frame Mason's got in his hand) Oh, a picture of you.
Mason: Yeah. Do you think it's a good one?
Mary: Ah... Yeah. Yeah, it's fine?
Mason: I was thinking you might wanna have it.
Mary: Me?
Mason: Yeah, so that you could put it in my father's room. Since Eden is not here to take it out.
Mary: Mason... if... if there is a chance it's going to upset your father I'm not gonna put it in his room. Are you serious?
Mason: I am about our date tonight.
Mary: Oh, I don't... I don't... I don't know.
Mason: Is it because I haven't confessed all to you about... about why my father hates me so much. Is that it? That 's what causing your headaches?
Mary: No. Not... no.
Mason: You talked to Kelly, did she tell you?
Mary: No.
Mason: Then I don't see any reason why we can't go out and see... see each other away from this house?
Mary: Well, I... I don't know. I... I have to get upstairs to your father. Excuse me.

Mary goes upstairs.

Mary: Oh! Oh!
Mason: It's all right!
Mary: Sorry. (They laugh.)
Mason: Nothing... Nothing's broken. Now, you're OK? Let me take this while it's still intact.
Mary: I didn't even see you...
Mason: All right... Nothing's spilled. Since when have you been carrying breakfast trays around? Have you been sent to the scullery?
Mary: Oh, no. It's for the night nurse upstairs.
Mason: Oh... So you're not on duty yet?
Mary: No.
Mason: Good. Then we can talk for a minute?
Mary: About what?
Mason: Ahm... You know how hard it is to talk about something when somebody asks you what you want to talk about?
Mary: Not if you come prepared.
Mason: I am a little prepared. What are you doing tonight?
Mary: Ahm... working at the clinic.
Mason: No, you are not. You're having dinner with me tonight. We're dancing afterwards... or interspersed with it... if you prefer. Don't say "No" twice in a row, I am a sore loser,
Mary: Ahm... Mason. I'd... love to... but...
Mason: Good. I'll meet you right here. On this very spot at 8 o'clock tonight. If you don't I'm going to stand here like a statue until you do. Until I'm covered with rust... and a musket moulds in my hand. (Mary smiles at his jokes.)

Gina (comes downstairs): Oh, good, Mason. I've caught you before you left the house.
Mason (to himself): Trapped like a rat in a trap... (then to Gina) Actually, I'm not leaving yet, Gina. I just... I have to rush this up to the night nurse and check in on dad. But I'll catch up with you later, OK?
Gina: Oh... all right.

Mason grabs Mary's tray and quickly disappears upstairs.

Gina: Good morning, Mary.
Mary: Good morning.
Gina: I wanna compliment you on the job you're doing with CC. I'm really very grateful. I think you are absolutely amazing.
Mary: Oh, thanks, but I'm not amazing...
Gina: I mean, you come right out of a convent and go into nursing. Must've been quite a shock.
Mary (looks puzzled): Well... I was trained as a nurse in the convent.
Gina: Yes, of course. But they use wooden people and mannequins, don't they? With plastic parts. It must be very different when you are confronted with a real thing. Flash and blood, you know.
Mary: Oh... not such a big shock as you may think.
Gina: Well, and also to take on a case so complicated like my husband's! I should write a letter to... to... commend you. But I wouldn't know where to send it, because you're not in a nunnery anymore.
Mary: Oh, Gina! I can always use Letter of Recommendation.
Gina: Well, good! But it's really too early to think about something like that, because you are not leaving. We want you to stay... for years and years to take care of CC, of course. And I just wanted to say... keep up the good work.
Mary: Well, thanks. I'll do my best.
Gina: But another thing, Mary. I don't think you should bury yourself in your nursing. Now you should get out there and have a social life too. Is that awkward for you?
Mary: A... aw-kward?..
Gina: Yeah, they probably don't train you for things like that, do they? Ahm... how to relate to men... so on... (Mary shakes her head.) No, they probably don't. But don't you worry. It will all come to you sooner or later. Just a... one of these days it'll... just happen. Sooner or later we all have to... learn how to deal with men, don't we? Before they deal with us... Well, I have to go now... I've got things to do...

Gina leaves.

Mason and Gina.

Gina: Mason, I've been waiting for you.
Mason: Have you?
Gina: Yes. I wanted to invite you to have lunch with me today.
Mason: Actually, Gina, I've got kind of a lot of things to take care of today.
Gina: Well, you have to eat. You're a growing boy.
Mason: I'll just grab something on the run.
Gina: It's not very good for you and it's even worse for me. Mason, are you trying to avoid me?
Mason: No. Nonsense, Gina! These are just busy times, that's all.
Gina: Yes, I think they are too busy. So, we have to make time for ourselves.

Gina stands up and comes closer to Mason.

Gina: Mason, you mean so much to me. The house is quiet now. Not a creature is stirring. Silence has a kind of music to it sometimes, don't you think? Would you dance with me?
Mason (pulls away from Gina): Gina... I... I think we need to talk about the situation.
Gina: Well, I don't wanna talk now.
Mason: Well, I know you don't, but it's important that we do. I've been thinking a lot about it. I am going to need Ted and Kelly's support and approval. Eden's too, if I want to establish some sort of a power base at Capwell Enterprises.
Gina: Mason, I really don't wanna talk shop now.
Mason: I don't care, Gina. I'm never going be able to win them over to my side if they are constantly reminded of what happened between you and me. We can't afford to keep rubbing their noses in it.
Gina: I... don't think I understand what you're saying. And I'm not so sure I want you to explain it either.
Mason: There's nothing so dreadful. Just that... we're going to have to cool it for a while. That's all.
Gina: Cool it? Not end it?
Mason: No. No, we just have to be discreet... and careful and... only for a while.
Gina: Well, I hate being discreet.
Mason: I know you do, but it's necessary sometimes.
Gina: Well, I think it's the same thing as being hypocritical.
Mason: That's an... interesting definition.
Gina: Mason, I'm tired of being careful, of sneaking around the house all the time.
Mason: Gina, we are playing for very high stakes here. We can't just throw caution to the winds.
Gina: Oh, there must be some place we can throw it.
Mason (laughs at her joke):I'm serious and surely you know I am right about this.
Gina: Mason, don't call me Shirley.

Their conversation is interrupted when Mary comes downstairs.

Mary enters the atrium.

Mary: Gina, excuse me.
Gina: Oh, yes, Mary. What is it?
Mary: The doctor wants to see you for a minute and talk about your husband.
Gina: Now?!
Mary: He sent me to get you.
Gina: All right, I better go. Excuse me, Mason.
Mason: Of course. A... Mary! Can I talk to you for a minute? It's about dad.
Mary: Oh, of course. What is it?
Mason: You haven't answered my question. Are we going out tonight?
Mary: No! Absolutely not! Mason, I just... I can't... I can't...
Mason: Mary, I understand your apprehension. I have a reputation for being something of a... bad boy, which tends to make nice girls run for their lives. And you certainly are... a nice girl. But what about if I decide to be on my best behavior? If I abide by any guidelines you set? I'll even let you tie my hands behind my back.
Mary: And how do you propose to eat and dance like that?
Mason: I'll be completely at your mercy. You'll have to feed me, lead me... I'll be totally dependent on you. Later on may be you'll take pity on me and untie one hand.
Mary: You are a hard man to say "No" to, Mr Capwell.
Mason: Does it mean you're saying "Yes", Miss Duval?
Mary: Tentatively. I'll consider it. How's that?
Mason: That's a... minor miracle. For which I am duly grateful. Shall I make a tentative reservation at some charming little place with a meek reputation and a chic clientele?
Mary: You can make a firm reservation wherever you like.
Mason: Well, you've made my day, Mary. In return I promise I'll try to make your evening.

Kelly is in the atrium. Mary comes along. She's got a hanger with a lavender dress in her hand.

Kelly: Hi, Mary.
Mary: Hi!
Kelly: Everything's all right?
Mary: Fine.
Kelly: Oh, right! You are not working, and I thought you were working... (Notices Mary's dress) Hey! What's that?
Mary: Oh... I bought this today. What do you think?
Kelly: I think it's beautiful.
Mary: Yeah?
Kelly: Watch you belt there...
Mary (picks up the belt from the floor): Oh... Oups! But... but... now how do you think it's gonna look on me? I mean is it too...
Kelly: A... too... nothing! I think it's perfect. And a colour is beautiful. I guess you are going out somewhere, yeah?
Mary: Yeah. Well... I... (She notices Mason.) We have a date for dinner.
Mason: Good! You finally admitted it! You're a witness, Kelly. She can't back out now. (Then to Mary) I'm afraid you're gonna change your mind at the last minute again.
Kelly: Well, the dress is lovely. I think it's a little too good to waste on Mason though.
Mason: Well, thank you, Kelly, for that wonderful testimony.
Kelly: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I don't have your capacity for forgiveness, Mason.
Mary: Ahm... I... I think I... go change. I... I'll... I... won't be long.

Mary goes upstairs to change.

Mason: I take it you're going out too, hah?
Kelly: Yeah, I'm meeting Nick. And I think... I'll wait outside.
Mason: Just a minute, Kelly. I'm a little tired of the way you've been treating me. I think we ought to clear the air.
Kelly: Yeah? Well, I don't think we're going to be able to, Mason. I haven't been able to stand you for some time. I don't know why I should try to start right now.
Mason: Totally close-minded, hah?
Kelly: Yeah. Well, you closed it!
Mason: Kelly! For the love of...
Kelly: And now it's Mary? Is that it?
Mason: What?!
Kelly: I'm talking about the way you're using her, Mason. Look, she's a very nice and very innocent girl. And she isn't used to men like you.
Mason: What do you mean:"Men like me"?
Kelly: Men that have no other goals in life than amusing themselves. Generally, at the expense of someone else.
Mason: Kelly, let's get one thing straight right now. I'm not using Mary. I'm certainly not amusing myself at her expense. I like her. I think she likes me. I've never known anybody like her before.
Kelly: Oh, but once you've gotten to know her, you will lose interest, is that it? In the meantime while you have nothing better to do, you probably ruin her life. Oh, and by the way... Does she know the truth about you and Gina?
Mason: No. And don't you tell her either.
Kelly (ironically): Oh. All right. I won't if you don't want me.
Mason: I'm warning you, Kelly. Drop it! Or I'll make your life hell.
Nick: Oh, that's enough, Mason. Go make life hell for someone your own size.

Nick and Kelly leave.

Mary (looking in the mirror): This is it... Wish me luck.

Mason is waiting for her downstairs.

Mary: Do I look all right?

Mason (in admiration): I'll let you know as soon as I catch my breath.

Mason pours champagne.

Mason: It's a... beautiful cameo. Is that new... too?
Mary: No. No, this is my grandmother's. It's the only piece of real jewellery that I owe.
Mason (touches the cameo): Oh, it's lovely... and looks lovely on you. And then what wouldn't be?
Mary: I thought... we said "no hands".
Mason: Oh. That's right. We did. You have to keep reminding me of that. All evening... if necessary. Unless, of course, you... happen to forget.

Mason and Mary are seating at the table in the atrium.

Mason: Well... Shall we?
Mary: Shall we what?
Mason: Go. We're missing our 8.30 dinner reservation.
Mary: Oh. Oh, then I guess we should.
Mason: Hm, don't tell me, not another headache.
Mary (standing up): No.
Mason: What then? You're nervous about looking glamorous for the first time in public?
Mary: Don't make fun of me.
Mason: I won't. And if I think again, I'm nervous too.
Mary (lightheartedly teases Mason): No, you won't.
Mason: We could... stay here if you like, have a quiet dinner alone. There's no one in the house. Will be just for two of us.
Mary: Ahm... No. I... I think we should go.
Mason: All right.

On their way out Mason and Mary run into Gina.

Gina: Good evening.
Mary: Good evening.
Gina: Mmm... Mary! May I have a word with you?

Mary: What sort of noise?
Gina: Ahm... I don't know. I've never heard it before.
Mary: From which machine?
Gina: Oh, I don't know which is which. It happened right after the doctor left. I looked all over the place but I couldn't find you.
Mary: Oh, I... had... shopping to do.
Mason: I'm sure the night nurse will know if there's anything wrong.
Gina: Well, she didn't hear it. She was out of the room for a minute. I was the only one there. Mary, I would feel so much better if you went upstairs to check on it.
Mary: Oh! Of course. (Mary goes back in the house.)
Gina: Thank you.
Mason: OK. What is it, Gina?
Gina: Ahm... She looks very nice.
Mason: It's not what you think.
Gina: Where are you going?
Mason: Orient Express. For dinner.
Gina: Mary needs some legal advice?
Mason (sighs): Gina...
Gina: You know, Mason... you never once... took me out for dinner. Never.
Mason: I told you, Gina, you and I have to be discreet. No one in the house can know.
Gina: Well, I know that's what you told me, but... but why? I mean, everyone hates us already.
Mason: 'Cause we need the family's good will. You, if you wanna keep your roof over your head, and me, if I wanna accomplish anything at Capwell Enterprises. I need one more vote to have a majority in my pocket.
Gina: Well... Do we have to be so discreet that we go on dinner dates with... other people?
Mason: Well... It might help Kelly and Ted... and Eden change their minds about us, make them think that... what happened between us is all in the past.
Gina: Is it, Mason?
Mason: What do you think?
Gina: You need me too, you know. Whatever power you have in this business... comes basically from... Brandon.
Mason: Of course, I need you. And I... miss not being with you. You're... a very desirable woman, but this is the way it has to be.
Gina: Can we still meet privately?
Mason: Of course. You understand, don't you?
Gina: I'm... trying.
Mason (notices that Mary's just opened the front door): Well... Are... "all systems go"?
Mary: The equipment's fine. Gina, I think that may be what you heard was a noise from another part of the house. Like a door shutting or something?
Gina: A door shutting... Yes, it could be.
Mason: Good night, Gina.
Gina: Have a good evening.
Mary: Thank you.

Orient Express. A maitre d'hotel shows Mason and Mary to their table. Mason greets Santana on his way.

Mason: It's perfect. Mark, would you have our waiter start us of with some champagne? You know what I like.
Maitre d'hotel: I'll see what I can do.
Mason: Well, you're smiling. Is it a good sign?
Mary: Oh, this funny old song...
Mason: You don't like the music? I'll complain to the management.
Mary: Oh, no! It just makes me think of something.
Mason: Me?

Gina watches them from aside. She is approached by Augusta.

Augusta: Mason seems to be enjoying himself with CC's little nurse. She is quite lovely in a wholesome sort of way, don't you think?
Gina: Mind your own business.
Augusta:Oh, I know, it's hard watching them grow up and go out on dates. I suppose you're here to chaperon as Mason's step-mother.
Gina: No, actually, Augusta, I just wanted to get out of the house for a while. And I just happened to have the perfect baby-sitter. Lionel! Wasn't that lucky? (Gina leaves.)
Augusta: I knew it!

Mason and Mary dance.

Mason: You're doing very well for a danceophobe.
Mary: What's a "danceophobe"?
Mason: A victim of danceohpobia.
Mary: Oh, a fear of dancing?
Mason: Right. It's a terrible affliction. It's starts of with an aversion to romantic music, and tendency to say "No" when asked to dance.
Mary: And then?
Mason: Well... The next thing you know, person can't even stand the sight of a radio. They tremble at old Fred Astaire movies on television. First thing you know, they've taken a night job at a clinic, just in case somebody asks them out for dinner. And you know why?
Mary: Mason, the music stopped.
Mason: Well, you see? You may be on the road to recovery after all.

They go back to their table.

Mason: Tell me, what would I have to have and how badly would I have to have it in order to come visit you at the clinic tomorrow night?
Mary: Oh, I'd... I'd throw you right out. It's strictly for people who can't pay.
Mason: Ah. You know... (to the waiter) Thank you... (to Mary) Sometimes I wish you weren't not quite so unselfish.
Mary: Oh, it has nothing to do with that. No, I've discovered a long time ago, when I was a teenager, that having some sort of volunteer work just makes me feel better about myself... and about the world in general. So you see... it's... it's actually very selfish when you think about it. You should try it.
Mason: I don't have time. I've made a personal mission out of you.
Mary: You are very much like your father, aren't you?
Mason: How can you say that? You don't... know my father.
Mary: I know his reputation. Strong, direct, won't take "No" for an answer. In fact there are times when I'm in his room when I feel something... I'm sorry...
Mason: No, go ahead. You feel what?
Mary: His power. How hard he's fighting in his silent battle for his life.
Mason: Oh yes, the indomitable spirit of CC Capwell. I know all about it.
Mary: Oh, it must've been hard for you to grow up in his shadow.
Mason: You know, this isn't a clinic night, Mary.
Mary: I'm sorry. It's none of my business. It's just... I keep getting the impression from your family that there are bad feelings between you and him.
Mason: The family talks too much. Especially Gina.
Mary: Gina's very fond of you. You know, I'm really... developing... a lot of admiration for Kelly and Eden.
Mason: Why is that?
Mary: They are so self-assured. You know I see them at the house, Eden with... with Cruz, and Kelly with that photographer, and they are just so... comfortable.
Mason: You mean with men?
Mary: Yeah.
Mason: More so than you?
Mary: What... you know... they... they don't... flirt exactly... but they are not embarrassed about being admired and... they are... proud... and...
Mason: Sexy?
Mary: OK, I guess.
Mason: And you envy that?
Mary: Ah... not... that particularly.
Mason: Good. The sex appeal isn't something you can work at. It's a part of... whatever a person happens to be. Man or woman. And you already have it.
Mary: I do?
Mason: You like it or not.
Mary: Well, then I guess I may as well like it.
Mason: You may as well. I sure do.

Mary: Thank you for a very nice evening.
Mason: Thank YOU for a very nice evening. You know, I think, you'll find that ordinary manners don't cover this kind of situation. Thank you. And thank YOU. And then what?
Mary: And... ahm... Good night!
Mason: Good night.

Mason moves closer to Mary trying to kiss her, but she pulls away.

Mason: This is a... part of the etiquette too. (Tries to kiss her again.)
Mary: Wh... Wait! Ahm... It... it wasn't a nice evening, it was much more than nice. I don't know when I have talked so much, or laughed about so many things, or felt like... like...
Mason: I'm going to kiss you.
Mary: No, you're not.
Mason: It's part of the non-etiquette also.

Mason tries to kiss Mary again. But she turns her head so he kisses her ear instead.

Mason: Ahm... You know I... I don't usually kiss ears on the first date.
Mary: You know, it's very late for me. I... I think I really should go to bed. Ahm... Good night.

Mary gets inside the house and shuts the door. Having realised that Mason lives there too she opens the door again.

Mary: I'm sorry.
Mason: No, I'm... used to having doors closed in my face, but not my own.
Mary: I'm... I'm sorry.
Mason: No, you're doing fine. Let's... take it again... from the top. Thank you for a lovely evening.
Mary: No, thank you.

Before Mary has a chance to pull away again Mason finally kisses her.

Mason: ...and good night.
Mary: Good night.

They kiss again, then go inside the house.

Mason: Well, shall I... see you to your door... upstairs?
Mary: All right. But no more "Good nights".

They are just about to go upstairs but this very moment Gina returns home.

Gina: Well... How was your dinner.
Mary: Fine. I'll see you in the morning, Gina.