Transcripts from 310-311 episodes

Mason: Frank, has anyone been looking for me?
Frank: Not since I started my shift Mason. Sorry.
Mason: OK. Thanks.

Mason makes a phone call then notices Kelly.

Mason: Come here often?
Kelly: No… Mason.
Mason: [Did you] get my message?
Kelly: What message?
Mason: Well, I left one telling you to meet me here before tonight's… whatever it is. I hasi… hesitate to call it a party.
Kelly: Well, I am here to meet Nick. It's all I know. Anyway, if you get home before I, will you tell everyone I'll be a little late?
Mason: Sure… Sure. I wanted to talk to you about something first though. I know tonight's event is supposed to be… primarily social. But knowing Eden, she'll try to use it as a forum for her latest ahm… business decision. I wanna be prepared for it.
Kelly: But Mason, you're always prepared.
Mason: Thank you. I know that she has prepared a prospectus and sent… sent it out to you and Ted.
Kelly: So?
Mason: So, I wanna get a look at it. It went out today, did it not?
Kelly: Mason, if you wanna look at the prospectus, I want you ask Eden. I mean, obviously she had her reasons for not showing it to you, right?
Mason: Have it with you?
Kelly: What if I do?
Mason: Where is it? In your purse? (grabs Kelly's purse)
Kelly (tries to stop him and get her purse back): Mason! What do you think you are doing?
Mason: I wanna look at it Kelly. (Dylan is watching their squabble intensely.)
Kelly: Common!
Mason: No common! It concerns me as much as it does you. I have a right to look at it.
Kelly: Give it back to me!
Frank:Will you two stop it!
Mason: Mind your own business Frank!
Kelly (talking over Mason): Mason! Give it back.

Dylan rushes to them, grabs the prospectus from Mason's hands and returns it to Kelly.

Dylan (to Kelly): This is for you. (to Mason) And this, my friend, is for you! (punches Mason in the eye)

Kelly: Who is this animal? (rushes towards Mason to check if he is all right) You're OK?
Dylan: Yeah, I was just trying to help out.
Kelly (to Dylan): Why don't you mind your own business? (to Mason) Are you OK?
Mason: Oh, sure. I've got another eye.
Dylan: Oh, I've assu… I'm not gonna stand by while some lady is getting hustled by a sleazeball who's just finding…
Kelly: This sleazeball happens to be my brother.
Dylan (shocked): Oh… Oh, well, family shouldn't argue in public like that. Shame on you.
Mason: We argue in private too. And I'm not a sleazeball.
Kelly: Yes, you are.
Mason: Hush! Or he'll hit me again. Frank… would you have a bar towel and get me a little ice. Thank you. (to Kelly and Dylan) They know me here.
Dylan: Look, I'm sorry man.
Mason: The name is Mason.
Dylan: Well, look, I'm… a little shy.
Kelly: You have fooled me.
Dylan: Yeah, really? May be you know my brothers:Grumpy, Happy, Dopey?
Mason (ironically): Ugly. (to Kelly) You're gonna give me that prospectus, or not?
Kelly: You still like that other eye?
Mason: In that case I'll withdraw with dignity. So long Little Shy. It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope I'll never do again.

Mason leaves.

Mary is at the clinic. She is with a patient.

Mary: OK. Let's try some of this.
Patient: OK.
Mary: You know Mr Juarez, there's really not much that we can do for bursitis. (spreads some cream over the patient's shoulder area and massages it into his skin) And in fact… I think your wife could probably be doing this for you at home.
Patient: I know that, but you're doing much better. You know Maresita.
Mary (smiles at his compliment and keeps on massaging him): Oh, boy…

Mason walks into the clinic pressing wrapped up ice against his cheekbone.

Mason: That's… Sorry, I'll come back later.
Mary (taken aback): Mason what happened to you?
Mason: No, it's all right. I… I'm sure this gentleman needs you more than I do.
Mary (rushes over to him): Let me see. (shocked) Ahhh… ooh.
Mason: It probably looks worse than it is.
Mary: OK, OK. Sit down. Ahm… (to the patient) Mr Juarez, I'll tell you what…
Patient:Yes.
Mary: …let's give ten more minutes with…
Patient:Fine.
Mary: …that heating pattern.
Patient:Fine.
Mary (comes back to Mason): Now… Mason, I want you to tell me what happened. (examines his eye with an ophthalmoscope) Look straight… at me.
Mason: Well, I was… I was down at the…at the bistro… down the street with… with Kelly and…
Mary: Mghuh. Oh good, no internal damage. Look up.
Mason: And this guy… well, he's a… these two guys actually… I think they said they were weightlifters…
Mary: Ughuh. Look down.
Mason: Well, they were… they were bothering Kelly…
Patient: Oh, these young men…Oh… They're bad! They can rob you… blind.
Mason: That's right.
Mary: Ah… Look left.
Mason: Well… ahm… one thing led to another and…
Mary: Oh, no… Look right.
Mason: Well… Didn't you hear the ambulance?
Mary: The ambulance?
Patient: Yes… I did. I did hear the ambulance!
Mason: Yeah, I'm afraid one of them got pretty banged up. I… I had to defend myself, didn't I?
Mary: Mason, it's absolutely amazing that you are not more hurt than you are.
Mason: Yeah, I guess so. I'm dripping a little bit.
Mary: Oh! Let me get you an ice pack. So, where is Kelly now?
Mason: Oh she… went home I guess.
Mary: It was very brave of you.
Mason: Nobody appreciates me.
Mary (gets him an ice-pack and applies it to his eye): I'm sorry, but I am afraid ice is about all we can do for you.
Mason: I was… hoping… a kiss would make it better.
Mary (kisses the tips of her fingers and lightly touches his bruise): There.
Mason: My… my lip a little swollen too.
Mary: No.
Mason: It hurts.
Mary: Does it?

Mason nods his head. Mary leans over and they kiss.

Patient (shakes his head): These young men…

A few minutes later Mason examines his bruise in the mirror.

Mary: I could put some make up on it.
Mason: I… doubt it. They'll probably notice that at home. Of course, I could just say that I got dolled up for dinner, which I'm already late for.
Mary: Oh! I have to get home too, because my shift starts at seven.
Mason: What… do you think… you could give me a ride? I'm sure Kelly is long gone and… I'm still feeling a little woozy.
Mary: Oh… Mason. You know those two ahm… weightlifters that you left back at the bistro crying and moaning and limping and yelling for doctors…
Mason: What about them?
Mary: He's outside with Kelly. Oh… Not a scratch on him.
Mason: I can explain that.
Mary: You don't have to.
Mason: Mary, I… I have a shameful confession to make. Something I never told anyone.
Mary: What?
Mason: I don't even belong to a gym.
Mary: No!
Mason: It's true. The body you see is one hundred percent God given me.
Mary: I'd keep that under wraps if I were you.
Mason: While other people are pumping up their muscles, I… pump up my stories instead. There's… no harm in that, do you think?
Mary: No harm at all. Plus you don't have to deal with those unsightly bulges.

They smile. Kelly and Dylan come in.

Kelly: Here we go. (to Mary) That's your form. Don't worry.
Mary: Oh, thank you.
Mason: Well, I hope you hit him good.
Kelly: We had a little accident with a can of mase.
Dylan: Hey, sleazeball! You're looking good.
Mason: Yeah… An eye for an eye. Wait a minute. Whose can of mase?
Kelly: Little Shy here decided to follow me out of the restaurant and I had to pull that…
Dylan: I've already explained all of that.
Mason: Did you accost my sister?
Dylan: No.
Kelly: Mason, it is a long story, OK? He made up some story… about some guys following him and I'm… I'm almost believing him.
Mason: Oh, you'd better stay away from her from now on. There's more of it where that came from.
Dylan: What, do you carry a can of mase too?
Mason: No, I'm a lawyer. You're ready to go home Kelly?
Kelly: Yeah, we're probably late. (to Dylan who tries to grab her purse.) Would you let go of this?! He's all yours Mary.
Mary: OK. I'll be coming home right behind you.
Kelly: OK. (to Dylan) Well, have a nice… life.
Dylan: Well, may be I'll make a guest appearance in yours again sometime.
Kelly: OK. (leaves the room)
Mason: Do you see this nurse, Little Shy? She has a black belt in karate. (leaves too)
Dylan: True?
Mary: Would he lie? How about a nice eye wash?

And the party goes on…

Mary: Mason. Your mother's wondering where you were.
Mason: Gina's not my mother.
Mary: No, Sophia. Ahm… Mrs Armonti.
Mason: Neither is she. The only person in this house I really belong to is your patient. Don't you have something else to do? (pause) Damn! (pause) I didn't mean that.
Mary: Sophia told me about the letter. She was crying. I asked her what was wrong. Mason, are you all right?
Mason: I don't know why it matters one way or the other. He hated me. Feeling was mutual. He kicked me out of the house more times than I can count. They all know that. I can't go out there and act moved and sorrowful. They'll jump at my throat, call me a hypocrite. I don't blame them.
Mary: Would it be an act?
Mason: They think I did this to him.
Mary: Mason, that was a physical thing. He had a stroke.
Mason: I didn't know… that he was sick. You know.
Mary: I believe you.
Mason: This is hopeless. You and me. Me and anybody.
Mary: Why?
Mason: Just is.
Mary: Why? Because there is no one you can tell that there were times when you wanted him dead?
Mason: It's no secret, you know. Never said it to you, but I've said it.
Mary: I know. I know that you're trying to be worse than you are for them and… and better than you are for me but… Mason it… it's gonna be a strain and there is no need for it.
Mason: If you only knew.
Mary: All right. Go ahead and shock me!
Mason: All right. I was glad when it happened. I was glad to see him lying there helpless. Dying.
Mary: No, you weren't. You disappeared for two weeks. You were so miserable. You… you… you stayed drunk just to make it bearable. I think the big secret is how much you really loved him.
Mason: I used to think that I was the only one… who REALLY knew him. (sigh) I used to watch him… things he did… and deciding he was this kind of man and that kind of man, with his… few specific good points and his MANY specific flaws, that when added up always totaled up to much less of a man than I was. I have to fight him in my mind a thousand different ways… But what I still can't figure out… is why it matters so much to me.
Mary: He's your father Mason.
Mason: I don't want him to die Mary. I don't want him to die.
Mary: I know. (hugs him)