Message-Id: <9305201444.AA08098@hardrock> Date: Thu, 20 May 1993 07:45:34 -0800 To: alt-ql-creative@cisco.com From: mav@isi.com Subject: And A Child Shall Lead Them - Act III, Part II ACT III, PART II When the blue glow washes out, both Ray and Sam are unconscious. Sam's scream brings several techs and Tina bashing in. She bends down to check for a pulse, then turns to a techie. TINA Notify team seven... As quickly as the emergency came, it goes. Sam and Ray awaken. Groggy, Sam runs to the mirror quickly. Al's reflection beams back. SAM (jazzed) I'm not going to let you go yet, Admiral. TINA Doctor Beckett? SAM I'm OK, Tina. Ray, you all right? RAY (awestruck) Wow! Was that a transporter beam? Sam ruffles the kid's hair. The boy gets up slightly shaken. SAM Ray's OK. and, most important, Al's OK. Tell Verbena to get crackin' on Ray's treatment. I'll be in the Imaging Chamber. And I want to be notified when the 'copter lands. TINA 'Copter? Sam dashes out. CUT TO: INT. HOSPITAL - DAY It's sprinkling outside as we PULL BACK from the window to see Sam enter. Al's in the worst shape ever. Nurses are putting away the heart-stimulator, a tube has been re-inserted into his throat to breath; he basically looks like death warmed over. Sam waits until the nurses leave, kneels eye level with Al, and urges him awake. SAM Al. You weasel. Thought you'd slip out the back door? You thought wrong. Al's eyes open very slowly. There is barely a breath keeping him conscious. SAM (continuing) You think my little Johnny is going to live without having an Uncle like you? I need you Al. I need you to be there for my family. Tina needs you, too. Al's eyes roll. SAM (continuing) Yeah, I know. Ziggy told me a long time ago about Tina's affair with Gooshie. But it's been over for so long. This has really hit her hard. (beat) The kid in the waiting room's a kick. Verbena's got him started on the treatment. It should only be a few more hours, Al. Ziggy says that's the only reason you haven't leaped yet. And get this, the real reason you were here, wasn't for Ray's parents, but Eric and his parents. It's a shame about Ray's parents. Merl and Rebecca Kaufman. What a pair. They left the poor kid to die alone. Seems they really did have car problems, but between Ray's condition and the fact that their marriage was only hinged on parental responsibilities, they finally exploded into a knock out, drag out. They file for divorce a week after the funeral. Sam is uncomfortable with that last word, but kneels close to Al. SAM I'm not leaving, Al. Not until you're better. And I know He'll give me that. FADE OUT/IN: CLOSE-UP OBSERVER'S PROFILE A bit of time has elapsed. Sam is on the other side. Watching. With a start, Sam's head turns at the sound of the Imaging Chamber door opening. We cannot see her, but Sam does. He smiles at this invisible woman. SAM Look at you. You're all grown up. Have they briefed you? (beat) It's bad. Here, take my hand. She does and materializes next to Sam. She is a beautiful, 23-ish woman with long dark brown hair and flawless features. She is self-assured, bubbly though talks a little too much. THERESA Can he see and hear me? SAM He can now. She sees Al's condition and tries to be brave. She bends close to the bed trying to catch his eyes. Al sees her and squints. He has no idea who this is. THERESA It's been a while, for me anyway. I haven't seen you in almost eighteen years. You haven't changed, except...well, you don't look so hot. Al blinks a confused look from the woman to Sam trying to get an answer. SAM Remember when I leaped into a single mother with three kids? This is Theresa. The one who could see you... THERESA You were my Angel Al. (beat) Sometimes I used to pray that you'd come back. And then I forgot you - until a couple of years ago, when someone from this building called and asked some questions. It all came back to me. And I knew what had happened. I realize now what you both did for me and my family. My mother sends her love. I'll never forget how you sang me to sleep. My baby - oh, I have a little girl who's two -it's her favorite song. Every night, she wants to hear the story about Mama and the Angel. THERESA (continuing - singing) Inch worm. Inch worm. Measuring the marigolds. (embarrassed) She loves it. There's a shared quiet moment until both Sam and Theresa start to flicker. Sam smacks the handlink. SAM We're almost out of energy. I'm going to have to let Theresa go. Al nods in understanding. THERESA Get better, Al. I want you to meet my daughter. Al barely nods an affirmative then she disappears. SAM I thought it was important for you to see her. After all, you did promise to see her later sometime. (beat) How do you feel? Al acts like he's giving himself an internal diagnostic. He frowns and tries to speak. It's mostly lost behind the tubes. OBSERVER *Great.* SAM Al. You said something! Wait! Don't do that! Al pulls the tubing out of his mouth, gagging slightly. His energy seems to be returning. His eyes loose that glazed over look and his speech gradually improves. OBSERVER I don't know what's going on here, but I feel fine. Little woozy, but fine. SAM Because of Theresa? OBSERVER Doesn't she look great? And she has a kid, too. SAM Al. Something's going on. Something a little hinky. (beat - then hits handlink. A piece actually flies off.) What the... I've killed the handlink. Al, I have to go back. I need to find out what's going on. OBSERVER Killed it? You demolished it. SAM I'll be right back. You going to be OK? OBSERVER Never better. I could use a cigar... SAM (glaring like old times) Too much. He punches the handlink and steps through opening door. SAM (continuing) And behave yourself, or Dr. Saul's going to put that tube back in. OBSERVER He can try... Al's obviously in full mode. CUT TO: INT. CONTROL CENTER Sam dashes in, throwing the handlink at Gooshie. In rushed speech pattern - like someone with a billion things needing to be done and trying to do it in three minutes - he grills his team. SAM Gooshie, here's the handlink. Give it a decent burial. How's my wife? How's Johnny? Tina? Where's Tina? VERBENA Everyone's fine. Tina's off at her cubicle crying. But Dr. Beckett, we've go more important concerns. SAM (second guessing) Ray? Before she can answer, he's through the door down to the hall to the Waiting Room. CUT TO: INT. WAITING ROOM There on a gurney is Ray - surrounded by techs and completely hooked up to life support. SAM (shocked) Ray! END ACT III (ACT IV to follow) -------------------------------------------------- Christina Mavroudis Integrated Systems Inc.