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Thursday, July 8, 2004 Henry has met the "girl of his dreams" - Hal's daughter Nikki. Unfortunately she's paying more attention to Mike. Henry and Mike have run into Nikki at Metro, where they have come to have lunch. "It's good to see you. You look great," Nikki says to "old friend" Mike. "So do you. Sorry, do we know each other?" asks Mike. "It's me -- Nikki Munson," she says. "Hal's kid?" asks Mike. "Have I changed that much?" wonders Nikki. "You look -- I mean, you look incredible," stammers Mike. "I'll take that as a yes and a compliment," says Nikki. "No, no, no. I owe you a hug. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, Nikki. It's good to see you again," says Mike, hugging her as a jealous Henry looks on. Henry interrupts the reunion with a tray of drinks. "Look what I hijacked on my way back from the little boy's room," announces Henry as he hands a cosmopolitan to Nikki and a beer to Mike, and takes the martini for himself. Mike thanks him and Nikki apologizes for not having any cash for a tip. "Tip?" asks Henry, confused. Nikki offers to get a credit card. "Oh, wait, wait a second. No, no, no, you misunderstand. As much as I love servicing beautiful women, it's not my line of work," says Henry. "Do I know you?" wonders Nikki. "Yes, yes you do. We butted heads, literally, back at the police station," Henry reminds her. "I remember. You're the guy with all the parking tickets," says Nikki. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't introduce you guys. Nikki Munson, this is Henry Coleman. Henry's a good friend of mine," says Mike. "Munson? As in Chief of Detectives Hal Munson?" asks Henry in surprise. Mike confirms that Nikki is Hal's daughter. "Wow, I never realized Hal was so prolific," observes Henry. Mike explains she's been out of town for a few years, and Henry tells her to drink up. "Why not? Technically, I'm not on duty," says Nikki. "Well, technically, neither am I. To new friends," toasts Henry. "And old friends," adds Mike. "So catch me up on all the news. What's been going on around here?" asks Nikki. "You first. What brings you back?" responds Mike. "Work," says Nikki. "Work? Oh, I didn't know B.R.O. was hiring new supermodels," jokes Henry, trying to get into the conversation. "I'm not a model. I'm here to talk with Craig Montgomery. Do you know him?" asks Nikki. Henry says that he does, and Mike asks her why she wants to talk to him. Nikki says she can't say. "Be careful. That guy plays by his own rules. And when he gets caught, he cries, blames everybody else," Mike warns her. "Sounds like a prince," says Nikki. "Of darkness," agrees Henry. Nikki observes that they don't seem to like Craig, and Mike says he wouldn't trust him with his pocket change. "Yeah. Craig is part machiavellian, part the Donald and the rest is a bunch of hot air," says Henry. "Sounds like you know him pretty well. I'll consider myself warned, Harry," says Nikki. "Henry. Yes -- you know, I know all the names -- "a" list, "b" list -- I go way back with Craig. So if you need any help, you know, you can come to me," offers Henry. "You mentioned being on duty. What are you doing these days?" asks Mike. "Besides just making the room that much more attractive," says Henry, laying it on thick. Nikki reveals that she's a special agent for the IRS, and Henry spits out his drink in surprise. Henry is attempting to compose himself and Nikki asks him if he's afraid of the IRS. "No. No-sir-ee. Absolutely not. No, you won't find one cent unpaid to dear, old Uncle Sam," Henry assures her. "Not that I'd ever be looking. I'm not in that division anymore," says Nikki, vaguely explaining that she investigates cases. "Oh, you know, Mike, we don't need her whole resume here," says Henry. Mike says he was just curious. "Yeah, well, she doesn't have to tell us about her job, or why she's obsessed with Craig Montgomery, or about her poor boyfriend back in Washington," hints Henry. "There's no poor boyfriend back in Washington. What about you guys? Who's the lucky girl in your life, Mike? Do I know her?" says Nikki, directing her question to Mike, who says he's not seeing anyone. "Neither am I. You know, we're just a couple of carefree bachelors," jokes Henry as he puts his arm around Mike. "So where's Uncle Sam putting you up? The Lakeview?" he asks. Nikki says she's staying with her dad. "Yeah, so what does an IRS agent do for fun? Do they balance your checkbook?," laughs Henry. Nikki says she's been spending all of her time working and only sees Hal and Emily, with whom she's not getting along. "Well, can a catfight be very far behind? You know what? I have the perfect cure for the stepmother blues -- a night out. Hmm? Maybe many nights out," suggests Henry. "Sounds great. I'd love that. What do you think, Mike? It would be great to catch up on each other," says Nikki to Henry's dismay. "Hey, Nikki, let me get you another drink. You've barely touched this one," observes Henry. Nikki says she has to get back to work, and so does Mike. "But we'll do this again sometime? I'll give you a call," says Nikki. "Great. I just need your number to confirm," says Henry. Nikki says he can leave a message at Hal's. "There could be an emergency. Because Mike -- Mike works at a very dangerous job. There's always a lot of loose screws. There's shoddy flooring. I mean, anything could happen," says Henry. Nikki gives Mike her card. "Great. We'll be in touch," says Mike. "This day's shaping up a lot better than I thought it would. See you, guys," says Nikki. After she leaves Henry pouts, "'We'll be in touch?' What's wrong with you?" "What did I do?" asks Mike innocently. "What did you do? At least you kept your shirt on!" says Henry. Mike still doesn't get it and Henry says, "Come on, Mike. You were putting on the charm -- Mr. Bashful, Mr. Dimples." "You thought I was coming on to her?" asks Mike. "No, I think you were trying so hard to try not to come on to her that it was disgusting," says Henry. Mike assures him he's not interested in Nikki. "Oh, really? Well, you better tell Nikki that, okay? Because I was working the mojo over there. I had the Coleman smile going. Usually that melts icecaps, but today..." says Henry. "She noticed you," says Mike. "Yeah, like gum at the bottom of my shoe," mutters Henry. Mike tells him he needs more confidence. "No. I need a friend who understands the meaning of the words, butt out," says Henry. "Of what?" asks Mike. "Of my date with Nikki," says Henry. "You have a date with Nikki?" asks Mike patronizingly. "No. No, we have a date with Nikki. You see, she's under the misconception that we're back in high school. And we're just going to get into the little VW Bug and go down to the soda shop," says Henry sarcastically. "What do you want me to do? You want me to stop smiling? Not bathe for a week?" offers Mike. "Yes, those are excellent suggestions, okay? Until then, why don't you just level the playing field, Mike, huh? Next time we have our big date -- and disappear?" suggests Henry. Today’s episode was directed by Habib Azar and written by Judith Donato.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Nikki: It's good to see you. You look great. Mike: So do you. Sorry, do we know each other? Nikki: It's me -- Nikki Munson. Mike: Hal's kid? Nikki: Have I changed that much? Mike: You look -- I mean, you look incredible. Nikki: I'll take that as a yes and a compliment. Mike: No, no, no. I owe you a hug. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, Nikki. It's good to see you again.
Henry: Look what I hijacked on my way back from the "little boy's" room. Mike: Oh, thanks, Henry. Henry: Certainly. Nikki: Sorry, I don't have any cash for a tip. Henry: Tip? Nikki: Oh, never mind, I'll get a credit card. Henry: Oh, wait, wait a second. No, no, no, you misunderstand. As much as I love servicing beautiful women, it's not my line of work, so -- Nikki: Do I know you? Henry: Yes, yes you do. We butted heads, literally, back at the police station. Nikki: I remember. You're the guy with all the parking tickets. Mike: Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't introduce you guys. Nikki Munson, this is Henry Coleman. Henry's a good friend of mine. Henry: Munson? As in chief of detectives Hal Munson? Mike: Hal's daughter. Henry: Wow, I never realized Hal was so prolific. Mike: She's been out of Oakdale for a few years. Henry: Well, drink up, miss Munson. That "cosmo" thing was citron infused. Nikki: Why not? Technically, I'm not on duty. Henry: Well, technically, neither am I. To new friends. Mike: And old friends. Nikki: So catch me up on all the news. What's been going on around here? Mike: You first. What brings you back? Nikki: Work. Henry: Work? Oh, I didn't know B.R.O. Was hiring new supermodels. Nikki: I'm not a model. I'm here to talk with Craig Montgomery. Do you know him? Henry: I know him. Mike: What do you want with Craig? Nikki: Sorry. I can't really say. Mike: Be careful. That guy plays by his own rules. And when he gets caught, he cries, blames everybody else. Nikki: Sounds like a prince. Henry: Of darkness. Nikki: Sounds like you really like this guy. Mike: I wouldn't trust him with my pocket change. Henry: Yeah. Craig is part machiavellian, part the Donald and the rest is a bunch of hot air. Nikki: Sounds like you know him pretty well. I'll consider myself warned, Harry. Henry: Henry. Yes -- [ clears throat ] you know, I know all the names -- "a" list, "b" list -- I go way back with Craig. So if you need any help, you know, you can come to me. Mike: You mentioned being on duty. What are you doing these days? Nikki: Well -- Henry: Besides just making the room that much more attractive. Nikki: Actually, I'm a special agent for the IRS.
Nikki: You're not afraid of the IRS, are you, Henry? Henry: No. No-sir-ee. Absolutely not. No, you won't find one cent unpaid to dear, old Uncle Sam. Nikki: Not that I'd ever be looking. I'm not in that division anymore. Mike: What exactly are you doing? Nikki: I'm on a team that investigates other cases. Henry: Oh, you know, Mike, we don't need her whole resume here. Mike: I was just curious. Henry: Yeah, well, she doesn't have to tell us about her job, or why she's obsessed with Craig Montgomery, or about her poor boyfriend back in Washington. Nikki: There's no poor boyfriend back in Washington. What about you guys? Who's the lucky girl in your life, Mike? Do I know her? Mike: I'm not seeing anyone. Henry: Neither am I. You know, we're just a couple of carefree bachelors. So where's Uncle Sam putting you up? The Lakeview? [ Nikki sighs ] Nikki: I wish. I'm at my dad's. Mike: How's that working out? Nikki: It's great to see my dad. Henry: Yeah, so what does an IRS agent do for fun? Do they balance your checkbook? [ Henry laughs ] Nikki: I've been working so hard I haven't had a chance to see anyone. The only two people I see are my dad and Emily. And so far, she's not my idea of a good time. Mike: Is there a problem? Nikki: Nothing serious. Just two women in one house. Henry: Well, can a catfight be very far behind? You know what? I have the perfect cure for the stepmother blues -- a night out. Hmm? Maybe many nights out. Nikki: Sounds great. I'd love that. What do you think, Mike? It would be great to catch up on each other.
Henry: Hey, Nikki, let me get you another drink. You've barely touched this one. Nikki: Actually, I need to get back to work. I have to check in with the boss. Mike: Yeah, and I have to put some bids together. Nikki: But we'll do this again sometime? I'll give you a call. Henry: Great. I just need your number to confirm. Nikki: You can leave a message at my dad's. Henry: There could be an emergency. Because Mike -- Mike works at a very dangerous job. There's always a lot of loose screws. There's shoddy flooring. I mean, anything could happen. Nikki: I'll give you my card. Mike: Great. We'll be in touch. Nikki: This day's shaping up a lot better than I thought it would. See you, guys. Henry: "We'll be in touch"? What's wrong with you? Mike: What did I do? Henry: What did you do? At least you kept your shirt on! Mike: What? Henry: Come on, Mike. You were putting on the charm -- Mr. Bashful, Mr. Dimples -- Mike: You thought I was coming on to her? Henry: No, I think you were trying so hard to try not to come on to her that it was disgusting. Mike: That's crazy, Henry. I'm not interested in Nikki Munson. Henry: Oh, really? Well, you better tell Nikki that, okay? Because I was working the mojo over there. I had the Coleman smile going. Usually that melts icecaps, but today -- Mike: She noticed you. Henry: Yeah, like gum at the bottom of my shoe. Mike: You need more confidence. Henry: No. I need a friend who understands the meaning of the words, "butt out." Mike: Of what? Henry: Of my date with Nikki. Mike: You have a date with Nikki? Henry: No. No, we have a date with Nikki. You see, she's under the misconception that we're back in high school. And we're just going to get into the little VW Bug and go down to the soda shop. Mike: What do you want me to do? You want me to stop smiling? Not bathe for a week? Henry: Yes, those are excellent suggestions, okay? Until then, why don't you just level the playing field, Mike, huh? Next time we have our big date -- and disappear?
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