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Tuesday, September 13, 2005 Maddie continues with her plan to break up Mike and Katie, but Henry's deception is about to be uncovered. Maddie checks the email account she set up in Katie's name to find nothing. "Byron, Byron, Byron. No new e-mail? Where are you, you bad boy? K-k-k-Katie is l-l-l-lonely," she says. Suddenly she gets an email. It says, "Dear Katie, I can't stop thinking about you." "Well -- so, stop typing and do something, Byron," she mutters. "Do you still have that pink angora sweater you used to wear in high school? I used to wonder what was softer, you or your sweater. I wanted to reach out and touch you, but I was afraid you'd laugh at me," reads Maddie. "You know, why are men such scaredy cats?" she wonders, and types, "Hey, Byron, it's me, k-k-k-Katie. You know I'd never laugh at you." Just then Katie comes in so Maddie quickly shuts her computer. Katie asks if Maddie's had dinner yet, and she says there are some nachos in the kitchen. "Where's my brother? Wasn't he with you?" asks Maddie. "Mike took him to the hospital," replies Henry.
Mike is pushing Henry in a wheelchair through the hall at Memorial Hospital. "Hey, have I thanked you for insisting on driving me over here? How about a doughnut at Al's on me?" suggests Henry. "Dr. Hughes said the MRI was clear," says Mike. "Yeah, thank god! I just -- can you imagine? It could have been a tumor or a bulging disc, a broken bone?" says Henry. Mike pushes Henry over to a chair and sits down in front of him. "There's nothing there. Your back's fine. There's no reason that you should be in pain. And there's definitely no reason you shouldn't be able to walk," he says gently. "I know, it's a mystery. It's a mystery. It really is. You know, with the spine, though, it sometimes hard to pinpoint the exact problem," says Henry. Mike pulls Henry a little closer and says, "Okay, truth time, Henry. Are you really hurt or is there something else goin' on?"
"What are you implying?" asks Henry. "Look, Henry, I know it's been tough for you over these past couple months. All right, I know that you and Katie went through a lot and it was probably very painful letting her go. Add to that the fall down the stairs," says Mike. "And -- and off the couch," adds Henry. "Right. So, what I'm saying is, you have been hurt in more ways than one. I understand that. But the doctors and the physical therapists can't find a reason why you shouldn't be able to walk. So, I'm thinking maybe it's just that you don't want to walk," says Mike. "What are you saying, Mike, that I'm faking? That I'm a malingerer? That I'm a hypochondriac?" asks Henry, starting to roll away. "Or maybe you're just afraid to move on," suggests Mike, pulling him back. "I -- I can't wait to move on. I -- no, I'm counting the days. You think that I like being waited on, hand and foot? No -- do you think I like having my dispatcher call me every day and say, 'Hey, how are you doing there, Henry? When are you coming back to work?' Now! That's what I'd like to tell him. And then I imagine my spine being crammed in the front -- why are you smiling? I imagine my spine being crammed in the front seat of that limo eight hours a day, every day, and I have to say No.' The only thing I'm going to be driving in the near future is a worn-out old couch. And this wheelchair," says Henry sadly. "Hey, look, look, look. I know you're probably frustrated that you haven't been paid in awhile," says Mike. "I -- no. I don't -- I don't need much. I need top shelf gin and a pinch of vermouth, that's it," says Henry. "But then there's your sister to worry about. Okay, you can't very well tell her her to spend the night in the back of the limo. You need an apartment, Henry. And when you're feeling better, I will help you find one, all right? I'll lend you the deposit," offers Mike. "That's -- that's not necessary. She has her savings," says Henry. "She works at a doughnut shop. How far is that gonna go?" asks Mike. "I know, I know. It's been very worrying having her arrive," admits Henry. "And you want to do right by her, and you will," Mike assures him. "All I'm saying is, you don't need to feel like the only way that you deserve help is if you're in excruciating pain. We know that you and Maddie are in a bind right now. So you are welcome to stay as long as it takes. All right, and when you're ready to go, we'll set you up," offers Mike. "Why would you do that?" asks Henry. "Because you're my best friend. And because you were very decent about Katie and me. And we want to return the favor. So, all I'm asking is that you're straight with us. Okay?" asks Mike. Back at the cottage, Katie explains that Mike took Henry to have an MRI to make sure he didn't have some kind of underlying condition. "Don't worry, it not painful. And if there's anything there, Dr. Bob will definitely find it," says Katie. "Great," mutters Maddie, worried that he will find out the truth. Katie goes upstairs and Maddie says to herself, "What now? Byron is obviously too big of a wimp to make his move and Henry is about to be found out." The doorbell rings and Maddie answers it. It's a package for Katie; she signs for it. She opens it to find a pink cashmere sweater with a card that says, "For Katie, always so pretty in pink." "Yes, Byron. Forget everything I just said. You are so not a wimp. You are a life saver. Yes," smiles Maddie.
Once again, Maddie dreams about what she wishes would happen. Katie is admiring her sweater when Mike swaggers in, wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and talking in a southern accent. He demands to know where Katie got the sweater and she replies that it's a gift from an admirer. "He have a name?" asks Mike. "Not that I know of. But whoever he was, he has taste," smiles Katie. "You're sending it back," orders Mike. "Don't be ridiculous. It was a gift. Besides, there's no return address," says Katie. "Fine. I'll take it to the church, put it in for the rummage sale," says Mike. "Are you kidding me? A cashmere sweater?" cries Katie. "You ain't wearin' it," insists Mike. "You can't tell me what I can and can't wear," says Katie. "Look, either the sweater goes or I go," says Mike. "You would leave me over a pink sweater?" asks Katie. "Katie, what is more important here? Me? Or this little admirer of yours," asks Mike, holding her face. Maddie pushes Henry's wheelchair into the cottage and he admires the sweater. "Thank you, Henry. I knew that you would understand," smiles Katie. "Take it off or I'm outta here," demands Mike. "Don't talk to me like that!" says Katie. "Is there a problem?" asks Henry. "Mike's a little jealous of my secret admirer," explains Katie. "Oh, come on, Mike. You can't be serious," says Henry. "Shut up! And you take that damn sweater off now!" insists Mike. "Don't speak to her like that," says Henry. "Mind your own, Henry!" cries Mike. " I'm afraid I can't do that, Mike. Katie, stand back," says Henry. "Henry, no. No, don't hurt yourself!" cries Katie. "It's worth it. You deserve better," says Henry, standing up. "You faker," taunts Mike. Henry hits him in the stomach with his donut. "My hero!" cries Katie as they fall into an embrace.
Maddie is woken up by Mike, who has appeared with Henry. "Maddie? Maddie, can I get a little help?" he asks. Maddie helps Henry over to the couch and asks how the appointment went. "Well -- well, the good news is that Katie and Mike have offered to let us stay here for as long as it takes," says Henry. "And the bad news?" asks Maddie. "I was starting to get worried. How did it go? What did Dr. Bob say?" asks Katie. "Oh! This came for you. The delivery guy said it was urgent," says Maddie, handing her the package. "Oh? No return address. What? Wow, it's beautiful. What a pretty color," says Katie, taking out the sweater. She reads the card, "For Katie, always so pretty in pink." "There's no name?" asks Mike. "No. I wonder who it's from," says Katie.
"There's nothin' in here," says Mike, looking in the box. "And they paid in cash. There's no credit card number, so whoever sent this was trying to cover their tracks," says Henry. "Simon," suggests Mike. "Simon hates pink," says Katie. "Simon has no taste. Katie looks beautiful in pink," says Henry. "Thank you, Henry," says Katie as Maddie smiles. "You know, we're not gonna figure this out right now. Why don't we take a little break? Anybody up for some ice cream?" asks Mike. "Ooh, you have to ask?" replies Katie. "I kinda finished the ice cream," admits Maddie. "That's all right. I planned on getting a few new pints anyway. Katie? You want to come with?" asks Mike. "Sure. Maddie, will you stay with Henry?" says Katie. "Don't you want to put on your sweater?" asks Maddie. "No, I'll drip ice cream all over it. We'll be right back," says Katie as she and Mike leave. Outside, Katie asks Mike if he's mad about the sweater. Mike says he's not, but he has a theory on who sent it. "I think Henry sent you the flowers and the sweater," he says. "Henry? Why?" asks Katie. "There's nothing wrong with his back. The MRI came back clear," says Mike. "So why is he in pain?" asks Katie. "He isn't. He's faking it," says Mike. "You think he's faking it? Why would he do that?" asks Katie. "To stay close to you. He may say he's given up, but I don't think he's ready to lose you," replies Mike, "Look, Henry's stuck, okay? He knows it's over, but he can't bring himself to move out because then it's really over. So what does he do? He parks himself on your couch and pretends he can't walk." "I don't know, Mike. I know Henry, and he's in pain. He is," says Katie doubtfully. "He's in pain. Just not in his back," says Mike. Back inside, Henry tells Maddie that Mike knows he's faking. Maddie is still obsessed with the sweater, and theorizes that Mike hates it. "If he hates anything, he hates the fact that Katie has a secret admirer. But trust me, they are talking about the MRI. He and I had a little heart-to-heart about it outside the examination room. And it became very obvious that he knew I was faking and why," says Henry. "Is he mad?" asks Maddie. "No," replies Henry. "You're not going to tell him he's right," says Maddie hopefully. "I didn't tell him, but I'm going to, yeah," says Henry. "No, Henry, please," begs Maddie. "I have to, Maddie. I have to. He's my best friend. He needs -- he deserves to know the truth," says Henry. "I just needs some more time, Henry. It's working," says Maddie. "What's working?" asks Henry.
"You're hiding something," says Henry. "No, not from you. Not from my favorite big brother," says Maddie sweetly. "Uh-huh. Look me in the eye and say that," says Henry. "You're my favorite big brother," repeats Maddie. "Oh, you liar! Madeline Coleman, I'm very ashamed of you," says Henry. "Okay, okay, I meant to tell you. I did, but I honestly, I didn't even know if it would work," says Maddie. "You're the secret admirer?" asks Henry. "No," answers Maddie honestly. "You didn't send Katie that sweater?" asks Henry. "No," answers Maddie. "But you know who did send it, don't you? Huh? Listen, do me a favor. Please, promise me, promise me, that you did not contact Simon Frasier," begs Henry. "Why would I contact Simon Frasier?" asks Maddie. "Because -- because I did, once upon a time, and it was disastrous," says Henry. "No, Henry, I did not contact Simon Frasier," promises Maddie. "You contacted somebody though, didn't you? Who?" demands Henry. "Byron," says Maddie, "You know, the guy from Katie's yearbook." "Oh, no," says Henry. "No, it's great. I looked -- I did a net search and I found him online and I set up an email account in Katie's name. So I've been e-mailing him and he's been e-mailing her. And sending presents. It's working. I'm telling you," smiles Maddie. "You promised me. You promised me that you were through trying to get me and Katie back together again," says Henry. "But you're so right for each other and you love her, I know you do," says Maddie. "It's besides the point. You can't go around pretending you're k-k-k-Katie!" says Henry. "It is no big deal," says Maddie. "No big deal? Maddie, it's a $500 sweater over there," says Henry. "He can afford it. I googled him. He's rich," replies Maddie. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe it's unfair to get this poor rich guy's hopes up?" asks Henry. "He's a desk jockey. He's not coming out from behind that keyboard," insists Maddie. "That's it! You are officially offline," says Henry, taking her computer. "No, Henry. No, please, not my computer!" begs Maddie. "Until you can prove that you're responsible, this computer is living in the limo," says Henry, going outside. They run into Mike and Katie, who are surprised to see Henry on his feet. "It's a miracle!" cries Maddie. "Amen, sister! Hallelujah!" says Henry. Today’s episode was directed by Sonia Blangiardo and written by Elizabeth Page.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Maddie: Byron, Byron, Byron. No new e-mail? Where are you, you bad boy? K-k-k-Katie is l-l-l-lonely. Computer: You got e-mail. Maddie: Yes! "Dear Katie, I can't stop thinking about you." Well -- so, stop typing and do something, Byron. "Do you still have that pink angora sweater you used to wear in high school?" Oh, I hope not. "I used to wonder what was softer, you or your sweater. I wanted to reach out and touch you, but I was afraid you'd laugh at me." You know, why are men such scaredy cats? "Hey, Byron, it's me, k-k-k-Katie. You know I'd never laugh at you." Hey, Katie. Katie: Hey, Maddie. Have you had dinner yet? Maddie: I made some nachos. There's some in the kitchen left if you're hungry. Katie: Mmm. Maddie: Where's my brother? Wasn't he with you? Katie: Mike took him to the hospital.
Mike: So, Henry -- Henry: Hey, have I thanked you for insisting on driving me over here? How about a doughnut at al's on me? Mike: Dr. Hughes said the MRI was clear. Henry: Yeah, thank god! I just -- can you imagine? It could have been a tumor or a bulging disc, a broken bone? Mike: There's nothing there. Your back's fine. There's no reason that you should be in pain. And there's definitely no reason you shouldn't be able to walk. Henry: I know, it's a mystery. It's a mystery. It really is. You know, with the spine, though, it sometimes hard to pinpoint the exact problem. Mike: Okay, truth time, Henry. Are you really hurt or is there something else goin' on?
Henry: What are you implying? Mike: Look, Henry, I know it's been tough for you over these past couple months. All right, I know that you and Katie went through a lot and it was probably very painful letting her go. Add to that the fall down the stairs. Henry: And -- and off the couch. Mike: Right. So, what I'm saying is, you have been hurt in more ways than one. I understand that. But the doctors and the physical therapists can't find a reason why you shouldn't be able to walk. So, I'm thinking maybe it's just that you don't want to walk. Henry: What are you saying, Mike, that I'm faking? That I'm a malingerer? That I'm a hypochondriac? Mike: Or maybe you're just afraid to move on. Henry: I -- I can't wait to move on. I -- no, I'm counting the days. You think that I like being waited on, hand and foot? No -- do you think I like having my dispatcher call me every day and say, "hey, how are you doing there, Henry? When are you coming back to work?" Now! That's what I'd like to tell him. And then I imagine my spine being crammed in the front -- why are you smiling? I imagine my spine being crammed in the front seat of that limo eight hours a day, every day, and I have to say "no." The only thing I'm going to be driving in the near future is a worn-out old couch. And this wheelchair. Mike: Hey, look, look, look. I know you're probably frustrated that you haven't been paid in awhile. Henry: I -- no. I don't -- I don't need much. I need top shelf gin and a pinch of vermouth, that's it. Mike: But then there's your sister to worry about. Okay, you can't very well tell her her to spend the night in the back of the limo. You need an apartment, Henry. And when you're feeling better, I will help you find one, all right? I'll lend you the deposit. Henry: That's -- that's not necessary. She has her savings. Mike: She works at a doughnut shop. How far is that gonna go? Henry: I know, I know. It's been very worrying having her arrive. It's been -- Mike: And you want to do right by her, and you will. Henry: Yeah. Mike: All I'm saying is, you don't need to feel like the only way that you deserve help is if you're in excruciating pain. We know that you and Maddie are in a bind right now. So you are welcome to stay as long as it takes. All right, and when you're ready to go, we'll set you up. Henry: Why would you do that? Mike: Because you're my best friend. And because you were very decent about Katie and me. And we want to return the favor. So, all I'm asking is that you're straight with us. Okay?
Katie: We just wanted to make sure that Henry didn't have some sort of underlying condition. Maddie: Well, like what? Katie: I don't know, a disc problem or nerve damage or something. So we scheduled an MRI for him. Maddie: An MRI? Katie: Don't worry, it not painful. And if there's anything there, Dr. Bob will definitely find it. Maddie: Great. Katie: So, they'll be back soon. I'm gonna be upstairs, okay? Maddie: Uh-huh. Oh. What now? Byron is obviously too big of a wimp to make his move and Henry is about to be found out. [ Doorbell rings ] Katie: Could you get that? Maddie: Hi. Delivery boy: Hi. Maddie: I don't suppose that's for me. Delivery boy: Is your name Katie? Maddie: Nope, she's upstairs. But I'll sign for it. Here you go. Delivery boy: Thanks. Maddie: Thank you. Hmm. Wow. "For Katie, always so pretty in pink." Yes, Byron. Forget everything I just said. You are so not a wimp. You are a life saver. Yes.
Mike: Where'd you get that? Katie: It was a gift. From an admirer. Mike: He have a name? Katie: Not that I know of. But whoever he was, he has taste. Mike: You're sending it back. Katie: Don't be ridiculous. It was a gift. Besides, there's no return address. Mike: Fine. I'll take it to the church, put it in for the rummage sale. Katie: Are you kidding me? A cashmere sweater? Mike: You ain't wearin' it. Katie: You can't tell me what I can and can't wear. Mike: Look, either the sweater goes or I go. Katie: You would leave me over a pink sweater? Mike: Katie, what is more important here? Me? Or this little admirer of yours. Henry: Katie, what a beautiful sweater. Katie: Thank you, Henry. I knew that you would understand. Mike: Take it off or I'm outta here. Katie: Don't talk to me like that. Henry: Is there a problem? Katie: Mike's a little jealous of my secret admirer. Henry: Oh, come on, Mike. You can't be serious. Mike: Shut up! And you take that damn sweater off now! Henry: Don't speak to her like that. Mike: Mind your own, Henry! Henry: I'm afraid I can't do that, Mike. Katie, stand back. Katie: Henry, no. No, don't hurt yourself. Henry: It's worth it. You deserve better. Mike: You faker. Katie: My hero. Mike: Maddie? Maddie, can I get a little help? Maddie: Sorry. How'd it go? Henry: Well -- well, the good news is that Katie and Mike have offered to let us stay here for as long as it takes. Maddie: And the bad news? Katie: I was starting to get worried. How did it go? What did dr. Bob say? Maddie: Oh! This came for you. The delivery guy said it was urgent, so -- Katie: Oh? No return address. What? Wow, it's beautiful. What a pretty color. Maddie: Well, who's it from? Katie: Oh? "For Katie, always so pretty in pink." Mike: There's no name? Katie: No. I wonder who it's from.
Mike: There's nothin' in here. Henry: And they paid in cash. There's no credit card number, so whoever sent this was trying to cover their tracks. Mike: Simon. Katie: Simon hates pink. Henry: Simon has no taste. Katie looks beautiful in pink. Katie: Thank you, Henry. Mike: You know, we're not gonna figure this out right now. Why don't we take a little break? Anybody up for some ice cream? Katie: Ooh, you have to ask? Maddie: I kinda finished the ice cream. Henry: You what? Mike: That's all right. I planned on getting a few new pints anyway. Katie? You want to come with? Katie: Sure. Maddie, will you stay with Henry? Maddie: Don't you want to put on your sweater? Katie: No, I'll drip ice cream all over it. We'll be right back. Maddie: Okay. Katie: You're not mad about the sweater, are you? I really have no idea who sent it. Mike: I think I do. Maddie: What was that all about? Henry: What, you mean why did Mike drag Katie off for a little one-on-one? He thinks I'm faking. Maddie: Why? Henry: Ah, let's just say I flunked the MRI. Maddie: Oh. I thought he -- Henry: You thought he what? Maddie: He obviously hates that sweater. Henry: If he hates anything, he hates the fact that Katie has a secret admirer. But trust me, they are talking about the MRI. He and I had a little heart-to-heart about it outside the examination room. And it became very obvious that he knew I was faking and why. Maddie: Is he mad? Henry: No. Maddie: You're not going to tell him he's right. Henry: I didn't tell him, but I'm going to, yeah. Maddie: No, Henry, please. Henry: I have to, Maddie. I have to. He's my best friend. He needs -- he deserves to know the truth. Maddie: I just needs some more time, Henry. It's working. Henry: What's working?
Henry: You're hiding something. Maddie: No, not from you. Not from my favorite big brother. Henry: Uh-huh. Look me in the eye and say that. Maddie: You're my favorite big brother? Henry: Oh, you liar! Madeline Coleman, I'm very ashamed of you. Maddie: Okay, okay, I meant to tell you. I did, but I honestly, I didn't even know if it would work. Henry: You're the secret admirer? Maddie: No. Henry: You didn't send Katie that sweater? Maddie: No. Henry: But you know who did send it, don't you? Huh? Listen, do me a favor. Please, promise me, promise me, that you did not contact Simon Frasier. Maddie: Why would I contact Simon Frasier? Henry: Because -- because I did, once upon a time, and it was disastrous. Maddie: No, Henry, I did not contact Simon Frasier. Henry: You contacted somebody though, didn't you? Who? Maddie: Byron. Henry: Byron? Maddie: You know, the guy from Katie's yearbook. Henry: Oh, no. Oh -- Maddie: No, it's great. I looked -- I did a net search and I found him online and I set up an email account in Katie's name. So I've been e-mailing him and he's been e-mailing her. And sending presents. It's working. I'm telling you. Mike: I think Henry sent you the flowers and the sweater. Katie: Henry? Why? Mike: There's nothing wrong with his back. The MRI came back clear. Katie: So why is he in pain? Mike: He isn't. He's faking it. Katie: You think he's faking it? Why would he do that? Mike: To stay close to you. He may say he's given up, but I don't think he's ready to lose you.
Mike: Look, Henry's stuck, okay? He knows it's over, but he can't bring himself to move out because then it's really over. So what does he do? He parks himself on your couch and pretends he can't walk. Katie: I don't know, Mike. I know Henry, and he's in pain. He is. Mike: He's in pain. Just not in his back. Henry: You promised me. You promised me that you were through trying to get me and Katie back together again. Maddie: But you're so right for each other and you love her, I know you do. Henry: It's besides the point. You can't go around pretending you're k-k-k-Katie! Maddie: It is no big deal. Henry: No big deal? Maddie, it's a $500 sweater over there. Maddie: He can afford it. I googled him. He's rich. Henry: Did it ever occur to you that maybe it's unfair to get this poor rich guy's hopes up? Maddie: He's a desk jockey. He's not coming out from behind that keyboard. Henry: That's it! You are officially offline. Maddie: No, Henry. No, please, not my computer! Henry: Until you can prove that you're responsible, this computer is living in the limo. Maddie: It's a miracle! Henry: Amen, sister! Hallelujah!
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