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September 28, 2001 Transcribed and edited by Cindy Popiela and Karen Ross. At the Hospital
Troy is standing in the hospital corridor looking over Matthew's medical chart. Claire comes up behind him and covers his eyes. Claire: Guess who? Troy: Claire, not now! Claire: (patting him on the back) Oh come on Troy, I'm not going to let you be all work and no play . . . Troy: (turning around) Look, just . . . Claire: . . . that would ruin everything. Troy: Stop it okay! Claire: What's wrong? Troy: I got some bad news. Claire: A patient? Troy: Yeah, but more than just that. Claire: Well how much more?! Who is it? Troy: Someone I never wanted to hurt like this. Claire: So you're involved with a patient? Troy: (agitated) I'm involved with ALL of my patients. Claire: You know what I mean. Troy: Look, this one's different. Claire: A woman? Troy: No, a little boy. And I owe his mother alot because of what my brother did.
Claire: Well, should you be treating him then? If you're personally involved it could make it difficult to have good judgement. Troy: You mean like that of a hospital administrator that plays peek-a-boo in the hall? Claire: You're right. Look, I know you're completely a professional. I guess I was wondering if I needed to worry? If I had competition? Troy: Look Claire, I need to deal with this, okay! Claire: Okay. Sorry. (leaves)
At The Hospital - Later Hank is coming out of the lounge and overhears Troy's phone call. Troy: Yeah this is Dr. MacIver. Can I get Nora Buchanan's phone number please? Hank: (grabbing the phone and hanging it up) I heard Colin MacIver's twin brother was bothering Nora. Troy: Is there anyone in this town who isn't protecting Ms. Buchanan? Hank: Maybe, but I'm not one of them. Troy: So let me guess? . . . Childhood friend? . . . No? Prom date? Hank: I'm her ex-husband. Troy: Your kidding me, another one?! What did you get in the divorce? The right to keep every other man away from her? Hank: No, but I am the DA. Troy: (smirking) Why am I not surprised. Hank: You know I wish I had locked Colin up and thrown away the key when I had a chance. Troy: But you didn't.
Hank: Not because I didn't want to. And after what he did to Nora . . . Troy: Yeah well look, I'M not out to do anything to Nora. I am calling Nora for medical reasons. Hank: Are you telling me that she's your patient?! Troy: No, I'm telling you her son is my patient and that's all I can say to you. Hank: If you're not being straight with me . . . Troy: Yeah I know, I have to answer to you. I heard it before, thank you. (starts to leave) Hank: (grabbing Troy's arm) Yeah, well now you're hearing it from me. Believe it! Now I'm giving a lecture at the university and then I'm checking up on Nora. Troy: You do that. And then you go harrass someone that actually has done something wrong. Have a nice day.
Later, in the lounge, Troy is leaning against the door frame, staring outside. Claire comes in and walks up behind him.
Claire: I just came from the lab. I am very sorry about Ms. Buchanan's son. Troy: Yeah me too. Claire: (handing him a piece of paper) Here. Troy: What's this? Claire: Her phone number. I got it from her records. Troy: Thank you. Claire: Listen, no rush on that coffee, but I'm still looking forward to it. Whenever you're ready. Troy: Thank you Claire.
At Nora's
Matthew and Nora are sitting on the couch. He is feeding Nora chocolates that he brought home for her. Nora: (taking a bite) Mmmmm . . . no that's not it. That's not it. (Matthew chooses another one. Nora takes a bite) Oh, mmmm . . . nope, that's not it either. Mmm. (Matthew chooses another one. Nora takes a bite) Oh, oh, we have a winner . That's my favorite kind, mmm hmm.
Matthew: I know. Nora: You do know! Do you know what else is my favorite kind? Matthew: What? Nora: You! (She starts tickling Matthew) Your my favorite kind! That's right . . . (Phone rings) Oh you are so saved by the bell, do you know that? (standing) Alright, don't eat anymore. (answering the phone) Hello. Troy: Nora. Nora: Dr. MacIver. Troy: Yeah hi! I'm glad you're in. Nora: Is everything alright? Troy: We need to talk. (Nora looks worried)
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