December 3, 2001

Transcribed by Cindy Popiela, edited by Karen Ross

Nora comes home after her memory treatment.

Nora: Keri! Keri, it's me. (she turns the lights on) It's just me! (She flops onto the couch and sighs happily, then the phone rings) Hello?

Troy: Nora, hey it's Troy.

Nora: I just left you, is something wrong?

Troy: No, no, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you got home alright, with everything you went through.

Nora: I'm fine. I just pointed myself to the couch. Is there something else?

Troy: No, I just think you should try the treatment a second time, especially since you were so close to remember exactly what Lindsay did to you, Nora.

Nora: You know Troy, it use to be my life's work trying to nail Lindsay.

Troy: So then don't quit Nora! You almost got the brass ring.

Nora: No, I did get the brass ring Troy! I did. I remembered so many wonderful things. I have an amazing life. I have incredible people that I love and who love me back.

Troy: You know you're always going to wonder exactly what Lindsay did to you.

Nora: Of course I will, probably yes. But you know, hating Lindsay now is only going to rob me of the present, after she's already taken my past! No, I will not have that.

Troy: But if you remember, maybe Lindsay will get the jail time that she deserves.

Nora: Oh Troy, she's already gotten what she deserves. She's lost everybody that she cares about. She hates more than anything being alone. I think she'd probably prefer jail time.

Troy: I don't know if I'd be so forgiving if it was me.

Nora: I'm not! I'm just letting it go.

Troy: Okay, you're the boss. But I'm keeping the drug just in case.

Nora: Don't! Not on my account. I want to look forward to the future now. I have . . . I want to look to the future that I have now with Sam and Matthew. You made that possible for me and for that, I will always be grateful Troy. Thank You!

Troy: You're welcome Nora! You sleep well, you earned it. (hanging up his cell phone) Okay Lindsay, Nora says no! Somehow it's up to you. (he knocks on her door)

Lindsay: Hello.

Troy: Hey you look nice.

Lindsay: So do you.

Troy: Thank you.

Lindsay: Come on in. I'll get my purse.

Troy: Actually no rush. I was thinking we might have a glass of wine first.

Lindsay: Well, I'll get a couple of glasses then.

Troy: You know I wanted to thank you for taking the time to meet with me tonight. I wouldn't be able to do this fundraiser without you.

Lindsay: Troy, is Colin's money gone already?

Troy: Well I gotta tell you Lindsay, it's starting a free clinic and keeping it running from day to day can get pretty expensive.

Lindsay: Well, say what you will about me, but I am always available to raise money for a good cause.

Troy: Good because what I have in mind is a little unorthodox.

Lindsay: So what is this unorthodox evening that you have planned?

Troy: Well I was thinking about an exhibit with an artist named Romali.

Lindsay: The Nigerian photographer?! He's a genius.

Troy: You know him?

Lindsay: Yes.

Troy: Great. Yeah, yeah I actually met him in Kenya. I'm a huge fan of his. It's amazing the way his photographs capture suffering and turn it into something beautiful. Which is why I think he'd be perfect for our fundraiser. I mean who better to represent the underprivileged clientel of a non-profit free clinic, right?

Lindsay: Troy, we could get amazing publicity out of this. We'd have money pouring in from coast to coast. This is perfect.

Troy: The idea or the wine?

Lindsay: Both. (they toast) I can't wait!

Troy: Good. I'm glad. You know, I wasn't sure because the first time I mentioned the fundraiser you seemed a little upset.

Lindsay: You were talking about Sam and Nora. How do you think I was suppose to feel?

Troy: Lindsay, can I ask you a question? Are you still hung up on Sam?

Lindsay: Are you still hung up on Nora? Okay, I'm going to let you go first.

Troy: Okay, yes I admit it. I had a cursory interest in Nora.

Lindsay: What is that?

Troy: Cursory, just means I had a glancing interest.

Lindsay: Troy, I know what cursory is. Don't give me the spin, give me the truth.

Troy: Okay . . . the truth is Nora intrigued me.

Lindsay: Why?

Troy: I don't know. Maybe it was because there was something about her that made my brother give up everything. Or maybe it was just the way she smiles. Who knows? But either way, I'm over it.

Lindsay: Really?!

Troy: That's right, I'm over it.

Lindsay: I'm liking you more by the minute.

Troy: Besides, Nora's with Sam now. And they seem pretty solid. Truth is, it's probably for the best. Don't you think?

Lindsay: My truth . . . is that Sam married me on the rebound from Nora, and I didn't know it. Okay, maybe I knew it a little bit, but I loved him so much I didn't think it would matter, because I just thought that my love was going to fix all that. But it didn't because Sam was still in love with her. (she stands and walks over to one of her statues)

Troy: (following Lindsay) I'm sorry. (he puts his hands on her shoulder)

Lindsay: You know being compared to Sam's lingering fantasy of Nora was pretty hard to live with sometimes, and still is.

Troy: Still bothers you, huh?

Lindsay: Yeah, Nora destroyed my family. And then she destroyed the family I was going to have with Bo.

Troy: Really?!

Lindsay: (turning to Troy) That's why we're enemies. I mean this doesn't have anything to do with me wanting Sam back, because I don't.

Troy: You just don't want Nora to have him.

Lindsay: Yeah, something like that.

Troy: I can understand that. Must get pretty lonely with everything you've been through.

Lindsay: Sometimes.

Troy: I know the feeling. (lifting the empty wine bottle) Well, looks like that's my cue to go home.

Lindsay: Oh wait a minute! I believe there was the promise of a dinner made here.

Troy: (looking at his watch) Uh yeah.

Lindsay: You are going to welsh on your promise, aren't you?

Troy: You're right. You're right, I did promise you dinner. And I will take you to dinner, just not tonight.

Lindsay: Wait a minute.

Troy: I'm sorry, but it's your own fault. I mean you're way too charming. I completely lost track of time.

Lindsay: You think I'm charming?!

Troy: Of course. I think you're charming and I think you're smart, funny, not to mention beautiful. You know you could stop me at any time here.

Lindsay: No, please!

Troy: Okay, um I think you're thoughtful and I think you're caring.

Lindsay: Okay, you just crossed the line of disbelief.

Troy: Really?!

Lindsay: Yeah.

Troy: It's true though, isn't it?

Lindsay: Not if you listen to most people in town.

Troy: Ah you see, now there's your first mistake. You can't listen to thsoe people. Besides you're helping me out with the fundraiser, so that should help your image in this town. (walking to the door)

Lindsay: Uh, speaking of the fundraiser, do you realize that we haven't really talked about that?

Troy: Sure we did. We agreed that you and I were going to work together and that you liked my idea of Romali.

Lindsay: Oh I love that idea. . . Maybe next time we get together you can tell me more about him.

Troy: Who knows, maybe you'll meet him yourself soon enough.

Lindsay: Thanks for the wine.

Troy: You're welcome. So I'll call you tomorrow.

Lindsay: Okay.

Troy: Okay. (he leaves, looking very pleased with himself)

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