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  1. Matt

    Episode #12

    Episode #12 Tuesday, 5/8/07 Same Day, Late Afternoon Tom’s Apartment, Living Room Dr. Tom Crawford rushed through the front door, his mind racing with thoughts. As if Meg Marriott leaving him an endowment to maintain funding of his research grant – after pulling her funding only days before her death – weren’t enough to try to deal with and understand, the sight of the gun the police had found was. True, he’d only gotten a quick glimpse of it and, yes, the view had been partially obstructed by the plastic baggie it had been in, but… No, it couldn’t be his gun. It wasn’t possible. His gun was hidden securely away in a locked box inside his safe. Or was it? <object width="352" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="352" height="240"></embed></object> Rita’s Diner “Oh, really?” Joy Donovan leaned forward on her elbows, hanging on every word. She couldn’t believe her luck. “Yeah! Listen, everything I’m telling you is gospel,” waitress Tracy Dixon assured with the utmost confidence. “I’ve lived in Rosehill my entire life. This isn’t exactly a big town, you know. Everybody knows everybody else’s business here.” “Apparently!” Joy picked up her pen and scribbled a few more notes in her legal pad. “So, you’re telling me that Meg Marriott had been married several times?” “Well, I hear she was married a couple of times before she ever moved to town.” Tracy, ignoring the fact that she was supposed to be working, slid into the booth next to Joy. “But she was married to Jeff Hart – he was the mayor here at one time, big scandal there. He was involved with some shady stuff and his son killed him – got carted off to some nut house. My mom told me all about that – big local legend. Then she was married to this young doctor at the hospital. Well, he’s not so young, now, this was years ago before I was even born. Mom told me about that, too.” “Go on.” Joy couldn’t write fast enough to keep up with her, but she was giving it her best shot. “He got some other doctor pregnant and then left his wife for the other doctor. Then… let’s see.” Tracy bit her lower lip and tapped her chin with her pencil as she slipped deep into thought. “Oh, yeah! I remember this because I was just a kid when it happened, but she was engaged to this guy running for governor. They didn’t get married, though. He keeled over from a heart attack at the altar and died before finishing the ceremony. Then, a several years ago, she married another doctor – the chief of staff at the hospital – Dr. Marriott. Then he left her for another woman.” “Really?” “Yep. And get this – the other woman was her own sister’s step-daughter!” “Really?” Joy simply couldn’t believe her ears. Tracy was turning into the exact type of source that she needed – both knowledgeable and talkative. “Barbara Sterling. That Sterling family is another story entirely.” Then, at just that moment, Tracy’s eyes grew wide with excitement as a familiar face stepped into the diner. “Speak of the devil!” Joy’s eyes followed Tracy’s in the direction they were looking – right at a very handsome young man. “Who’s that? A special customer?” “You could say that,” Tracy grinned. “That’s A.J. Sterling, Barbara Sterling’s nephew. Isn’t he great? He’s in here at least twice a day. He’s such a nice guy – and hot! And very well off! His family owns Carlson Paper & Publishing.” She gasped slightly when she remembered another important piece of information. “Do you watch ‘Light of Love’?” “Well, of course!” “Then you know his sister – Galen Sterling.” “His sister is the Galen Sterling? Natalie Grayson herself?” “Yep. Rosehill is Galen’s hometown.” Tracy sighed and shook her head. “That poor family. A.J. and Galen’s parents died in a plane crash when they were kids – did I tell you I went to school with Galen? Their Aunt Barbara had a nervous breakdown a couple of years ago and hasn’t really been the same since. She’s been confined to a hospital. And on top of that, Barbara’s son is in the military and missing in action in Iraq! They’ve managed to keep that quiet, though. Carlson owns the local paper, so they have the ability to do things like that. And would you believe that the father of Barbara Sterling’s son is married to Meg Marriott’s daughter?” “Oh, this is just too juicy.” Joy flipped the page in her notebook. She’d already filled up ten full pages with all the information Tracy had given her own Rosehill’s finest citizens. “Tell me more.” Tom’s Apartment, Living Room Logically, Tom knew that the gun still had to be inside the locked box in his safe. The gun the police found couldn’t have been his, but he had to certain, if only to put his own mind at ease. However, as he walked over to the painting, which concealed the small wall-safe, a loud knock came at the door. “Thank god you’re here,” Amy Marriott said, walking in and past Tom as he opened the door. “I know we usually call before getting together, but I really needed to vent.” She went straight for the small bar Tom kept in the corner and began to pour herself a Scotch – on the rocks. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Tom went over to her, but his eyes went toward the safe. “Oh, just that loser husband of mine,” she sighed before taking another long gulp of Scotch. “You know we were supposed to have that meeting with the headmaster at Winfield because of Eric’s lack of attendance. Well, guess who never bothered to show up?” “Maybe he forgot.” He poured himself a drink. “People do forget things, you know.” “Andy forgets a lot of things.” She winced and started to stretch her shoulders. “All of this stress has given me horrible pain in my back and neck. Doctor, would you mind working your magic?” “It would be my pleasure.” He took her by the hand and led her over to the sofa where he sat behind her and began to massage her back. “If you’re so unhappy with Andy, why do you stay married to him? Why did you even marry him in the first place?” “I plead temporary insanity.” “Amy, you married him twice. If I remember correctly, you fought Lynn tooth and nail for him.” “Gee, thanks for bringing that up. You’re starting to sound like St. Van – bringing up every stupid thing I’ve ever done every chance you get.” “You know that’s not what I’m doing.” Amy took another sip of her drink and then let out a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry. When I first met Andy, he was handsome, exciting. He had dreams – ambition. It was all very appealing. Now that I’m older…” She paused and turned around to look at Tom. “Well, not that much older… I see that he doesn’t have any firm grounding in reality. Andy is nothing but dreams – just one stupid dream after another and none of it ever pans out.” She downed the rest of her Scotch and began to swirl the remaining ice cubes around in her glass, her eyes transfixed on them. “I do plan on leaving him, you know. Just as soon as Eric’s out of school and out of the house. He’s the only reason I remarried Andy in the first place. One stupid night of drinking and talking about old times and I turned up pregnant. I thought giving the baby a family was the right thing to do. I knew it’s what my father would’ve wanted me to do.” There was a long silence as both Amy and Tom reflected on the deep, personal confessions that she’d made. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I’ve completely monopolized everything. How are you? How have you been doing?” “Well, I had a couple of shocks today,” Tom began. “Turns out Meg left me an endowment for a research grant in her will.” “The same grant she just pulled out from under you?” Amy was clearly as shocked as Tom had been. “Leave it to Meg to change her mind twenty times – even after she’s dead and buried. Typical.” “That’s not the big one.” He paused and considered how much he should really tell her. Deciding that she could be trusted with his concerns, he continued. “The police found the gun they think was used to kill Meg.” “They did?” “Yes, and… I know I didn’t get a really good look at it, but it looked like mine.” “You can’t be serious!” Her jaw dropped. “How is that possible?” She paused. “You didn’t…” “No! Of course I didn’t kill Meg. That’s crazy!” He jumped up from the couch and began to pace around the room. “I tell you, Amy, that gun looked exactly like mine, but I know full well it can’t be. I keep my gun locked away. No one but me has access to it and I haven’t touched it in a long time.” “Then if you’ve still got it, that gun can’t be yours.” She laughed with the obviousness of her observation. “Yes, I know. I was getting ready to get the gun out of the safe when you showed up.” “The… safe?” The color quickly drained from Amy’s face. “Yes, the safe. I keep my gun in a locked box with some private papers in my safe.” As Tom walked over towards the safe and pulled back the painting that covered it, Amy sat in anxious silence on the sofa while every muscle in her body began to tighten. So much for the wondrous backrub she’d just received. The Sterling Home, Living Room “Suzanne, honey, what’s wrong?” Betsy Harper asked as she sat down next to her eldest daughter on the couch. “You’ve looked upset ever since we left your grandmother’s house.” “It’s nothing,” Suzanne muttered, not even looking at her. “I bet I know,” her sister Megan Harper spoke up. “Do you see her husband anywhere around? I bet he had to run out to Beaver Ridge to work with Alison Marriott. Isn’t that it, Suzanne?” “Megan! That’s enough of that!” Betsy snapped as Suzanne simply glared at Megan. “Honestly, I can’t believe you say some of the things you do.” “It’s okay, Mom,” Suzanne sighed. “I’ve gotten used to her. She’s still the same as when she was a kid.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Megan folded arms tightly across her chest. “So, anyway, Dad, like I said, I’ve been doing some thinking.” Megan’s twin sister Vanessa walked into the living room from the kitchen followed by Ben Harper. “And I’ve come to realize that I really do miss Rosehill. I mean, I do like New York, but it’s not… well… home. Do you know what I mean?” “I know exactly what you mean, Sweet Pea.” Ben put his arm around her. “Rosehill is your home. No matter where you go in this world, you’ve always got Rosehill to return to.” “Then… can I move home?” Vanessa bit her lip nervously. “I mean, with everything that’s happened lately, it just seems like I need to be here. Our family should be together right now.” “Oh, honey, of course you can move home.” Betsy rose from the couch and hugged her daughter tightly. “I, for one, can’t wait to get out of this rinkydink down,” Megan sighed. “I’m going back to Switzerland to finish my vacation.” “Megan, I think your sister has the right idea.” Ben walked over to her and looked at her eye to eye. “I think our family needs to be together right now. I think you should stay in Rosehill, too. It’s time you moved home.” “What?” Megan’s eyes grew wide. “You can’t be serious. You can’t make me move home. I’m an adult.” “When’s the last time you had a real job?” he asked her point blank. “And I don’t mean one of those little modeling jobs for some catalog you do every once in a blue moon. I mean a real job.” “I don’t need a ‘real’ job,” she laughed. “I have my own money.” “What you have are credit cards – cards that I pay the balance on every month,” he reminded. “You have an apartment in the city you share with your sister that I help pay the rent on every month. You drive a sports car that I paid for and continue to pay the insurance on every month. It’s time you grew up and learned some responsibility. I admit, a lot of it is my fault for letting it get this far, but enough is enough.” “This is crazy!” Megan turned towards her mother. “Mom, seriously, you can’t really be going along with this!” “I think your father’s right, honey,” Betsy nodded. Meanwhile, back on the sofa, Suzanne could only sit in silence, resisting the urge to smile. “You!” Megan turned to Vanessa who’d been standing in silence during the entire conversation. “This is all your fault! The perfect little princess! You sucked up to him and put him up to this!” “I had nothing to do with this!” Vanessa shot back. “I’ve lived with you since the day we were born. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself.” “Well, I don’t need you to pay my own way.” Megan shot her father a defiant stare. “Granny just left my a big ol’ trust fund in her will.” “Apparently, you weren’t listening very well.” Ben’s tone was stern and serious. “You don’t get all of that money until you’re thirty or until you get married and have a family. Until then, I administer the money. You don’t get a dime unless I approve it and I’m not giving you a penny until you prove to me that you can act like a responsible adult.” “You can’t do this!” “Watch me.” <object width="352" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="352" height="240"></embed></object>
  2. The Guiding Light: Episode 090Wednesday, February 20, 2008 Written By: Josh Hawkins <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> Josh rolled over in bed and could feel an intense headache forming. “Hell…” he swore under his breath as his feet hit the floor. He rubbed his eyes and tried to recall the previous night…a fight with Shayne, drinking and then Cassie was the last memory he had. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and came back with a note from Cassie. “Reva never came home last night. Left around 7:00, thanks for last night. It’s what I needed – Cassie.” Josh crumbled the note up and tossed it into the trashcan beside the nightstand. He picked up his cell phone and saw “13 Missed Calls” from an assortment of people: Reva, Billy, Marah…he turned his phone off, tossed it back on the bed, ignored the countless voice mails and headed to the shower, determined to rid himself of this hangover before Reva returned from where ever she had been all night long. <HR> And Now..."The Guiding Light" <HR> Marah and Danny appeared from the ICU hallway to see Reva on her cell phone, leaving Josh yet another message. “Hey, any change?” Marah shook her head, “No. He’s just lying there, so still and almost life…” she stopped herself and composed. “Lillian said that they’re going to do a shift change and that should take them about two hours.” “Two hours?” Reva gasped. “Well what are we supposed to do just sit here and wait? No, I want to go see Shayne.” “Reva,” Lillian approached, “this is typical. We do shift changes twice a day and during that time family isn’t allowed in the ICU, I’m sorry.” “But you’ll be here the entire time, right?” Marah questioned. “Of course,” she answered. “Listen, Buzz called this morning and he wants to offer you guys a room at the boarding house, free of charge.” “No,” Reva shook her head. “No I want to be here if anything happens, right here.” “Mom be reasonable,” Marah spoke. “Company is right across the street if anything happens we’ll be close and we have to keep our strength up for Shayne.” “She’s right Reva.” She shook her head, “All right. Danny would you take us back to the house I need to get a few things, some clothes and insurance information?” Danny shook his head. “And Lillian you have our cell phone numbers right?” Reva gestured amongst her, Marah and Danny. “If anything changes, anything…you’ll call?” She gathered up her coat and purse, “Okay, let’s go…I’ve got to find your father.” <HR> “How are my favorite girls?” Bill asked as he entered the Bauer kitchen. “Hey! I’m not a girl,” was the reply Robbie hollered back at him. “Squirt…” Bill gave him a high five, “I know you’re not a girl, you’re my favorite little man.” Robbie laughed and went back to eating his apples. “Where’s your Mom?” “His mom is right here,” Michelle came down the stairs with Grace in her arms. “Do you want to go see daddy? Huh?” She handed him the baby and finished packing Robbie’s lunch box. “Sweetheart, Mrs. Thompson is here to pick you up,” she handed him his lunch, kissed his forehead and sent him out the door. “Bye Bill,” he called from halfway down the sidewalk. “Can you believe how big he’s getting? Or how big she’s getting? Huh?” Bill questioned. “They’re growing fast,” Michelle noted. “How are you doing this morning? Holding up okay? I know that today’s your day with Grace but I just figured you wouldn’t be here until later.” He put Grace in her high chair and gave Michelle a look, “I must be missing something. Why would I give up a day with my daughter?” “Um…Shayne’s accident. I just figured that you would have wanted to be with your family today, that’s all.” “What accident?” “You don’t know about Shayne’s accident? Last night at the Beacon? Bill, how can you not know what is going on? It was in the Mirror this morning. Hope even saw it online in Chicago.” “I really have no idea what you’re talking about Michelle,” Bill told her. “You need to go to Cedars, right now,” she told him. “Rick and Mel spent the entire night there working on Shayne. He was attacked at the Beacon, he has severe internal injuries, head trauma and he’s in a coma. Did your father not call you?” “My phone broke yesterday, I just got a new one.” He grabbed his jacket from one of the empty chairs, “We can reschedule?” “Of course,” Michelle answered. “Listen if there is anything Reva or Josh…” she paused, “or you need, please call me.” “I will,” Bill told her and then stopped in before rushing out the door. “Can I do something that I’ve been wanting to do for months?” “What...” Michelle asked and before Bill could answer, she found herself engaged in a passionate kiss with the father of her daughter! <HR> Cassie entered the farm much the same way she had left it the night Tammy left for Washington D.C., quite and dark. She tossed her purse on the table and was about to head up the stairs for a shower and then to bed when the lights suddenly came home. “Decided to finally come home?” “Oh my God!” Cassie screamed at the top of her lungs, “Tammy Nicole! What are you doing here?” “You know I think I’m going to reverse the mother-daughter role here for a minute and ask you the questions? Where have you been all night?” “None of your business,” Cassie answered. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in D.C.” “I stopped by the Beacon last night and Emily said that she wasn’t sure where you were so I checked your suite and nope, not there. So I called Towers and then Company and no one had seen you in like hours. Then I decided to just come on back here and wait to see if you eventually showed up.” “For starters, I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re giving me the third degree, but I don’t appreciate it. Why are you not in school?” “Because when my plane landed in Indianapolis I decided to check my messages and I had like four from Marina and another five from Lizzie. Shayne had some kind of accident last night at the Beacon. I canceled my flight to Washington and headed back home.” Tammy glared at her, “You should probably check your phone, I’m sure…” “I turned it off…” Cassie rushed over to her purse. “Don’t bother,” Tammy shot back. “I don’t know what you were doing last night or with who, but you stink. Take a shower and get dressed, we’ll talk more in the car.” <HR> Josh wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into the master suite to find Reva sitting on the bed. “Well, look who decided to finally come home? You enjoy you’re night out?” Reva sat in silence for a moment, “Did you? Where in the hell have you been Joshua? I tried to call you last night. Billy tried, Marah…” “Is there a reason you’re checking up on me Reva?” he questioned. “I’m your husband, not your child. I don’t appreciate...” “What did you just say?” Reva stopped him. “There is a very long list, which is growing at the moment, of things I do not appreciate, Bud. Have you even bothered to notice that I’m still wearing the same damn dress I was wearing at the wedding last night?” she paused. “I’m going to ask you one more time, where were you all night?” “And I told you that I’m not your child that needs to be checked up on,” Josh replied angrily. “Don’t…” Reva said softly, almost under her breath as she walked across to the dresser and looked in the mirror at him standing there. “Don’t…do not get some holier than thou attitude with me. And please forgive me if I cannot stomach your self righteous indignation this morning Joshua. I’m a little tired, seeing as I’ve spent the entire God forsaken night at Cedars,” she revealed. “The hospital what happened? Reva…” “You tell me Joshua, you tell me where you were when I needed you the most? she paused and raised her voice, “When this family needed you the most Bud!” “I was having some work issues and decided to go have a beer at Outskirts,” he finally revealed. “I had one to many and I didn’t think it would be a good idea to drive so I got a room at that little run down motel across the street.” “Finally, an honest answer,” Reva sighed as she began packing an overnight bag. “You know most middle aged men who have a family, a career and responsibilities don’t normally go out and get wasted. I guess I should be grateful you didn’t drive. That’s the silver lining here isn’t it? Tell me, did you at least go alone?” “So why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you. Why are you here drinking like there is no tomorrow?” Josh shrugged his shoulders, “It doesn’t matter.” “It does matter,” Cassie touched his shoulder. “Come on talk to me, I just opened up to you about Tammy, let me help if I can.” Josh finished off his fifth glass of bourbon and took Cassie’s hand, “I have a better idea. Why don’t you forget about Tammy leaving for at least awhile and I’ll forget about what is bothering me and we’ll…” he stumbled off his barstool, “we’ll have us some fun.” “Of course I did and I don’t deserve that,” Josh answered. “Are you going to tell me why you spent the entire night at Cedars? Is it Marah?” Reva gathered her composure before speaking, “No…Shayne.” She finished dressing and allowed the news to hit him as hard as it had hit her twelve hours earlier. “He was attacked last at the Beacon, in the parking garage. Lucy Spaulding found him.” “Oh my God…Reva…is he…” “Alive?” she questioned. “Just barely. Rick and Mel worked until about three this morning to stabilize him. He has internal bleeding, severe trauma to his head. The doctors are worried that his brain is either bleeding or swelling…they don’t know which yet.” she shook her head. “He’s in a coma…” she choked back tears as Josh reached for her. “No! No…no…no! You don’t get to sweep in here after the living hell that I have been through last night and make this all better, you don’t get do that…” she yelled! “Do you know how petrified and frightened I was last night? And the answer is no, you don’t because you didn’t go through what I did. I sat there…” she sobbed, “on that sofa and held Lucy Spaudling in my arms and just kept staring at her, covered in Shayne’s blood. Each time that door swung open I just knew, I knew that Rick was going to come and tell me he was gone…” she relived the night in her mind. “I was all alone…I have never needed you as much as I did in that moment…” “Why didn’t you call Billy?” Josh questioned. “I didn’t want Billy! He’s not my husband. He’s not Shayne’s father. I love him like a brother, but I wanted you and you weren’t there. Do not even try to make excuses for that Joshua!” “I’m not Reva. That is the last thing I am trying to do.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand and attempted to compose herself. “Danny and Marah are downstairs,” Reva grabbed the bag she had packed through the screaming. “Buzz is letting us have a room at Company and…and…” she repeated. “What?” “And I want you to sit here for awhile. I want you to worry about Shayne the way I worried about him last night…alone! You sit here and you think about how scared he must have been when he was attacked and then you think about me sitting there in a cold, empty waiting room all night long with the woman who perhaps saved his life and then you think about your daughter pouring out her heart and soul out over a brother she may never see alive again and then after you do that, after you take yourself to hell and back, then you come to the hospital and see your son. But not a moment before…do you understand me? Because I pray to God that you do…” she told him as she stormed out of the room! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Reva connects with Lillian. - Gus makes a decision about his future. <HR>
  3. The Guiding Light: Episode 089Friday, February 8, 2008 Written By: Josh Hawkins <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> And Now..."The Guiding Light" <HR> Holly sat her coffee cup down by the morning copy of “The Journal” and continued to listen as an eager junior reporter tried for the fourth time in less than fifteen minutes to get permission to run the Shayne Lewis story. “Listen to me, Tracy, again. I have known Josh and Reva Lewis for well over twenty years. I am not about to print a story that will cause them any additional grief just yet.” She listened again as the reporter, pleaded with Holly for the okay. “It’s not going to happen Tracy, not yet anyway. I promise you that after I talk with the Lewis’ then we’ll run the story…” more talking from the reporter. “Well that has yet to be decided. Good-bye Tracy.” Holly closed her cell phone and for some reason her mind jolted back to the night of the rainstorm… Like the rain beating down on the windshield, Holly’s tears fell down her face. “This has got to stop.” She told herself and in sheer desperation she slammed on the brakes and screamed out at the top of her lungs. “I have to save myself!” Ed finally managed to spot her car, “Oh God what are you doing?” He threw the car into park and raced to the driver side window. “Holly you open this door!” It was locked and she turned her head away from him and screamed out. “I told you to leave me alone!” She picked up her cell phone and scrolled down the address book to a listing for “Ed Bauer.” After a few rings the voice mail answered, “Hello you’ve reached Dr. Ed Bauer, please leave a detailed message and I’ll return your call. Thank you.” “Ed, hi it’s Holly. You’re probably at hospital…I was just sitting here going through some pictures and other things…I thought I would call you and see how you were doing. Anyway, I would like to talk to you sometime soon…I know that I said we were finished and that I didn’t want to talk to you again, but well…I would like to sometime soon. So give me a call. Okay, bye.” <HR> “If your father sees you here Phillip…” “He’ll what?” Phillip cut her off. “What Alexandra? He’ll call security have me escorted off the premises. I’m not afraid of him, not anymore.” “That’s fine, don’t be afraid. But I am, he’s my brother Phillip and he very well could have another heart attack if he gets worked up like he did that night at the mansion.” “Please, a heart attack?” Phillip mocked. “That man doesn’t have a heart Alex. I thought you of all people would know that by now.” He tossed some personal items into a box and looked around his desk, “Besides I’m not going to be here that long. Ava left some files and other personal effects of mine here when she cleaned out my office.” “What type of files?” Phillip grinned shyly, “I see that got your attention. There just files from clients that I brought to Spaulding over the years. They’ve promised their loyalties to me, if and when I ever left the company She slammed the door behind her, “Phillip those are property of Spaulding Enterprises, there was a reason you didn’t receive them when Ava cleaned out your office.” “And what part of you thinks that I give damn Alexandra? I worked incredibly hard getting these clients to sign with the company. Moreover, don’t you stand here in what used to be my office and lecture me about principles. Mind you, while you were off parading around Europe ignoring this company some of us were here, running it.” “A job that you were rewarded for quite nicely if I do recall,” Alexandra snapped back. “Don’t use my time away from Springfield against me. I don’t deserve that.” “And I don’t deserve to be treated like an heir to the throne one day and a bastard the next!” Alexandra fell into a chair in front of Phillip’s desk. “I am so sorry that you feel that way. I’m sure it was never Alan’s intention to make you feel like that…” “When are you going to stop defending him Alex? After all that he has done to everyone he claims to love,” he listed, “Alan-Michael, Olivia, you. Not to mention the ones he doesn’t even care about.” “Don’t you bring Gus into this fight. He has no place in it,” Alexandra told him under no certain terms. “You can take the damn files Phillip. You can leave here and go into business for yourself, with Lewis Construction, with anyone you want, I don’t give a damn. What I do give a damn about is this family whether you want to believe it or not! And I want to know one thing, I want to hear it from your lips, right here and right now. Just the two of us…is she worth it? Is Olivia Spencer worth all the hell she is putting us through?” “Alex, let’s not do this again. I don’t think I have it in me to continuously defend her…” “I understand that. I really do. I just need to hear it from you, Phillip. I need to her that Olivia is worth all that you are giving up. You’re father, Lizzie’s not talking to you and you ending a marriage with a woman you have loved your entire adult life. How is it possible Olivia is worth all of that? How?” “I love Beth in a way that no one and that includes you and Lillian, will ever understand. Our love is complicated and old. We’re not in love with one another like we once were.” “Then why did you marry her?” “It was a means to an end,” Phillip fell into his chair. “I know how awful that sounds, I really do. But it’s true. There’s something about Olivia that causes my heart to spark again like it used to with Beth, I come alive when she’s around, when I hear her name, when I think about her. I love her with such entensity that words don’t even come close to describing it.” “And what about Alan and Lizzie?” “Alan sat this plan into motion, he tested my feelings for Olivia and her’s for me. In some twisted, sick way he brought us together instead of driving us apart. He has to deal with that, not me. And as for Lizzie, well it won’t be the first time she hasn’t spoken to me and I’m sure it won’t be the last. She’s not a child anymore Aunt Alex, she has to understand that this is the real world.” Alex walked behind the desk and slid her ams down Phillip’s shoulders. She sighed heavily before speaking, “I was afraid of this.” “What?” “Don’t what me…you love that…that…woman…” she said with hostility in her voice. “I worry about you. You and Alan-Michael…Nick and Gus…” she smiled. “You are all my children in so many different ways and I care about each one of you. And there are times when I think you don’t even know how much I care, it’s why I insert myself into every situation that you all are going through.” “We know how much you care, well I do at least.” “Well I’m sure glad that you do.” She kissed the top of his head, “You better get out of here before Alan shows up. I can’t go another round with him, not yet anyway.” “I have a few more things to pack and then I’ll go.” Alexandra shook her head. “I love you very much Phillip. And for what it’s worth I do hope that Olivia has your best interests at heart or you know who she’ll answer to.” <HR> An hour had past since Holly had made the phone call to Ed and he hadn’t replied. Holly looked at the coffee table were old newspapers, letters, cards and an assortment of pictures of Roger in various stages of his life. She almost had the entire box packed away when the knock on the front door came. “Ben, come in…” Holly kissed him on the cheek, “I haven’t heard from you in weeks.” “I know, ever since I canceled our dinner date.” “Yeah.” Holly took his coat, “I tried to call you a couple of times but always got your voicemail. I hope that Alexandra isn’t working you too hard over at Spaulding. You know if she is I can talk to her, get her to slack off a bit,” she smiled. “Little hard work never hurt anyone,” Ben smiled and noticed the pictures. “What’s all of that?” “That is memories of a life I sometimes want to forget, but just never seem able to,” Holly replied. “Roger.” “Oh…I’m sorry,” Ben stood up from the sofa, “I should have called before I just showed up unannounced.” Holly shook her head, “You’re fine. You can come by anytime, day or night unannounced. I’ve had these things out since Roger died. I think it’s just time I put them away.” She put the lid on one of the boxes. “I just made some coffee would you like some?” “Sure.” Holly poured him a cup from the kitchen, “You know there was something that you wanted to talk about awhile back. I’m so sorry that I just always seemed to miss you. Between the paper, therapy and Blake’s wedding I just never seemed able to find the time.” She handed him a cup, “Black, right?” Ben shook his head. “How are you doing? How have you been doing? Winter seems to keep dragging on lately and that groundhog…” he smiled, “You’re doing okay?” “I see you’ve been talking to Blake. I don’t want you to feel like you have to check up on me or even worry about me Ben.” “I worry because I care and yes I do talk to Blake. We try to have lunch about once every week or so.” “That’s nice,” Holly smiled. “But I’m doing very well this year. I think I have my SAD under control.” Ben shook his head, “That’s good to hear.” He sat his cup down on the table. “I normally wouldn’t want to bother you with things that are going on in my life, but…well…you’re the only person I have here in town. You’re like a mother to me in so many ways…” “I want you to feel that way Ben. I think of you as one of my own children. I have ever since your father and I were married.” Holly took his hand in hers, “Sweetheart, if you’re going through something that you can’t handle by yourself, then please tell me. Let me help you.” Ben rubbed his face with his free hand and swallowed hard, “About three months ago a doctor Chicago diagnosed me with Stage One testicular cancer.” “Oh..” Holly covered her mouth and then immediately took Ben in her arms. “Are they sure?” Ben shook his head. “And you’ve had a second opinion, right?” “A second and a third,” Ben answered. “The doctor in Chicago referred me to a specialist in Houston and then she referred me to one in New York City. They’ve all said it was cancer.” “Oh Ben, honey. I wish you had come to me earlier than this. I would have gone with you to those visits.” She kissed his forehead. “Have you told anyone else? Blake or Marina?” Holly paused for a moment, “You’re father?” He shook his head no. “I wanted to tell you first because of course I need to tell him what’s going on, but there’s more to it than that. Each of the doctors has told me to find out if my biological father has any history of this in his family.” Ben took her hand, “I need you to go with me to visit with my Dad, I can’t do this alone and Marina she can’t find out, not yet anyway.” Holly shook her head, “Of course. Anything you need Ben, I’ll do it.” She said aloud, but in her mind, the mere thought of seeing Fletcher again caused her to panic. Nevertheless, she knew now, more than ever that she was needed, no matter what the price was she had to pay, she was needed! <HR> “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone with the Lewis family,” Danny asked at the nurses station. A nurse pointed across the room and spoke softly, “Mrs. Lewis is over there.” Reva sat with her head propped up by her hand, half-asleep when Danny knelt down beside her. “Reva…” She bolted awake, “What?” rubbing her face she questioned. “Oh Danny, hello.” “Hi. I brought you some coffee,” he handed her a stryofoam cup. “It’s from the cafeteria but I figured anything is better than nothing, right?” She shook her head. “How did you know? Please don’t tell me it’s in the papers.” “No, Billy called me last night. He thought that Marah might need some company. Is she here?” “She’s back with Shayne,” Reva answered. “You know that’s very nice of you to come down, Marah will appreciate that. I appreciate it, thank you.” “Of course,” he replied. “Has there been any change?” “No…” she answered softly, empty almost. “Rick and Mel stablized him last night. He fell into a coma…they said that was normal because of the shook that his body is going through he needs this time to heal…” Reva shook her head. “They think he may have swelling around his brain or even bleeding, they’re just not sure yet.” “Do the police have any idea how this happened?” “No…and that Danny is the part that just pisses me off the most, you know? He was attacked for some unknown reason, why?” She shook her head. “And then to make matters even worse I can’t get ahold of Josh and no one knows where Ed is at.” Danny had taken the seat next to her and put his arm around her, “Is there anything that I can do to help? I will call in specialist from wherever, anything you need Reva.” “Thank you very much. That means quite a lot to me, more than you know actually. But I think the only thing you can do right now is go see my daughter. Let her know you’re here.” “Okay…” Danny stood up. “It’s room um, four. You can go on back if you want.” Reva watched him take a few steps and then spoke, “Danny…” “Yeah?” “I know that Marah hurt you when she left after Grace was born, but you have to know how sorry she is. You have to know that she loves you so much and that she is complicated, stubborn, hard-headed and at times headstrong. There’s a reason for that, you know, she’s a Shayne woman. Believe me when I tell you this and Josh can confirm if you doubt me, but Shayne women are not easy to love. We’re good woman, but the men who loves us, they’re great men. It takes a mighty fine man to love us and I think that you could be that man for my daughter.” Reva smiled again, “That’s all.” “Thank you Reva.” <HR> Alexandra and Alan-Michael finished a phone conference with the New York offices and were having idle chat before parting company. Alexandra told her nephew that she didn’t notice Lucy at breakfast this morning and he tells her that she spent the night at the Beacon. Alexandra rubbed her temple and Alan-Michael noted her uneasiness. “You want to talk about what’s bothering you?” “Do you want to hear about it?” she retorted. “I’m sure that I can take an educated guess as to what it has to do with,” he replied. “Dad and Phillip.” She shook her head, “And don’t forget about your step-mother, Olivia.” Alex covered her entire face to avoid crying in A-M’s presence. “I’m sorry…I just hate this so much.” “Aunt Alex don’t hold back,” A-M told her. “Whatever you have bottled up in there, let it out. Come on, I’ll be your sounding board.” She drew in a deep breath to calm her nerves. “The family’s divided with Alan and Phillip at war again over her. Gus, well he doesn’t want any part of our world. He keeps retreating further and further back, shutting me out at every turn. I went to such great lengths to keep him from learning the truth, for his own benefit. You know how screwed up this family is, I never meant to hurt him Alan-Michael or anyone for that matter.” “But you did Alex,” he told her. “You hurt a lot of people, including my wife and Harley.” “And I’m very sorry for that…” she spoke as the words dawned on her for the first time since all of this had started...”Oh Alan-Michael, I never told Lucy how sorry I was for all the pain I put her through…” “She knows your sorry Alex. Telling her would be a good start to rebuilding some relationships that you’ve had a hand in wrecking.” Alex shook her head in agreement. “Can I give you some advice?” “Of course. Please.” “You care about all of us, the entire family almost to a fault. You know I’m right. You’re not a patient woman, but you’re loving and you’re a good mother and a good mother figure to both Phillip and I.” “Thank you,” she mouthed. “Eventually, in someway or another, Gus is going to come around and see what the rest of us, that loving and kind woman who has been there for us countless times. He’ll eventually see you as his mother, but you have to wait now. Let him do it on his own time table.” Alexandra leaned over to kiss A-M on the cheek and suddenly heard Alan yelling in the hallways. “What is going on…” She threw open her office doors to see Phillip and Alan engrossed in a screaming match. “STOP IT!” she demanded. “Phillip! Alan!” she wiggled her way in between the two of them. “What part of you’re no longer employed here do you not understand Phillip?” Alan shouted. “Oh go to hell Alan!” he shouted back at him. “That is enough…” Alexandra said ruthlessly. She grabbed Alan’s coat and dragged him into her office, “Alan-Michael bring your brother in here, right now!” She slammed the door and seethed with anger! “What in God’s holy name are the two of you thinking? I don’t give a damn if the two of you want to tear each other to shreds at the house, but at this place, in this building and in this office you will act like the civilized human beings that I know you are!” she glared at Alan with a rage he had never seen before in her eyes. “You are the Chief Executive Officer of this company and you are acting like a school yard bully. And if you think that I am going to let you act as such, it will only be over my dead body.” She spun around and pointed at Phillip, “And you…what part of leave before your father arrives do you not understand?” “I am not his father…” Alan said full of anger. “Alan Spaulding! One more word out of your mouth and I swear I will slap you so hard across your face that you will feel the pain come next Tuesday!” “Alexandra…” Phillip attempted to reason, “I’ll go.” She shook her head, “Oh no. You stayed and you caused this. After the conversation, we just had and you stayed. I tried Phillip, I tried to understand where you were coming from, I tried to understand why you love this woman…” she looked at Alan, “I tried to understand why you both loved her so strongly, but I cannot understand. Both of you, both of you claim to love this gold-digging bitch so much…” “Step lightly Alex,” Phillip warned. “You both claim to love this woman so much, that you are allowing her to come in here and rip apart this family that we have spent decades upon decades building. And I know, oh God, do I know that we are not perfect, but we are a family and within one year, one year…Olivia has hooked her claws into us and pulled us apart…look around…look at the two acting like two horny teenagers…you’ve allowed this woman to do this.” She ran her fingers through her hair as three of them stood in silence. “You two are self destructing before my very eyes and it makes me sick to watch. Maybe Olivia destroying this family was for the best, because we only love one another, we only need one another when it’s easy for ourselves. I’m guilty of it just as much as all three of you are.” She threw open the door of her office, “So go ahead, destroy one another. I have my own problems to worry about, my own issues to deal with and I can’t deal with anymore of yours. She stopped in the doorway. “Some people in this family have stood by you both,” she spoke to Alan and Phillip, “perhaps even at times when neither of you deserved it. But, when she needed you to stand by her, when I needed your support the most, there was only one person willing to offer me support and compassion. Yell, scream, kick, holler, I don’t give a damn. But do somewhere else, because right know this company is the only thing that is keeping me sane.” She paused for a moment, “The two of you should be ashamed of yourselves.” :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Cassie gets a surprising shock! - Reva confronts Josh! <HR>
  4. The Guiding Light: Episode 088Friday, February 6,2008 Written By: Josh Hawkins <HR> She burst through the doors of Cedars, her eyes heavy with tears of fears. “Hi…” her voice cracked, “excuse me, please. My name…my name is Reva Lewis.” She attempted to speak, “I need someone to page either Lillian Raines or Dr. Ed Bauer, immediately.” <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> And Now..."The Guiding Light" <HR> San Jamar Island “Ice tea?” Marissa Spencer-Randall extended a glass to her sister, “I just made it.” “Thank you,” Olivia smiled. “For this and for all the sacrifices you’ve made the last few months. I know that it hasn’t been easy on you and Alfred.” “Please don’t apologize Olivia,” Marissa took a seat next to her on the sofa. The two of watched as Hannah played quietly on a blanket in the corner. “Can you believe how big she’s gotten?” “Nope, I certainly can’t.” “So, how long are you going to hide out here Olivia?” Marissa questioned. “Please don’t get me wrong because I love having you so close. We haven’t spent as much time talking and just being sisters since we were little girls, I love having you here.” “But you want to know how long I intend on hiding from my husband?” Olivia asked directly. “It’s okay. I’ve asked myself the same question over and over again since I got here.” She paused for a moment, “And I’ve came up with about half-a-dozen different answers. I’ve worked hard to have the things I have in my life…Hannah and my career. I saraficed far to much, I have done a lot of things in my life and deserve a lot, but what I don’t deserve is to have Alan Spaulding rip the benefits of my hard work away from me, I don’t deserve that Marissa.” “Well of course not,” her sister agreed. “And from what you’ve told me your husband sounds like a first-class son-of-a-bitch. What kind of man fakes two heart attacks and turns his back on a child he’s raised as his own their entire life?” “Alan Spaulding does,” Olivia answered. “Can I ask you something sis?” Olivia shook her head yes. “How well do you know Phillip? I know you say that you love him and he’s Hannah’s father but there is a difference in truly knowing someone and loving them. And I only ask because, well, you haven’t always made smart, sound decisions when it comes to men: Richard, Josh Lewis and now Alan.” “You know the old saying, ‘You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince charming?’” “So are you saying that you’ve found your prince charming or is Phillip just one more frog that you’re going to have to kiss?” “There’s something different about Phillip, he’s not like any other man I’ve been with. For starters Marissa he is my daughter’s father. Those other men, Richard, Josh and even Alan to an extent were never that. He is a good man, one worth fighting for.” “I just don’t want you to get hurt again, you don’t deserve that Olivia. Moreover, to me it sounds like this Phillip has his own version of Reva Lewis…are you sure that you’re ready to compete with that all over again?” <HR> Upon returning home from the wedding, Beth saw her mother off to work, took a shower and put on a pair of PJs that Lizzie had gotten her for Christmas last year. She put on a pot of coffee and made her way back into the living room, tonight was just about her. She was going to drink coffee, eat something very unhealthy and watch “Steel Magnolias” for what she was certain was the tenth time since the divorce. However, the ringing doorbell had other plans for her… “Alexandra…” Beth forced a smile. “How are you?” Alex shook her head, “I’m not going to lie…not okay. I got back to the mansion and was going to have a glass of wine but there wasn’t anyone there to have it with.” “So you came here with liquor?” Beth smirked. “How very Spaulding-esque of you. Come on in.” She held open the door for her. “In all fairness to me and my liqour,” Alex noted, “came to see you mother.” “She had to work tonight. But you know I am glad that you’re here.” Beth told her. “Since the divorce we don’t seem to talk much, not like we used to anyway.” “I know and I’m very sorry about that, but you have to understand my position, Phillip’s my nephew and right now I’m the closest thing to a parent he has right now.” “That’s not true nor is it fair Alexandra. He has Ross and Elizabeth is out God only knows where doing God only knows what. If she was so concerned about her son she could come home you know.” “I can’t answer for Elizabeth or even explain her actions,” Alexandra replied. “You’re not his mother Alex and I know that is hard for you to hear, but you’re not. You have to realize that Phillip has parents and other family to lean upon.” Beth disappeared into the kitchen and brought back two wine glasses. “And I’m not saying that you have to stop by everyday to see how I’m doing, because Momma does that. It would just be nice if you recognized the relationship you and I had for all these years.” Alexandra took Beth’s hand, “I will, from now on I will do just that. You’ve been a very important part of my family for many years and no matter if you or Phillip are married, my love for you will never change Beth.” “Thank you Alex.” Beth poured herself another glass of wine, “You know this beats what I had planned on doing tonight.” “And what was that darling?” “Watching Steel Magnolias again, it seems to have become my comfort movie since the divorce. Momma refuses to watch it with me anymore.” “I would love to see that movie, it’s been years since I last seen it,” Alex told her. “If you don’t mind me inviting myself.” Beth shook her head, “Of course not. It’ll be fun.” “Okay then, I’ll go get some popcorn.” Beth shook her head in agreement and smiled, this was the last thing she expected tonight. <HR> “Come on in,” Marina held open the front door of her and Frank’s house. “You sounded pretty upset on the phone.” “I was at Braxton’s apartment. I thought that since he couldn’t get off work for the wedding that I would give him a little surprise…” Lizzie raised her eyebrows. “Oh…and did you, give him a surprise?” “Hardly. I’m the one who got the biggest surprise…no that is, biggest shocker of all time.” “You caught him there with another woman, didn’t you? Was it someone that you knew? One of those slutty nurses from Cedars, huh?” Lizzie shook her head, “You watch to much television Marina. No, I didn’t catch him with anyone because he wasn’t there. He left town…” “What? What do you mean he left town?” “How many other ways can I say it Marina? He left Springfield. He left me a dear John, or in this case a dear Jane letter, packed his clothes and skipped town.” “Bastard!” Marina gasped. “What did the letter say?” “Oh who cares?” She shrugged, “Actually it said something about how he wasn’t the person I thought he was…” “Uh, yeah obviously.” “And how he had this clear cut agenda and couldn’t go through with it after he got to know the real me.” Marina embraced Lizzie with a tender hug, “I’m sorry honey. Is there anything that I can do to help?” She shook her head, “Yes. Call Shayne and see if Reva cares if we come over. I want to watch a movie where the incredibly sexy hero gets blown up by something, anything I don’t care.” “Okay. I don’t think Reva will care,” Marina searched for her phone. “You Shayne could probably use some cheering up anyway. Tammy left for D.C. tonight.” “She did what?” Marina shook her head, “I know. She got accepted into this intersession course she needed so she took off tonight after the wedding.” “Well, that is just…wonderful! You know what not only are we going to watch men blowing up movies, but we’re going to eat pizza and chocolate and ice cream!” “Sounds great, but we may have to settle for a girls night,” Marina waved her phone in the air, “voice mail.” She left him a short message to call her when he got the message and then tossed her phone onto the sofa. “Want to make the trip to the video store or should we see if my Dad has anything that will fit your criteria?” Lizzie shrugged her shoulders and Marina’s phone began ringing. “Hello! Oh hey Dad…” her words trailed off. “Oh my God…when…” her voice turned and Lizzie could tell that something was the matter. “Actually Lizzie’s here with me we’ll be right down.” “Marina? What happened?” Lizzie questioned. “Put your coat on.” “Marina!” “Shayne’s been in some kind of accident…I don’t know what’s going on. Dad couldn’t tell me much but something has happened to Shayne. We have to get down to Cedars right now!” <HR> “I can take care of myself you know. I’ve been doing it for a very long time, alone without any help from you, Marissa.” “Don’t you get defensive with me, not here of all places. I’m your big sister and there have been times in your life that I haven’t always had your best interests at heart, but I do now. You can’t keep jumping from one man’s bed to another, not anymore Olivia. You have someone else to look out for now, someone else you have to protect and care for, Hannah.” “And that’s what I am doing here,” Olivia picked up the baby and held her close. “I am anything but naïve Marissa. I know my track record with men and yes this relationship with Phillip could work out, but I also know it could fail. I have to prepare myself for both of those things to happen. And when it comes to dangerous men, contrary to popular belief,” she gestured around her, “I can deal with dangerous men. The woman that left San Cristobel all those years ago, she’s grown up.” “You have grown up,” Marissa smiled for a moment and then it fell. “You know, speaking of dangerous men Jonathan refuses to come from boarding school because Edmund is now back here in San Cristobel.” “Oh God, that’s right. How is he doing as the sophomore Ambassador?” “Who the hell knows? Or cares for that matter?” Marissa shook her head, “Jonathan refuses to even come back here for a visit. I sent him an email last month, practically begging him to come home and he flat out refused.” “I am so sorry Marissa, I had no idea.” “Plus, it doesn’t help that Reva popped in awhile back. I wanted to tell her what was going on but Alfred insisted I not.” “Why did you do that?” Olivia asked shocked that her sister would do such a thing. “You know as well as the next person that there is no love lost between Reva and me but she has a right to know how Jonathan feels.” “No!” Marissa said firmly. “Reva gave Jonathan to me, I’m his mother. Jonathan maybe almost grown, but I still have to protect him. It is my job to protect my son from Edmund, from Reva and anyone else who threatens his well being. Anyone.” <HR> “I forgot how terribly sad and yet wonderfully funny that movie was,” Alexandra smiled. “Thank you for letting me stay Beth.” She began folding a blanket, “Well I’m glad that you and your liqiour stopped by.” Beth smiled, “You know when you got here you said that you weren’t doing all that well, is there anything you want to talk about?” Alex shrugged her shoulders, “It’s Gus. He and Harley broke up a few weeks ago, he’s living in some trashy, run down motel on the edge of town and you know what Beth, it’s all my fault.” “All your fault? Alexandra I some how doubt that.” “No it is, really. I kept too much from him and tried to cover it up. I knew what Alan was capable of, you’ve what he’s capable of. I just didn’t want another one of my sons to be put through the turmoil of having me as a mother.” “What are you talking about? The turmoil? Yes you are anything but common, you’re over-the-top at times, pushy, domineering, but above all of those flaws Alexandra you’re a good mother.” “You’re just saying that Beth. And I think it is very kind, but you really don’t have to sugar coat anything for me.” “Who said I was doing that? I don’t sugar coat anything any longer, I don’t have the time or the desire.” Beth smiled at her, “Can I give you some advice?” Alex shook her head, “I think that would be nice.” “After Lorelei and I integrated there were nights when I would lie awake and berate myself for being a bad mother. For not being strong enough to handle that flood, for leaving my children and countless other things that I had no control over.” “Yes, but I had control over giving Gus up. I made that choice, not Alan and not my father.” “But because of the choices that were made for you already in your life by them is what forced you to make that choice. You made the choice yes, but it was because of their actions,” Beth explained. “The point of this story is that I couldn’t move forward with my life as Beth, until I came to the conclusion that I was a good mother. Lorelei’s mistakes were just that mistakes and I finally realized that. I decided to move forward and rebuild a relationship with my children.” “So what are you saying Beth?” “That you have to admit your mistakes to yourself, to Gus and then move forward. Look around you Alexandra, you have Nick, Phillip and Alan-Michael in your life who respect and look up to you know. At some point in your life you did something right with them and more importantly for yourself. You’re capable of doing it again, you just have to want to.” “You know what you’re right. One-hundred percent without a doubt right,” Alexandra leaned over and kissed Beth’s forehead. “Thank you for listening, the movie…the wine.” “Anytime Alexandra, anytime.” <HR> She burst through the doors of Cedars, her eyes heavy with tears of fears. “Hi…” her voice cracked, “excuse me, please. My name…my name is Reva Lewis.” She attempted to speak, “I need someone to page either Lillian Raines or Dr. Ed Bauer, immediately.” Billy placed his hands on shoulders, “Reva…darlin’” She spun around to face him, “So help you God, Billy Lewis…” she wiped tears off her cheek, “if the next words out of your mouth are calm down…because if they are…” she was trembling with fear, “have her page Lillian. Please Billy…please…” Lillian pushed open the doors marked, “trauma room one.” “Reva,” she spoke softly, “come over and sit down for just one moment.” Lillian led her across to a vacant sofa in the corner of the waiting room. “Reva you need to take a very deep breath right now and remain as calm as can be expected. Okay?” Reva shook her head yes and took Billy’s hand. “Do you know where Josh is?” She shook her head, “No. He left to go somewhere earlier tonight. I’ve tried to call him several times, but nothing.” “All right,” Lillian took Reva’s other hand. “What is going on?” Reva pleaded, “Lillian you have to tell me what is wrong with Shayne?” “There was some type of accident at the Beacon tonight. Shayne was…he was…” “What?” Billy asked. “Tell us what happened…” “Frank seems to think that Shayne was attacked with some type of club or a baseball bat.” “Attacked…” Reva shook her head, “what do you mean?” “Frank and the police detective working with her seem to think that he was mugged. They don’t know that for certain, however that’s what they think happened.” “Is Ed in there with him right now?” “No, Rick and Mel are working to stabilize him,” Lillian explained. “Listen Reva, Frank’s with the person who found Shayne at the Beacon and she’s going to want to ask you some questions about where Shayne was going tonight…” “Who found him?” Reva questioned. “Who was it Lillian? Not one of the girls, oh please tell me it wasn’t Marina or Lizzie?” “No.” “Was it someone that I know? Who? Lillian!” “It was me,” Lucy appeared from the corridor still wearing the clothes from early. “I found him Reva…” she choked back tears as Reva stared at her in shock. “Lucy…” Reva raced over to her. “Oh my God…” she sank to the sofa in shock as Lucy took the seat next to her. “I am so sorry this happened…” Lucy cried as Reva opened her arms for the young woman to weep in. “It’s okay. You…you didn’t do this to him. Some monster did…no, you, you Lucy, you saved boy.” She stroked her hair and looked up at Lillian and Billy. “You, you go find your brother and you bring him here, Billy. And Lillian…you page Ed and you tell me that I want him here right now!” She shook her head in agreement, “And then I want to talk Frank. He has to know that if he wants to see the person who did this to my son alive, ever again, then he had better find them before I do. Because, I swear to God as my witness, when I find the person who did…I will kill them!” <HR> At the same moment Reva was holding Lucy, making her threat, Austin Hollingsworth stood on the observation deck of the lighthouse by the river. The moon reflected on the water as the young man pulled back his arm and threw the bloodstained wooden bat into the calm water below him. The bat hit the water. Austin could see it floating out to God only knew where as Rick and Mel worked frantically to stabilize Shayne! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Ben tells Holly about his cancer! - Alexandra confronts the men in her life. - Reva offers Danny some advice. <HR>
  5. The Guiding Light: Episode 087Friday, February 4, 2008 Written By: Josh Hawkins <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> And Now..."The Guiding Light" <HR> Springfield, Late Evening At the Company Boarding House, Eleni awakes from a peaceful few hours of sleep, she walks into the bathroom and notices the damp rug hanging on the shower curtain to dry. As she makes her why back into the bedroom she opens the curtains and looks over Springfield. “I’ve missed this place,” she whispers to herself and then decides to head back to bed. The moonlight shines through the room and as she makes her way back to bed Frank tosses himself awake. “What are you doing?” “Looking out the window,” she smiles at him. “Watching you sleep,” Eleni slips herself back under the covers and back into Frank’s arms. “Last night was wonderful. Thank you.” Frank held her tight in his arms. “Would you like to tell me just what it is your thanking me for.” “I don’t even know where I should begin Frankie,” Eleni interlaced her fingers with his. “After all these years apart I just can’t believe we’ve managed to find our way back to one another.” “It feels pretty good though doesn’t it?” “Of course it does,” her words drifted off as she pulled away from him. “I just don’t think we should have let it go this far. We’re adults, we have a daughter and careers…I should have…we should have known better.” <HR> Lizzie Spaulding entered into Braxton’s suite at the Beacon and called out for him. “Braxton? Honey are you here?” She looked around the room and heard no answer. “Braxton?” Lizzie sat down on the sofa and flipped through a copy of the Journal and then decided to wait for her beau in the bedroom. She passed through the kitchenette where everything was still in order from earlier in the week. In the bedroom, Lizzie tossed her coat on the bed and an idea popped into her. She quickly took her clothes off, tossing them to the floor beside the bed and pulled open the closet doors, searching for one of Braxton’s shirts. Only she found the closet empty…she checked the chest of drawers same as the closet. “What the hell is going on here?” Lizzie asked herself as she put her clothes back on. She was on her way back to the living room when an envelope with her name caught her eye. She took the envelope and sat down on the sofa to read it. “Lizzie,” she began reading. “I don’t know when you’ll find this but I hope it finds you well in school and life. I have spent the last few months getting to know you for a very different reason that you have spent getting to know me. I’m not the person that you think that I am. I came to Oakdale and then later Springfield with one goal in mind, getting to know you for reasons that I do not want to reveal now. My mother and I came to Springfield with one clear cut agenda, one that I no longer want to fulfill. I pray that you never know the reasons I came to town, I pray that you never know the real connection that we share and I am not talking about the one we’ve developed in the bedroom and beyond. May life treat you well. Braxton.” She let the letter fall from her hand and looked at in confusion. “You son-of-a-bitch.” She cursed, “An agenda…you can take your clear cut agenda and rot in hell.” Lizzie shoved the letter into her purse, through Braxton’s room key down on the table and walked out of his suite for the last time. <HR> “You got everything you need?” Cassie asked Tammy at the foot of the escalator at Springfield International Airport. “You got your coat, it’s cold up there.” “It’s cold here mom,” Tammy smiled. “I’m going to be okay and more importantly you’re going to be okay.” Cassie sighed heavily, “I have dreaded this day since that acceptance letter came.” She played with Tammy’s hair for a moment and could feel the tears swelling up in her eyes. “Mom…” “No, no…” Cassie stopped her. “You have to let me have this moment. You’re my little girl, the only one that I have and you’re leaving to go off and be an adult. I get to be sad. I get to stand here and play with your hair. I get to cry Tammy, because that’s what mothers do.” Tammy embraced Cassie in a hug. “Daughters cry too you know,” she whispered into her ear. “I know this is hard for you and all I can think to say is thank you for letting me go. For having this opportunity to go out into the world and make it a better place.” Cassie broke away from their hug, “And a better place is what you’re going to make it. I know you will because of who you are, the values you have and so much more.” The two hugged one another for a second time and when Tammy finally broke away she looked at her watch. “I have to go.” Cassie shook her head, “I know. Okay, well then you be safe. And you call me the minute you get off that plane in Washington.” “I promise,” Tammy replied. “You know there is one thing that you can do for me if you would.” “Anything,” Cassie answered. “On my dresser at the farm is some letters for Lizzie, Marina and Shayne, will you make sure they get them.” “I will, I promise.” “Thanks,” Tammy told her before one last embrace. “I love you so much Mom.” With tears racing down her cheeks Cassie replied, “And I love you, so much more than you will ever realize.” <HR> “Do you think this was a mistake Eleni?” “No,” she said shaking her head. “This…us, it is no mistake. What we done here tonight, making love that was a mistake. Because, it’s like wanting something you know you’re not supposed to have yet you have it anyway.” Eleni closed her eyes and deep down prayed this was a dream. “I love you Frankie…” “Who says that we can’t have this? We’re adults who loved one another…” he stopped for a moment, “don’t you think we owe to ourselves to try this and see where it goes?” Eleni thought for a moment, “And what if it doesn’t work Frankie, then what happens?” “We know that we tried,” he answered. “Marina’s grown now, our actions will still have an impact on her but not as strong as one as before.” He kissed her hand, “What do you say? Can we do this?” “I can’t move back to Springfield, not right away. I’ve made a life for myself in Los Angeles and I won’t expect you to move out there because you have your life here.” “Okay, so we’ll compromise. I want this to work Eleni, because you’re what my life has been missing. You are the other half of the puzzle for me and I’ve waited years for this to happen.” She lightly touched his face, “You think we can do this?” Eleni’s voice cracked, “I don’t want to lose you again and if we do this, again, we do it right. Make me a promise Frankie, we’ll do this right.” He kissed her hand and took her into his arms. “I promise you Eleni, we’re going to do this and we’re going to do this right.” Eleni settled into his arms, she was warm, safe and loved for the first time in a very long time. <HR> “Bourdon,” Josh Lewis sat down on a barstool at Outskirts determined to drown out the conversation he had just had with his son by whatever means necessary. Twenty minutes had past, Josh had consumed three drinks total and still the thought of Shayne betraying his own family raced through Josh’s mind. Across town Billy and Reva arrived at the Lewis home, where the Cedar’s file greeted them. “I thought you and Josh put this to bed weeks ago?” Reva picked it up. “Did something change?” Billy shook his head, “Well not to my knowledge. You know there’s no telling why Josh had that file out darlin’,” he lied. “Drinking alone cowboy?” A female voice questioned from behind Josh. “Care for some company?” He spun around on the barstool, “Actually I’d just like…” he stopped, “Cassie? What are you doing here?” “Tammy just left for Washington D.C. a class she wanted to take during the intersession opened up.” Cassie laid her purse down on the bar and grabbed a few peanuts. “I was driving back to the farm and saw your car parked outside and thought why the hell not. I could use a drink.” Josh flagged down the bartender, “Whatever the lady wants, put it on my tab.” The bartender nodded in agreement and poured Cassie a vodka and cranberry. “Cheers.” She toasted. “And just what are you toasting to?” She shrugged her shoulders, “You know it honestly beats the hell out of me. I have no real reason to be happy…” she took one shot of the drink and finished it off. “Another.” “That a girl,” Josh smiled at her and polished his drink. “So Tammy left huh?” Cassie shook her head yes. “You know this has been the worst day I have had in a very long time since Richard died.” She took a sip of her second drink. “One of my best friends got married to the man she loves, her soul mate today and I should have been so unbelievably happy for her, but I wasn’t. I was angry, jealous and bitter. I used to have what she has and then…then Tammy gets the call to come right now if she wants this class. I just don’t understand why she would want to leave.” “Do you really think that we’re supposed to understand why our children do anything that they do?” Josh questioned. “I guess we’re not. I know that she’s excited about this opportunity and I’m happy for her but she left so fast Josh. It felt like I was giving her away all over again. I just wish she would understand that…” “Please if our kids could only understand where we are coming from our lives Cassie would be a hell of a lot better.” “True enough,” Cassie noted. “So why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you. Why are you here drinking like there is no tomorrow?” Josh shrugged his shoulders, “It doesn’t matter.” “It does matter,” Cassie touched his shoulder. “Come on talk to me, I just opened up to you about Tammy, let me help if I can.” Josh finished off his fifth glass of bourdon and took Cassie’s hand, “I have a better idea. Why don’t you forget about Tammy leaving for at least awhile and I’ll forget about what is bothering me and we’ll…” he stumbled off his barstool, “we’ll have us some fun.” Cassie smiled and thought that was the best offer she had heard in a very long time. <HR> Ed kicked his shoes off, unbuttoned the top button on his shirt and his eye caught a letter with his name written on the front. It had been sitting in the same spot since Roger’s will had been read, unopened. He sat on the foot of his bed, staring at intensely. As he muttered something under his breath, he walked over and picked it. He closed his eyes and shook his head, he wanted to call Holly but thought better of it, and he didn’t need her for this. Ed opened the envelope and as he did he could practically hear Roger’s laugh in the background, this was his final revenge Ed knew that, which is why he had waited so long to open the damn thing. “Ed,” he began reading aloud. “Well congratulations old man you’ve outlived me. How does it feel? I write this to you on my deathbed, Amanda’s in the living room talking with doctors, home nurses and most likely an attorney. I’ve done some horrible things in my life, I know that, but I won’t apologize to you, to others perhaps but never to you. You, Dr. Bauer, kept my Christina away from me…” He continued reading the letter and when he was done, he folded it up, put it back in the envelope from which it came and cursed under his breath, “Son-of-a-bitch.” Ed knew that he shouldn’t buy into what Roger had said, but he couldn’t help himself and within the hour, he was packed and headed out of town. He made a stop at the cemetery to bid Maureen goodbye and then to the airport. “Good evening sir,” the attendant greeted. “How can I assist you this evening?” “I need a one-way ticket to San Diego, please,” Ed handed her his credit card. Yes, Roger had gotten to him and he was sure he was headed on a wild goose chase. <HR> Lucy Cooper-Spaulding parked her car in the nearly empty garage at The Beacon. As she began to make her way across the garage she reached to call Alan-Michael. Halfway to the doors she saw something lying in on cement and she walked over to see exactly what it was. She finally made out not what it was, rather who and let out a gut-wrenching scream before dialing 911. “This is Lucy Spaulding, I need an ambulance at The Beacon hotel lower level parking garage,” she cried out. “Oh my God, please hurry.” <HR> Reva handed Billy a cup of coffee and was about to cut him a slice of pecan pie. “You know this is just Momma used to make,” she smiled. “Thank you darling.” Billy took a big bite of the pie and smiled, “It is exactly like Ms. Sarah used to make,” he confirmed. Reva forced a smile. “He’ll call right?” Billy shook his head just as the phone began ringing, “There you go…” “Hello…” she answered. “Reva, this is Lillian Raines…” :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Alexandra bonds with a former Spaulding woman. - Reva rushes to Shayne's side. - Shayne's attacker is revealed! <HR>
  6. The Guiding Light: Episode 086Friday, February 1, 2008 Written By: Josh Hawkins <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> And Now..."The Guiding Light" <HR> “I hope that I didn’t wake you Frankie,” Eleni held open the door for him. “I called Buzz at least five times and no answer.” “Pop’s a sound sleeper,” Frank answered. “And then I tried Harley, but she told me to call you,” Eleni explained as she gestured towards the bathroom. “You know how clumsy I am…” “It’s fine Eleni, really.” He assured her, “Now what did you say happened.” “I dropped my bracelet down sink drain, after I got out of the shower. I wouldn’t mind so much but Marina gave sent it to me last Mother’s Day.” She ran her fingers through her black curly locks of hair, “Oh Frankie please tell me you’ll be able to find it.” Frank headed towards the bathroom and began working to find the missing bracelet. After about a half hour later he came back with the bracelet for his ex-wife. Eleni praised him and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. As he was washing his hands, getting ready to leave the water pipe burst, covering Frank from in water from head to toe! “Damn it.” She heard him from the bathroom. “Frankie?” Eleni rushed to the bathroom door, “Frankie, what happened…Oh my goodness, oh Frankie!” It took Frank ten more minutes and multiple failed attempts to fix the water situation and once done there was nothing on him that was dry. “Here take off your clothes…” Eleni’s words stopped him mid-step. “Stop it you know what I mean.” Eleni took his clothes down stairs to the dryer in Company. Meanwhile, upstairs Frank sat with a towel around his waist. He stood up to readjust when the door suddenly swung open. “Okay, Natalie downstairs said she would give me a call when your clothes were dry…” Eleni stopped and looked on at a naked Frank, “Oh…oh my,” she smiled. <HR> Josh Lewis was sitting in the living room with the Cedar’s project file in hand, waiting for his son to arrive home. Shayne parked his car in the driveway and headed inside. As he made his way to the door he thought about emailing Derek and then heading to bed. “You got a minute to talk son?” Josh asked as soon as the door closed behind Shayne. “I was going to head upstairs and do some packing,” Shayne answered. “But I could spare a minute or two.” “I was just wondering if there was anything you wanted to share with me,” Josh began. Shayne’s eyes darted, “Like what?” Josh threw the folder on the table, the word “Confidential” stared up at Shayne. “Let’s start with what you know about this.” “Well it would help if I knew what that was,” Shayne defended himself. “Don’t you play games with me boy!” “And don’t you yell at me like I’m some dog that crapped in the floor.” Shayne retorted. “Tell me what that is and I’ll tell you if I know anything about it.” He took a deep breath and thought for a moment, “It’s the Cedar’s file.” Josh paused. “Shayne I know that you stole this information and gave it to someone at Spaulding Enterprise.” “Really? You think that I sold my family out to Spaulding Enterprise? What reason would I have to do that?” “Why don’t you tell me that…it baffles my mind Shayne.” “Well you know what baffles my mind Dad, is why you are so sure that it was me. I’m sure there were at least half-a-dozen people at Lewis that you or Uncle Billy or Bill has pissed off at one time or another.” “Watch your mouth Shayne,” Josh warned. “You know what, I’m out of here because right now you’re so angry you’re not thinking straight.” Shayne told him. “Don’t you walk out that door!” “Watch me.” <HR> Holly Reade let out a heavy sigh of relief as she looked around the empty ballroom at Towers. She couldn’t believe that she had told Blake not to worry about anything, that she would handle it. She made her way across the room with an empty gift bag in hand to collect the disposable cameras used to capture the moment. In the distance she heard the elevator doors open and then close. “You’ve missed the party,” she called out without looking. “I didn’t actually,” Alan Spaulding replied from the entrance of the room. “Holly what are you doing in her all by yourself? You know they pay people here to clean up after these events.” “I’m fully aware, thank you Alan. Is there something that I can help you with?” “I seem to have misplaced my cell phone and came back to see if the bartender found it,” he explained. “Did you try calling it?” Holly asked. “I lose mine all the time at work.” She walked across and retrieved her purse from behind the bar and handed him her phone, “Here dial your number.” Alan did as he had been instructed and within seconds the jingle of his phone could be heard coming from a table near the balcony. “Mission completed,” Holly smiled and went back to collecting cameras. “Thank you,” Alan told her. “You’re welcome,” she replied without looking up, expecting him to leave. “Is there…um, something I could help you with Holly?” She stopped and looked up, “Did you just offer to help me collect cameras? Cameras, that mind you, were used to capture the wedding of Roger Thorpe’s daughter?” Alan scoffed at the thought, “I just want to repay your kindness,” he waved the phone in the air. “That’s all.” The two proceed to finish clearing off the tables and place all the belongings that have to be taken back to the Carriage House on a single table. “Thank you for your help Alan, it was very generous,” Holly told him and head towards the elevator. “You know I was about to pour myself a night cap, would you join me?” “Alan you know that I don’t…” “Drink, of course. We have club soda or sparkling cider for the lady,” Alan held up two bottles. “What do you say?” Holly thought a moment, shook her head and then decided why the hell not. The only thing she was rushing home to was an empty, dark house and memories of days gone by. She sat down at the bar and watched as Alan poured himself a drink, then a club soda for her. They began talking about the wedding, relationships and even Roger…before Holly knew it she had two and half hours had past… <HR> After the wedding reception, Gus took his mother back to the Spaulding mansion and declined her offer to stay the night. Alexandra became worried about him and began to question where he was staying. Gus said that he was living in a hotel and that she shouldn’t worry about him. Alexandra was worried and she followed him to the outskirts of Springfield. “What are you doing here?” Gus was standing in the doorway of the run down motel, shirtless. “I was concerned about you,” Alexandra informed him. “Put a shirt on and invite me in.” Gus slipped on a white tee-shirt as Alex surveyed the room. Cigarette cartons filled the table and small chair, there was a pile of unwashed clothes in the corner and fast food bags covered the extra queen size bed. “And just how long have you been staying here?” “Since I left Harley,” Gus answered. “You know it’s not that bad. I used to live like this when I was in the FBI and when I first moved to Springfield.” Alex shook her head and mocked, “Not that bad. This place is absolutely disgusting Gus.” “That’s why I didn’t invite you here. Not exactly the living habits a mother likes to see for her son.” “That’s true enough,” Alex noted. “Why don’t you come back to the mansion with me?” She put her hands up almost to defend herself, “Before you answer, just think about it. I would like very much to have you there.” “I don’t need a handout here. I’ve taken care of myself just fine for a very long time without the help of anyone else.” “I never said I was offering you a handout Gus. I’m just extending the offer of my home. You are as much welcome there as any of Alan’s children or Nick.” She walked across the room and kissed him on the cheek. “Just promise me that you’ll at least think it over.” Gus shook his head. “I’ll call you in a few days.” “All right, I can ask for nothing more.” As she opened the door the cool winter air ripped through Gus’ room, “Good night son,” she said softly and then left. <HR> “I can’t believe how the time’s gotten away from me,” she glanced down at her watch. “You have a prior engagement?” Alan asked. “No…” she smiled, “It’s just been a very long day is all.” “I understand.” He paused for a moment, “Holly?” “Yeah?” “Would you like to dance with me?” She laughed at the mere thought and then knew he was serious, “Alan, there’s no music. Perhaps another time,” Holly headed towards the elevator and suddenly a Rascal Flatts song filled the empty ballroom. “No excuse now Holly,” Alan declared. “It’s just one dance with someone you’ve town for many years. We’re practically family.” Holly shook her head, “We’re not practically family Alan. Just because Blake’s been married to both your sons does not make us practically anything.” “One dance.” She laid her purse and jacket on an empty table, “One dance,” she told him. “And then I’m going home.” “I won’t stop you,” Alan assured as he took her into his waiting arms. Holly allowed herself to drop her guard for a moment and for the first time in many, many months she felt like nothing could bother her in that moment. It felt peaceful and calm, which scared her because she was in the arms of Alan Spaulding! <HR> Shayne turned his car off and sat in the parking garage of the Beacon. His mind raced with thoughts of the last year, Tony’s death, Marah’s anger towards Reva, meeting Derek, coming out to his friends, then it was Alan-Michael and now this with his father. “Son-of-a-bitch!” He hit the steering wheel in anger. He knew that sooner rather than later he would have to own up to what he had done, stolen the information from Lewis Construction and gave it to Alan-Michael Spaulding. Shayne’s life was spinning out of control and he knew that the only person that could help him would be Tammy. He just hoped he wasn’t too late. Shayne jumped out of his car and slammed the door. In the distance he heard another car door slam a few seconds after his, he thought nothing of it. He was halfway through the parking garage, he could see the door leading to the elevators and he heard someone call out his name. “Shayne,” it was the voice of a familiar man. He spun around and questioned “Austin…” No one answered him back and Shayne concluded it was just his paranoia, but it was nothing of the kind. As he made his way closer to the doors the word, “fag” echoed through the empty parking garage and Shayne was dealt a fatal blow to the head. The bat fell to the cement first, seconds later so did Shayne. A male assailant picked up the bat and fled to his car as Shayne lay bleeding from his wounded head…left for dead! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Frank & Eleni talk about a future... - Tammy leaves Springfield - An unlikely duo get drunk...together! <HR>
  7. Misguiding Light Episode 1 Monday January 21, 2008 Written By: Dan Gobble “Look out!” Tony Santos yells as he grabs a suspicious backpack from the floor of the WSPR studio. He lobs the pack down the stairwell where it suddenly explodes. Chaos ensues as the studio filled with the screams of the crew and studio audience. “Get the bomb squad in here!” Gus yells into the radio. “Levy, go down in that stairwell to see if anyone was hurt in the blast!” Josh rushes to Reva’s side to see if she’s okay. “Reva, I think we should forget this idea. The stalker obviously knows what we are up to. It just isn’t safe.” “What are you saying Joshua? That we should lock ourselves into the house and wait for the stalker to come after us? I’m tired of this. I ‘m tired of living with an armed guard at my door. This is going to end. Today.” ---------------------- And Now "Misguiding Light!" ---------------------- Frank walks out of the production booth and finds Gus and Harley. The bomb squad believe the explosion was from a pipe bomb, he says. Probably homemade. “Levy went down the stairwell, but there were no injuries,” Gus replies. “We’ve got officers going through the building. If this stalker is still here, he or she couldn’t have gotten too far ahead.” “Frank, what did the bomb squad say?” Josh asks as he and Reva approach them. “It was from a homemade pipebomb,” Harley replies. “Listen Reva, I think we should stop the show. For all we know, the stalker could still be here in the building.” “Frank, I know you mean well, but I’ve made up my mind. The show must go on. But if you want to get rid of the audience, then fine. I’m staying here.” “Fine. But if things get hairy again, we’re pulling the plug, okay?” Frank happens to glance at the audience and notices Holly sitting next to Ed, Blake and Ross. “I thought you said Holly declined the invitation?” Frank asks. “She did, but she told me that she came to clear her name.” “I see,” Frank answers and walks over to Holly. “Hey Holly, could I talk to you for a moment?” Frank asks her why she came to the station when she told Reva she wasn’t coming. “I came because I’m not going to stand by while everyone flings accusations at me. I would like to clear my name.” “Well, when you came to clear your name, did you happen to bring any backpacks?” “What are you trying to say Frank? Do you honestly believe that I would destroy my own studio?” “I’m not saying anything. Given your history of alcoholism, not to mention abducting my daughter, brothers, and your grandchildren. I’m sure you must have been pretty angry when your board of directors asked you to step down, weren’t you?” “Holly—don’t answer that,” Ed interrupts. “Ed. It’s okay,” Holly says. “Yes, I was angry, but I wouldn’t harm my studio, especially with me in it.” “Maybe. But just in case, I think I’d like you to come down to the station after the show, if you will?” Frank walks away and tells Harley and Gus that he’s leaving to find Edmund before the show. “Keep an eye on Holly, Harley,” he says. “Make sure she doesn’t leave the building.” Harley nods. Reva returns and tells her that everything is ready for the show. Gus and Harley strap a wire on Reva. “If we find out anything, you’ll be the first to know. Once we get a call, it will take about a minute for us to trace the call. So keep everyone talking as long as you can.” “Reva, you’re on in ten,” the director says. She makes her way to the stage as the theme music begins. “Hello everyone and welcome to a special edition of the Reva Show.” ------------------- Holly gets up from her seat and sneaks off down the hall. Ed spots her and follows her out to the hallway. “What are you doing Holly?” “I—I had to get out of there. Didn’t you hear Frank? Now they think I would be insane enough to bomb the studio, my studio!” “Obviously, they’re wrong,” Ed smiles. “It makes no sense. Why would you want to go after Reva for?” “The walls seem to be closing in on me and I can’t get out. I need to get away.” “Holly, you know that running away will only feed into their suspicions.” Holly nods. “It’s hard, I know, when friends don’t trust you. But remember, you don’t have to go through it alone.” Ed says as he kisses Holly’s cheek. “Come on, let’s go back in.” ------------------------ Phillip and Olivia return to from Cedars and find Alexandra glued to the television. Phillip asks what she is watching. Alexandra replies, “Reva’s show. Apparently, she has a stalker and is trying to fish him or her out on her show.” “There goes Reva and Josh in yet another drama,” Olivia says as she rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they are faking it just to be the center of attention again. It is almost sweeps isn’t it?” “I certainly wouldn’t put it past her,” Alex adds. “ I don’t think her life is complete without a little melodrama.” The commercial break ends and Reva appears on the screen. Olivia notices that Josh is sitting next to her and releases a small sigh, which Phillip hears. “Do you have any… regrets?” Phillip asks. “Regrets about what? About Josh and me?” Olivia pauses. “No. Frankly, I’m glad to be out of that mess…because despite how far apart emotionally Reva and Josh claim to be, anyone who gets in the way of their connection is already a third wheel. You can’t build a relationship when you are always playing second fiddle to someone else. I guess I learned that the hard way, didn’t I?” Olivia stares at the television. “Those two deserve each other.” She caresses her stomach and excuses herself to bed. --------------------------- Harley and Gus remain in the production booth watching the show. “The show’s almost over and the stalker still hasn’t called in yet,” Harley remarks. “The only calls have been supportive of Reva.” Suddenly, Harley’s cell phone rings. “Oh God,” she replies. “Thanks Frank.” Gus asks her what happened and Harley answers that Frank lost track of Edmund. The two cops glance at the monitors and see Reva on the set. “Thank you so much Sara. I’m glad you called. Thank you everyone for joining me. I’m sorry that we weren’t able to make contact—Oh, I’ve been told we have one final caller on the line. Who is this?” “Wouldn’t you like to know Reva?” a distorted voice cracks. “I see my little present hasn’t stopped the show. You thought you got rid of me, didn’t you? But I’ll always be around,” the voice hisses as the show fades to black.
  8. The Guiding Light: Episode 085Friday, November 16, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> And Now..."The Guiding Light" <HR> “What are you thinking about honey?” Holly placed her hands on Blake’s shoulders and smiled at her. Blake put her hand on top of Holly’s and spoke, “I’m so glad that you’re here with me. I know how lucky I am to have yet another chance with Ross. I just…” “What?” Blake turned to face her mother, “I worry that I’ll screw it up. You know me and how I’m wired.” “You’re doing exactly what I knew you would do,” Holly warned. “You’re worrying about Spaulding Enterprises and not focusing on what matters most today of all days Blake.” “How can I not worry about that? Daddy left me his stocks for a reason and I’ve done nothing about it. I sat around doing nothing…” “Don’t you dare Blake say something like that. You’ve hardly sat around doing nothing the last few months. You’ve raised your children, repaired a shattered marriage and well, let’s face it, you’ve kept me on the verge sanity.” Blake kissed Holly’s cheek and thanked her for the kind words. “Speaking of which, do you think you’re going to be okay today?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” “With Ed and his role in the wedding today.” Silence fell upon the room. “You haven’t seen him since that morning at Cedars. All that I’m saying is it is going to be difficult I think. Nothing more, nothing less.” “I have no intention of ruining your wedding day, if that’s what you’re asking Blake,” Holly assured her. “You know good and well that is not what I was asking,” Blake paused. “I just know how I would feel if I saw Ross in a romantic setting like you’re going to see Ed in and well…if you say you’re going to be fine then you’ll be fine.” Holly kissed Blake’s cheeks, “Thank you. Now let’s good you ready…” as she spoke the words there came a knock on the door. “Blake!” Cassie called out, “Can we come in?” “Just a second ladies,” Blake answered. “Not a word about the Spaulding shares Daddy left me. Okay?” Holly shook her head yes and opened the door for a waiting Cassie and Harley! <HR> “Can I come in?” Ed peaked his head around the door of Ross’ suite at The Beacon? “Get in here,” Ross held out his hand for Ed to shake but the men ended up in a tight hug. “This is really happening isn’t it? Blake and I…married…again. You know what my friend, this is going to be the last time that I make this trip with Blake, that’s for sure.” “You know it seems like I’ve heard that somewhere before, but where?” Ed mocked his friend, “But I am happy for you Ross, very happy.” “Thank you, that means a lot to me.” Ross noted, “Do you know how glad I am that you’re here to stand up for me today.” “I’m glad to do it,” Ed finished clipping his tie. “I just wish Holly and I were on at least speaking terms, if nothing else.” “These women,” Ross sighed. “You know the crazy road that Blake and I have traveled down to get here. If you just give it time then maybe that same road will lead you back to Holly.” “Maybe. But I just don’t know how long I should wait.” Ed sighed heavily, “On one hand I know that she needs time to mourn Roger and she’s right none of us understand the love they shared.” “And on the other hand? What does it tell you?” “That we don’t have time to waste. I know from personal experience and tragedy that you have to live in the moment. That you should never put off tomorrow what can be done today.” Ed glanced down at his watch, “Look at me, going on and on about my problems when it’s you that we should be focusing on.” Ross shook his head, “It’s what we do old friend. I want you to be just as happy as I am right now.” Ed nodded his head in agreement, “I know you do. It’s just that sometimes I wonder…” he stopped mid-sentence, “but not today. Come on Mr. Marler, let’s get you married.” <HR> Beth sipped on a glass of champagne from the back of the ballroom, smiling and waving as onlookers passed by on their way to their seats. Lillian finally returned from the ladies room. “I don’t know why I allowed you to drag me to this event.” “Well why on Earth wouldn’t you come Beth? You’ve known Ross for years.” “Not to mention that I was married to his nephew for a majority of those years or the fact Blake and I never saw eye-to-eye on anything. The woman was a thorn in my side for years, always plotting and scheming and trying to win Phillip back.” “All of that is water under the bridge. Besides, your children are here and I wanted you to come.” Lillian reminded as Phillip entered, alone. “At least he had the good sense and taste to leave Olivia on the street corner from which she came.” Beth noted and finished off her second glass of champagne. “Excuse me Momma.” “Where are you going?” Lillian questioned. “To speak with Phillip,” she answered. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to cause a scene, you have me confused with the other women Phillip has bedded.” Lillian rolled her eyes as she walked Beth walk across the ballroom. “Phillip.” She spoke. “Beth. It’s wonderful to see you here. How are you?” “Fine, thank you. I came with Momma.” “Good, good.” Phillip shook his head. “I was going to stop by Lillian’s after the wedding to pick up James, but I can…” “Take him from here, that’s fine. I actually thought you might say that so I packed him a suitcase,” she paused awkwardly. “I got an email from the bursar at Springfield University this morning. Lizzie’s tuition is due at the end of next week.” “Of course, yeah.” Phillip agreed. “I just thought when I saw you coming over here…” “What? That I was going to throw myself at you or even apologize? You’re crazy.” Beth laughed, “Are we still on schedule for our meeting the first of next week?” “Yes, I’ll have my secretary…” Phillip stopped as Alan spun him around. “Where the hell is she Phillip?” Alan shouted at the top of his lungs, “Where is Olivia?” “Alan!” Beth said sharply, “What are you doing?” She leaned in to whisper, “You won’t ever catch Blake and I having drinks or weekly shopping sprees but this is her wedding. Do not cause a scene.” “What’s going on with those three?” Alexandra questioned as she made her entrance with her son on her arm. “Oh Lord…” she broke hold of Gus’ grip… “Um, where do you think you’re going?” He asked. “It’s a wedding darling. A wedding for Roger Thorpe’s daughter no less…” she pointed across the room at her brother, “he’s already causing a scene. I’m going to get a drink.” Gus caught her arm and shook his head. “Why are you doing that? No?” Alexandra questioned. “Do you not remember the last time you got loaded at a very public event?” “Awe I do…” a smile wiped across Alex’s face, “Roger’s funeral. That was a glorious day wasn’t it?” “You also told the entire town I was your bastard love child. Not that glorious, no.” Gus held her arm a little tighter, “You’re going to go over there and stop the fighting between those two and then we’re going to sit down and enjoy the wedding.” “Oh, all right.” Alex sighed as she took off across the ballroom. “And if I catch you with a drink in your hand or anywhere near that bar today, I will sling you over my shoulder and cart you out of here.” “That’s rich coming from you Beth,” Alan shot back. “Considering the scene you caused at the mansion awhile back.” “And I just realized why I no longer have any desire to be apart of this family. Go ahead then, tear one another apart.” She threw her hands up in the air and headed for her seat. “Where’s Olivia?” Alan asked again. “I don’t know, she’s not my wife.” “Right, just your little your whore,” Alan laughed. “Forgive me I forgot.” “Beth’s right, don’t start with me here about this Alan.” “Whatever, you just make sure Olivia knows that I’m ready to gamble and win! I’ve filed for divorce and when I’m done with that vindictive bitch she’s not going to have a dime to call her own.” “Come on Alan,” Alexandra arrived. “We need to find our seat. Phillip the two of us will talk later.” “What’s going on with those two?” Billy asked. “Olivia,” Josh answered. “Was Wanda able to get a copy of the DVD?” Billy shook his head, “Should be waiting for you at the house when you get home. Are you sure that you want to watch that tape? It could show you something that you don’t want to see.” “That’s what I’m afraid of Billy and if does…” “I got a sneaky feeling that you boys aren’t talking about flowers and wedding music,” she laughed. “Come on you two, Cassie just came down and said that Blake’s ready for this thing to get underway.” “I’ll catch up with you later Billy,” Josh told him as Reva led him over to their seats. “What was all that about?” “Work stuff,” Josh kissed his wife, “Nothing for you to worry about.” <HR> Blake stood at the back of the ballroom and listened as the wedding march began to play. Ed appeared by her side and extended his arm for her. “Thank you for doing this,” she smiled. “And thank you for asking me,” Ed replied. “There’s no other place I would rather be.” The music softened and Father Ray appeared. “It’s quite a crowd the two of you have assembled here this evening.” The couple looked behind them and smiled, “We are very loved.” Blake said. Father Ray smiled at them, “This is a happy time for the both of you. We have all gathered tonight here in the presence of this company and God, to celebrate the love that Ross and Blake have for one another. Marriage is scared union, one that should not be entered into lightly or unadvisedly. Should there be anyone here who could show just cause why these two should not be joined may they speak now or forever hold their peace.” “I love you.” Blake whispered to Ross as he smiled. “As we enter into this ceremony it is important to remember that love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful, it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way, it is not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.” Ray spoke, “the verse comes from 1 Corinthians.” “Ross, do you take this woman, Blake, to be your wedded wife, to share with her your life openly, to stand with her, in sickness and in health, in joy and sorrow, in hardship and in ease, to cherish and to love, to forsake all others and keep only unto her, so as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” “And you Blake, do you take this man, Ross, to be your wedded husband, to share with him your life openly, to stand with him, in sickness and in health, in joy and sorrow, in hardship and in ease, to cherish and to love, to forsake all others and keep only unto her, so as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Blake smiled. “A thousand times over I do.” <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> “Ross and Blake have also written their own vows of commitment to one another. Ross…” “If I had any doubts or reservations about this marriage prior to this moment, they vanished when you came through that door. You have never looked so beautiful or so radiant than you do right now. You and I lost faith in one another awhile back. I made mistakes, you made mistakes but now we’ve been given a second chance. I know that it takes a great deal of faith and trust to make a marriage work. Sadly we’ve failed in the past. I can’t promise you that there won’t be rough roads ahead, but I can promise you that I’ll have faith that we’ll overcome them together and we’ll be stronger than before. You and I know the reasons why nothing should ever go right between us and that we might look like fools standing here again, but I figure if Josh and Reva can do it again, so can we.” Laughter filled the ballroom. “We’re here because we believe in one another, in our love and we believe in the deep connection that we share. I know that whatever life may throw at me, whatever rough road I maybe forced to travel down, that I’ll be able to overcome it and learn from it, as long as you are by my side. I doubted your faith in me once before, never again will I do that. My dear, sweet girl, I love you more than words will ever be able to express. I will never take you for granted and I will thank God every night that he has given me this opportunity once again to call you my wife and the mother of my children. Our family is the greatest gift you could have ever given to me. I am honored to take you as my wife. “Blake…” Father Ray spoke. “You still know how to take a girl’s breath away don’t you? I love the fact that you mentioned our children, because Harley and Cassie kept asking me upstairs if it felt different marrying you this time. I told them yes and then I told them no. Yes, because we’re a little older and have been blessed with those beautiful, beautiful children. And then I say no, because, you’re more handsome today than you were yesterday, let alone thirteen years ago. And you’re right, we’ve been in this place just about as much as Josh and Reva have, and yet, thankfully, here we are making those same promises, the same commitments like before. We’ve learned so much about life, love, family and one another. We know how hard it is, how much work it takes to make this work. I know it won’t be easy to honor these vows we’re taking, it will take dedication and trust in one another, but we can make it work. And let’s face it, it takes a great and patient man to love me. I should know, half of my ex-husbands are in this very room. I trust you with my heart, my life and most importantly with the lives of our children. I commit to work everyday to do what needs to be done to love you day in and day out for the rest of my life. I commit to you here and now. I take you as my husband.” She paused and took his hand, “And just as that lighthouse on the edge of town guides ships into the harbor, you, Ross Marler, are my guiding light. I am honored for you to take me as your wife.” The couple exchanged wedding bands as Ed’s eye caught Holly’s and they smiled at one another. “By the authority given to me by the state of Illinois and the Catholic Church, I now pronounce you man and wife. Therefore what God hath joined together, may no man ever separate.” Father Ray smiled on the couple, “You may now kiss your bride.” Ross leaned forward and taking pleasure in kissing his wife again, as other Springfield couples thought back to their own weddings and relationships: Josh and Reva to their own wedding at The Beacon…Phillip thought of Olivia and realized in that moment how much he did truly love her…Marah’s mind drifted to Danny as she kept her eyes trained toward Michelle and Bill…Cassie’s heart ached for a moment, missing Richard… “I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Ross Marler.” Ray’s announcement brought everyone back to reality and the ballroom erupted in clapping! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Holly's shares a dance with the last person she ever thought! - Josh confronts Shayne. - Ed reads Roger's letter. - A devestating blow is dealt to someone in Springfield! <HR>
  9. Matt


    <object width="352" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="352" height="240"></embed></object> Pilot Morning Alongside State Highway 32 “Damn,” Joy Donovan muttered angrily as she leaned under the hood of her rental car, a waft of smoke drifting up towards her face. She reached down into the engine and began to wiggle a few fires. Although she had no idea exactly what she was doing – or exactly why she should be doing it – it always seemed like something they did in the movies. After all, simple auto repairs weren’t something they’d taught in the poshest European boarding schools. After another stream of smoke billowed out of the engine, streaking her carefully made-up face, she realized that any attempt on her part to get the clunker moving would be futile. Damn that rental service for this hunk of junk and for suggesting that a scenic drive into town would be relaxing after her long flight. Joy slammed the car hood down and reached into her purse for her cell phone. She was definitely going to give her editor hell for this fiasco. “Oh, come on!” she screamed at the phone and its telltale absence of bars. “You can’t tell me that there’s no service out here!” With an exasperated sigh, she stuffed the phone back into her purse and slumped back against the car. What in the world was she going to do now? Just then, off in the distance, Joy heard the faint rumblings of an engine. Someone was coming! She lowered her Dolce sunglasses and looked down the nearly deserted highway in time to see a motorcycle speeding in her direction. “Hey! Stop!” She ran into the middle of the road, waving her arms wildly in an attempt to flag down the rider. To her relief, the bike began to slow down as it approached her, eventually coming to a stop behind her broken-down car. She watched in nervous anticipation as the rider climbed off his bike and took off his helmet. Thankfully, he didn’t look like some reject from the Hell’s Angles – he was 30ish, dark hair, dashing good looks – quite the hottie, she thought. “Having a bit of trouble, I see,” he smiled, walking over to her. “You could say that.” “Any idea what’s wrong?” He moved to the front of the car and lifted the hood, allowing another stream of smoke to escape. “Do I look like a mechanic?” Joy folded her arms tightly across her chest and glared at him in response to what she’d perceived as a stupid question. The man could only look back at her and grin smugly. “Well, I could give you a ride into town.” He paused, carefully examining her stylish clothes, clearly from the top designers. “That is if you’re not too scared to ride on the back of my bike.” “Not much scares me,” she stated matter-of-factly, drawing a chuckle out of her Good Samaritan. “I’m Chaz, by the way.” He wiped his dirty hand on his jeans before extending it to her. “I suppose we should at least be on a first name basis if you’re going to be riding down the highway with your arms wrapped around me.” “I’m Joy,” she nodded with a smile, receiving his hand with her own. “Where are you headed, Joy?” Chaz walked back towards his bike to retrieve a spare helmet for her. “Rosehill,” she replied, following him. “I’m going there on business.” “Isn’t that funny,” he laughed as he climbed back onto his bike. “That’s exactly where I’m headed, too.” Rosehill Beaver Ridge Complex The loud banging of hammers echoed throughout the room and the smell of saw dust filled the air as construction workers went about their daily routine. Over in a corner in a makeshift office that consisted of little more than two sheets of plywood stretched over four aluminum saw horses, Andy Marriott sat in front of his laptop computer, various technical diagrams, plans, and notations strewn about by his side. He leaned back into his chair and began to massage his temples in a valiant attempt to prevent the throbbing headache that he’d noticed was already beginning to build – even before his second pot of coffee. “Andy, what’s going on?” John Prentiss asked as he hurried through the front doors of what was supposed to be the lobby, past the workers, and towards his business partner. “What’s so important that you called me and drug me down here? Don’t you know what’s going on with my family right now?” “Look, John, I’m sorry. I know you’ve got other stuff to deal with right now, but this really couldn’t wait.” Andy rose from his chair and took a deep breath before handing a ledger to John to look at. “Where’s Suzanne?” “She’s in the car with Tess – waiting on me.” John examined the ledger closely, running his finger down the page, checking every line. He turned to paperclipped page to see a billing statement from their architect and another from their contractor. “But…these can’t be right.” His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. “I went over those numbers myself. I talked with Paulson personally! We had an agreement!” “Apparently, he’s forgotten all about it.” Andy anxiously began pacing around the room. “John, this isn’t good. If we don’t make the changes he’s requiring – if we can’t afford to make the changes and pay him his fee – he’s pulling out of the project. That’s the phone call I woke up to this morning.” “He can’t do that! If he pulls out, how the hell are we going to find another designer and contractor this far into the project? How are we going to stay on budget?” John paused and ran his hands down his face, the full impact of the news starting to sink in. “Andy, if Paulson pulls out, we’re done. Do you understand that? We’ll lose everything!” After a long silence, Andy carefully began to broach a topic that had long been on his mind, but hadn’t felt it had been his place to ask. “Does your wife know exactly how much money you’ve put into this?” “No.” John’s voice echoed inside his own head, his brain running a mile a minute. “All I told her was that I was dipping into my trust fund to partner up with you on this project. Suzanne doesn’t have a clue that I funneled the entire trust – including what we set aside for the baby – into Beaver Ridge. If this thing goes under, I’m going to lose a lot more than every single dime I have to my name. She’s going to….” “John?” His wife, Suzanne Prentiss, called from the doorway, their infant daughter Tess cradled in her arms. “Don’t you know what time it is? Can’t this wait until tomorrow?” “Y-yes, dear, of course.” John’s eyes darted from her to Andy and back again. “We need to go meet your family.” He turned back to Andy and shot his a stern look, silently warning him to both not say a word to Suzanne and to fix the mess that had been created. As John & Suzanne hurried out of the lobby, Andy reached for the coffee pot to pour the last remaining bit of the first pot into a cup. However, looking at the now burnt coffee with disgust, he realized that he was in dire need of a much stronger start to the day and reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a flask, and proceeded to fill his mug with whiskey instead. The Sterling Home Vanessa Sterling stood silently by her living room window and gazed out at the morning. Outside, children were playing; neighbors were walking their dogs – people simply going about their daily lives. She paused and leaned down to sniff one of the flowers in the bouquet that always kept sitting by the window. Today they were filled with red roses. They’d always been her favorite. Vanessa had to laugh since she, herself, had always much preferred yellow. She let out a weary sigh. It had only been a few years since she’d lost her beloved Bruce after over 40 years of marriage – well, combined years, but she didn’t like to dwell on past mistakes – and now this. “Aunt Van,” Betsy Harper spoke up as she entered the room from the kitchen, two cups in her hand, “I made coffee. I thought we all could use it this morning.” “Thank you, dear,” Van smiled, taking the cup into her hands, before seeming to realize someone was missing. “Ben? Where’s Ben?” “He went to the airport to pick up the girls,” Betsy explained. “Their flight from Switzerland should be landing any minute. And I talked to Lynn this morning; she’s going to meet us before the service. She wanted to stop by and see Alex at the hospital.” “Of course,” Van muttered with a nod. “Stacy and A.J. are already at the chapel. They went early to make sure everything was taken care of. None of us wants you to worry about a thing.” But Van was worried. She walked back over to the window and set her cup down onto the table before smelling the roses again. She took in a long, deep breath and then exhaled slowly as Betsy came up behind her and took her into her arms. Since childhood, they’d been polar opposites, each approaching life from opposite ends of the spectrum. Oh, sure, they’d had their battles through the years – some even quite nasty – but, in the end, they’d always been there for one another. And now…. Van’s sister, Meg Hart Marriott, had been murdered and today was the day of her funeral. The only source of strength that she’d been able to find during the last few days had been from her family and friends. She nodded slowly with that acknowledgement. Thank God for them, because if it weren’t for them, Vanessa surely didn’t know if she’d be able to survive this. <object width="352" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="352" height="240"></embed></object>
  10. Matt

    Episode #20

    Episode #20 Friday, 5/18/07 Same Day, Afternoon Tom’s Apartment Dr. Tom Crawford sat in silence, alone in the darkened room with only his thoughts. He’d pulled the shades tight and hadn’t even ventured to step outside. Reporters seemed to be everywhere and his phone had rung off the hook so much that he’d pulled the cord out of the wall in frustration. He sat on the sofa and sipped on a gin and tonic – he’s second of the day and it wasn’t much past noon. It was all starting to get to him. He’d been arrested and charged for the murder of Meg Marriott – a murder he hadn’t committed – and he was nearing his wit’s end. A loud knock at the door pulled him from his troubled thoughts. “Tom? Tom, it’s Betsy!” his sister’s voice came from the hallway. “Tom, open up!” He went to the door, pulled it open and nearly fell into Betsy’s arms. <object width="352" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="352" height="240"></embed></object> Rita’s Diner “Double latté, just like you ordered it,” Tracy Dixon said as she set the drink down onto the table right before Megan Harper snatched it away from her silently motioning for her to leave. Less than amused by the attitude of her latest regular, Tracy scrunched up her nose and shot her an icy glare before turning and storming away. “So, you’ve snagged yourself a date with Alex, huh?” Megan said into her cell phone, held snuggly between her ear and shoulder. “How like you to go for a doctor.” She paused and took a sip of her latté. Sure, she couldn’t exactly afford it considering her current financial status, but she couldn’t resist them. “And where’s he taking you and this glorious date? Unhuh. Bella Rose? Well, hell! I can’t even get a man in this town to buy me coffee let alone dinner in the closest thing this town has to a swank restaurant.” Although she continued to listen intently to her twin sister Vanessa Harper on the phone, her eyes were drawn towards the front doors of the diner as A.J. Sterling walked in. She was also quick to notice that annoying little waitress making a quick beeline for him – nearly knocking over a customer in the process. What was that all about? “Well, there’s probably something wrong with him,” she continued with her conversation even though her eyes were firmly locked on Tracy and A.J. Megan only wished she could hear what they were talking about instead of listening to Vanessa prattle on about her date with the handsome Dr. Marriott. “Oh, don’t start with me Nessie.” She smirked, knowing full well that Vanessa hated the nickname Megan had fought so hard to stick her with when they were 12. “You have a wonderful time on your little date. I suppose I’m just supposed to sit home and knit or something.” Megan clicked her cell phone closed. She’d had about as much of Vanessa’s fawning over Alex as she could stand for one afternoon. Besides, she was much more interested in someone else’s fawning – Tracy over A.J. Unable to resist the urge any longer, she rose from her booth and went over to them. “A.J.! What a surprise!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. “I was just sitting over there having a latté. Would you like to join me?” “Um, sure, Megan,” he smiled before turning back to Tracy. “It was good seeing you again. You can just bring my coffee over there.” As Megan latched on tightly to A.J.’s arm, Tracy’s eyes followed them with what might be described by some as a death stare. Tracy didn’t care for the uppity Megan Harper one bit. “How have you been?” A.J. asking as he slid into the booth opposite Megan. “I’ve been better,” she sighed. “I’m not adapting to this town very well. I was just on the phone with Vanessa and…” Megan paused as her eyes began to sparkle with the beginnings of an idea. “And she and Alex are going out to dinner. They’ve invited me to come along, too.” A flat out lie. “But I don’t know if I should. I’d hate to be a third wheel.” “Alex and Vanessa?” A.J. leaned forward, intrigued. “Don’t tell me there’s a little romance brewing there?” “I don’t know, actually. I think they’re just friends. Anyway, if there is something more going on, I’d hate to feel like I were intruding. I know Vanessa only invited me to give me something to do, but…” She made the requisite pause. “I have an idea!” “About?” “Well, like I said, I’d hate to be a third wheel, but…” She smiled coquettishly and leaned forward onto her hands. “I wouldn’t be if I had a date, too.” “And you want me to be your date.” He nodded slowly, realizing exactly what Megan was proposing. “Please? You did offer to show me around Rosehill, and this would be a good place to start. I just don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb.” Megan reached out and grabbed his hand tightly. “Please?” “Okay,” A.J. sighed with a smile. “Just let me know when and where.” Megan leaned over the table and threw her arms around him, making sure to look past him and towards Tracy who was standing, seething, over in the corner. Feeling impish, Megan couldn’t resist the urge to smirk at Tracy and stick her tongue out at her. Tom’s Apartment “Here, drink this,” Betsy Harper said as she handed her brother Tom Crawford a mug of steaming coffee. “You’ll feel much better.” “I’d feel better if you’d give me back my gin.” Tom took the mug into his hands and slowly took a sip. “You know what kind of strain these last few days have been.” “I can only imagine,” she sighed, rising from the couch and walking over to the window so she could peek out. “I can’t believe how many reporters there are out there. I literally had to elbow my way through just to get into the building.” “Bad news travels fast.” He took another sip of his coffee. “I can only imagine how everyone’s reacting to this – Cal, Van… Ben.” “Ben’s not taking it too well,” Betsy confessed, returning to her seat next to Tom. “We had a pretty big blow up the other day before I came by to see you.” “You didn’t tell me about that.” “I didn’t really want to talk about it.” She lowered her head and let out a weary sigh. “To be honest, I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up here. I know how Ben can be about his mother.” “Oh, he wanted to, that’s for sure.” Betsy hung her head, heavy full of thoughts of how difficult Meg’s death had been on Ben. “He wanted to storm over here and bash your head in, but I… I think I’ve managed to talk him down.” Tom looked over at his sister with confusion and concern. “I told him that coming over here in the state he was in wouldn’t do anyone – you or him – any good. It took some doing, but I finally got him to realize that it was in no one’s best interest for him to fly off the handle half-cocked without examining all the facts. I reminded him that he should know as well as anyone how the police can be wrong and how, many times, the facts as they appear, aren’t really the facts at all.” “Thank you.” Tom looked down at his hands that were still holding the coffee mug very tightly. “I really don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve a sister as great as you.” “I’ll remind you that you said that sometime.” She smiled warmly in hopes that a touch of levity would ease the tension of the situation. “And don’t worry about Cal or Van or the girls. Neither Van nor Cal believe for an instant that you could’ve possibly had anything to do with this. I talked to both of them this morning and they both told me that they’re behind you 100%. And both Suzanne and Vanessa are behind you, too. Megan… well, she seems more concerned with her own issues at the moment than anyone else’s, but I know she doesn’t believe a word of it, either.” Betsy paused for a moment and looked at her brother intently. “Tom, do you have any idea who would go to so much trouble to steal your gun, kill Meg, and frame you? It’s obvious that this is all a setup. Who could possibly hate both you and Meg so much to do this?” Tom sat in still silence. No, he couldn’t tell her about his suspicions, fears, or concerns. He’d done too much in the past to protect her and he wasn’t about to lay any of that on her now simply because he’d found himself in a very difficult situation. “I have no idea,” he finally muttered after several long and tense moments. “Not a clue.” Betsy watched him carefully, taking in every worried line in his face. She knew her big brother too well and was certain that he wasn’t telling her everything. He did have an idea, but why wouldn’t he tell her? What in the world could he be hiding from her? Rita’s Diner “Up for some company?” Chaz Aleata asked as he tapped on the top of Joy Donovan’s laptop before slipping into the booth on the other side of the table from her. “Where the hell have you been?” she questioned angrily, slamming down the screen. “You have more disappearing acts than Houdini! I went by your room last night and knocked on your door, but either you weren’t there or you refused to answer.” “You know I’ve been busy doing research on my mother. I’ve been retracing the steps of her life here in Rosehill. I’m constantly in and out.” He paused and peered across the table at her. “Besides, what are you doing here? I’d think that since the news of Dr. Crawford’s arrest broke, you’d be camped out on his doorstep trying to get an exclusive for your rag.” “Easier said than done,” she sighed. “There are so many reporters swarming around from the regional press that I can’t even get standing room. I swear, those people are like vultures circling a fresh kill.” Chaz cocked an eyebrow, quick to notice the irony in her observation. “What’s that look for?” she asked curiously. “Oh, nothing.” He paused to lean back in his seat. “So, if you haven’t been trying to get an exclusive from Dr. Crawford, what have you been doing?” “Finishing up my first article on Meg Marriott’s murder,” she explained as she pulled her laptop back open. “I’ve almost got it finished; and I’m trying to convince my editor that we really need to be covering the Galen Sterling/Hank Latimer connection. You know, famous American soap star/soon-to-be famous movie actress worries over cousin missing in action – I think it could really appeal to the patriotic celebrity gawkers.” Joy looked down at her computer screen as she continued to type. “Have you found out anything else about your mother?” “I went by the house where she used to live this morning,” he began. “The people who live there weren’t home, but I met their next door neighbor. It turns out she knew my mother very well and she knows my father and my older sister Cal. She’s actually related to Cal.” “Related to Cal Latimer?” Joy looked up over the top of her laptop. “Who is this woman?” “Vanessa Sterling.” He was a little reluctant to divulge that information because he was quite aware that Joy had tabs on nearly everyone in Rosehill thanks to Tracy. “That’s Galen Sterling’s grand – err, step-grandmother! And she’s Meg Marriott’s sister!” She pushed her laptop aside and leaned forward on the table, very interested in anything Chaz might tell her. “Which makes her Cal’s aunt,” he continued. “Anyway, it turns out my father asked her to look out for me while I’m in town.” He shook his head. “What does he think I am? Still a kid? I’m a grown man and he acts like I can’t take care of myself! She asked me to stay with her while I’m in town.” “You’re going to do it, aren’t you?” “I… don’t know.” He was hesitant. After all, Chaz was very independent and didn’t like living off anyone else. He even refused to live off the trust fund his father had set up for him. “But you have to! You have to move in with Mrs. Sterling!” “Why? So you can pump me for any information about her sister’s murder I might find out?” “Of course!” Joy threw up her hands, surprised that her reasoning wasn’t completely obvious. “We’re partners, after all.” “Partners?” He eyed her curiously. “When did we become partners?” “You’ve kinda been along with me on this story since I got into town,” she reminded. “I just assumed we’d become partners. Besides, I couldn’t have done all that I’ve done so far without you. Please?” She reached over and grabbed his hand tightly. “Pretty please? You don’t have to pump anyone for any information, just keep your ears open and report back to me anything important you might overhear.” “I don’t know…” Chaz let out a heavy sigh. “Shouldn’t you be trying to get some information on Dr. Crawford? The police have charged him with Mrs. Marriott’s murder, after all.” “I’m working on that angle. Trust me.” Joy went back to work on her laptop. “I’ll work on getting to the good doctor and you set up shop at chez Sterling and keep your ears open.” She paused to make a click with her mouse. “There! My first report is edited and sent.” She pushed her laptop closed and returned her focus to Chaz. “Please? Move in with Vanessa Sterling.” “I’ll… think about it.” Chaz leaned back in his seat and folded his arms tightly across his chest. He didn’t like the idea of spying on a kindly old woman just so that Joy could get an exclusive, but he also realized that Vanessa Sterling might be an invaluable source of information for him about his own mother. It was definitely a decision that required a lot of thought and consideration. “Could you hold on a sec?” Joy asked as she pulled out her cell phone. “I need to call my editor and tell her I sent my first article.” She paused and waited for the call to connect. “Yes, it’s Joy. I just finished my first installment on the Marriott story. It should be in your inbox shortly.” A pause. “Yeah, I’m working that angle, too, because there’s been an arrest. It’s all in there. And I may have a potential inside source.” She looked over at Chaz and flashed him a broad and knowing grin. “Gotcha. I’ll have my next piece ready and in your box in a few days.” She clicked her phone closed and shoved it back into her purse before returning her focus solely on Chaz. “I’m gonna do such a good job on this story that she’s gonna be forced to give me a promotion. Just you see!” Meanwhile, across the ocean at the British headquarters of the World Star, Joy’s editor and boss Mia Osborne leaned back in her chair in her office and slowly exhaled. Her job was done. <object width="352" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="352" height="240"></embed></object>
  11. The Guiding Light: Episode 083 Wednesday, August 22, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble <HR> And Now..."The Guiding Light" <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> Blake glanced the clock on the wall, “Quarter past nine. Is this a joke?” “Is what a joke Blake?” Holly appeared from the hallway, “What is the matter with you?” “The florist was supposed to bring samples be at nine o’clock and clearly she’s not here. You know I am beginning to think this wedding is doomed!” Holly takes the opportunity to calm Blake’s nerves with a cup of coffee and small talk at the dining room table. At 9:30, the florist arrives and shows the samples to them both. “Okay, well Blake certainly appreciates all of your help,” Holly showed her out the door as Blake finished a telephone call in the kitchen. “Who was that?” “The head mistress at the boy’s school in New Haven.” “Oh,” Holly questioned. “Is everything all right?” Blake shook her head, “Ross called yesterday to arrange for them to come home for the wedding and apparently that won’t be possible.” “What? Why?” “She feels that pulling the twins out of class so early in the semester could hinder their development…or some mumbo-jumbo…” Blake sighed, “I stopped listening to the old bat after she said no.” “I’m sorry, I know that you wanted the boys here but you know the head mistress is probably right.” “I know,” Blake sat down at the kitchen table. “I envisioned this picture perfect wedding with roses and my children, Ross looking dashingly handsome in his tuxedo and you setting there with a smile on your face and Ed walking me down the isle…and slowly but surely those dreams are fading away.” “Stop it!” Holly demanded, “You make it sound like you’re getting married in the back room of a bar with no one there to witness the event.” They laughed. “You and Ross are going to have the biggest, most lavishly beautiful wedding this town has ever seen, even if you’re boys aren’t there.” “I’m just so paranoid about everything,” Blake revealed. “I love Ross so much and we have to get it right this time, I just wish I didn’t have the wedding and the Spaulding…” she sighed, “I wish some times Daddy had never left me those damn shares.” “Well, he did and that’s something that you’re going to have to deal with. Something that you and Ross will have to deal with,” Holly said reaching for her purse. “Come on we have your final gown fitting and I won’t let you be late for that.” <HR> The heat beat down on Marina, Shayne and Lizzie as they made their way across the Springfield University campus. They had just spent the last two and half hours finalizing their fall schedules and talking with their advisors. “Marina I wish you would reconsider about living on campus,” Lizzie fanned herself with her hand. “We could live together in the suite above Shayne’s, walk to class together and have late night talks just like we did this summer.” “Even if I wanted to live on campus you already have your roommate assignments…” “I’m a Spaulding! Granddad would have to make like one phone call and we would be suite mates.” “Lizzie you know that I would love to live on campus and share a suite with you, but…well my parents just doesn’t have the money for that. Plus, the fact that I live less than ten minutes from campus doesn’t help so it’s just out of the question.” Marina explained as she glanced to Shayne and rolled her eyes. Shayne wrapped his arm around Lizzie, “Don’t worry Liz the three of us are going to be having late night cram sessions and weekend sleepovers, nothing is going to change.” “This is the first day of the rest our lives…is that what you’re about to say Shayne?” Marina laughed, “I’ll assume that it was…I have to go meet Kristen Jones at the bookstore, we have Biology together…” Shayne watched as Marina headed off in one direction and then Lizzie in the opposite direction. Shayne took out his cell phone and dialed Derek’s number with no answer. He leaves a message and then turns to head to the bookstore to find Marina. “Oh sorry!” Shayne apologized as he collided with someone. “Austin,” he said in an uncomfortable tone. “I didn’t see you there. This heat must have fried my brain.” “Apparently,” Austin replied. “How was your summer?” He questioned as he looked around the campus in an attempt to escape the awkward situation. “It’s was okay,” Shayne replied, “Did you have a good summer?” “Yeah,” Austin said. “Well anyway…I better get going.” “Oh yeah, sure,” Shayne replied as his mind flashed back to the after graduation party at the lighthouse. “I’ll see you around campus.” He watched him leave and then Lizzie quickly returned. Lizzie asked what Austin Hollingsworth had to say and Shayne report not much. The two of them head towards the bookstore to find Marina and check out Shayne’s suite. Hoping to avoid her lackluster prom date, Lizzie hangs back until Austin has left, once he has she approaches Shayne and questions what that was about. Shayne tells her he really doesn’t know, he thought that he and Austin were okay friends but ever since graduation things have been a different…Lizzie says that her dorm was closed and she’s hungry…she suggests a quick bite of food with Marina and then check out Shayne’s dorm! <HR> Hope watches from the Bauer kitchen as Derek takes the phone call on the patio. When Ed arrives they both note how he grew up far to fast, Ed says it seems like yesterday that Mike was bragging to him about another grandson. Hope says they do grow up far to quickly, she notes that it’s been years since Alan-Michael has seen Derek and that she can only hope that things go smoothly. “What does Derek’s father think of the two of you making Springfield home now?” Ed asked as Derek started playing catch with Robbie outside. “Trevor doesn’t have a say in my life any longer,” Hope answered. “And as for our son, Derek won’t let him have a say.” “I can’t imagine that makes for a positive relationship.” Hope shook her head, “No it doesn’t. But, Derek’s not to blame for that, Trevor is.” She turned her head and sighed heavily, “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said anything. You have enough on your mind with Rick, the baby and Holly…I’m gonna…” Ed’s hand touched her arm, “You’re family and I made a promise to my brother that I would look after you when he left. Hope, if something is bothering you please tell me what it is.” “There’s a reason why Derek and his father have issues,” Hope began. “Of course,” Ed replied. “What does that have to do with anything?” “Uncle Ed,” Hope spoke softly, “you promise not to say anything, especially to Alan-Michael or Daddy?” “I do. What’s wrong Hope?” She shook her head, “Nothing’s wrong…well not for me anyway. Two years ago, Derek was living with Trevor, right after Daddy had his heart attack.” “I remember.” “Well, Derek came out to his father shortly before his senior year of high school.” Hope paused, “Derek’s gay Uncle Ed and I have no problem with that, none what-so-ever. He’s my son and I love him no matter what.” “But I assume Trevor had a problem with it?” Hope shook her head yes. “Derek didn’t want to create any additional stress for me so he convinced Trevor to let him study abroad. He was worried I would rejection him just like his father did. When I found out he was in Springfield, I couldn’t not come. “ “I…I don’t know what to say Hope,” Ed admitted. “Say you’ll keep this to yourself, please. Just knowing that you know…that someone else knows is a relief.” Ed shook his head. “I have a daunting task ahead of me,” Hope realized. “I have to integrate my sons into one another’s lives and work to repair Derek’s relationship with his father.” “You have my full support, so does Derek. The both of you are family and nothing will ever change that,” Ed assured her. “But, I don’t want you to feel like it’s your job or duty to repair Trevor’s relationship with his son. He caused the trouble, let him fix it Hope.” <HR> Ben sat uncomfortably in a gray cloth chair gazing out a window at the Chicago skyline. He had been sitting in the same chair, in the same office for what seemed like hours when in reality it had only been 30 minutes. Ben heard the door open behind him and he said nothing as a man dressed in suit and tie took a seat behind the desk, blocking the skyline view. “I apologize for your wait,” he said. “It’s fine,” Ben answered solemnly. “Is that them.” He pointed at a file on the desk. “Is there anyone waiting for you in the waiting room? Would you like for them to come join us?” Ben shook his head, “No. I came alone.” “I see,” he opened the folder. “Ben, you should really tell someone what’s going on.” “I will, just as soon as I figure out what is going on.” The doctor adjusted his reading glasses, “Okay, upfront I will say your parents need to be told as soon as possible. We’re going to need a complete medical history…” the doctor, noticed a look on Ben’s face. “Will that be a problem Mr. Reade?” “It’s complicated. My mother died several years ago and I don’t have contact with my biological father. Another man adopted men when I was young,” Ben explained. “It’s time that you find out a lot more about him, Ben. And I wish that you hadn’t waited two and half months to come see me,” he laid his glasses on the desk. “Ben the lump you found is cancerous,” the doctor revealed. “You have stage one testicular cancer.” Ben sat in shock, he didn’t move and listened for a few moments as the doctor explained that this was a cancer in men between 15-40 and luckily for him was one of the most curable cancers. He concluded with advice to call both his biological and adoptive father to inform them as to what was going on. Outside the doctor’s office Ben shoved his hands into his pockets and fought back tears of fear! “Get a hold of yourself…” he told himself as he scrolled in his cell phone for a number. In Springfield, Holly and Blake where finishing up at the boutique, “Just a second,” she whispered to Blake, “Hello.” “Holly?” He questioned. “It’s Ben can we have dinner tomorrow night?” “Well sure,” Holly answered. “Ben is something the matter?” “No, there’s just something I need talk to you about,” he told her. :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Marah confronts Danny! - Cassie and Tammy prepare for the future! - Coming Soon: "IN the LIGHT: Ben's Story" <HR> REMEMBER TO VOTE FOR WHO YOU WANT TO STAY AND WHO YOU WANT TO GO IN THE "SOAPSTAR: STAY in the LIGHT" EDITION...HERE IS YOUR CHANCE TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF THE BLOG...THIS NOVEMBER ONE ACTOR/ACTRESS FROM "I WANNA BE A SOAPSTAR" WILL HAVE A ROLE IN THE BLOG! YOU DECIDE!! <HR>
  12. The Guiding Light: Episode 082 Wednesday, August 8, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble <HR> At the Carriage House, Ross sees all of the construction workers off for the day before Phillip and Olivia were to arrive. “Ross are you here,” he heard Phillip call from the backdoor. “Can we come in?” “Phillip…” Ross hugged his nephew, “Of course you can. Olivia, how are you?” “Well, that depends on you’re answer to this question. Do I need to leave Springfield?” Olivia asked as she held Hannah in her arms. <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> At the airport, Reva anxiously stands next a baggage carousel waiting for Marah. She glances down at her watch and notes to herself, “She should have been here by now.” Fifteen more minutes pass as Reva grows more and more anxious. Her mind keeps racing back to her conversation with Marah yesterday and she wonders if they were on the road to making amends. Just as she was about to glance at her watch for the tenth time in a minute she saw her daughter racing towards her. “Marah!” Reva exclaimed as she raced into her mother’s waiting arms, “Oh baby girl.” Reva held tightly to her daughter, it had been far too long since this had occurred, “Oh Marah.” After their joyous, long overdue reunion, the two Lewis women took a seat near the carousel and waited for the luggage to come up. “How was Paris?” Reva asked, “Had any luck getting the business off the ground?” Marah shook her head yes. “No thank to me I’m afraid though. Mindy’s done all the leg work and I think I was just a burden to here more than a help.” “I don’t she felt that way,” Reva told her. “I am so glad that you’re home though.” She touched her face, “I missed you so much and I’m so glad that you called me to come pick you today.” “You’re welcome,” Marah replied. “I’ve done a lot of thinking over the last two months, about Tony, Danny, us…Mindy made me realize that holding this grudge against you isn’t healthy and while I’m not completely at the point where I can forgive you I’m close,” she explained. “That’s all I can ask,” Reva told her. “I never wanted to hurt you and I never wanted anyone else to die because of what I did. That’s something that I live with everyday, but you’re my daughter, the only one I have and if you’re mad me…” she choked back some tears as the carousel started spinning, “I love you and I’m so glad you’re home.” As the two of them walked over to the baggage claim Marah mentioned his name finally, “How’s Danny? He hasn’t talked to me much since I left. I just hope that’s okay.” “They conducted the DNA samples yesterday.” Reva told her, “They find out today who the father of the baby is. Do you want to go to Cedars?” Marah shook her head, “Yeah, I do. I belong there with Danny.” <HR> “That depends on what you’re willing to do to stay married to Alan,” Ross explained. “I know that the pre-nup agreement says that both you and Alan have to be in agreement about the divorce, but yesterday was not a good day for us.” “How so?” Olivia asked. “Cass exposed your affair with Phillip and Alan is going to use that to his advantage when the two of you go to divorce court,” Ross explained. “Alan is to blame for a lot of this too,” Olivia reminded him. “He replaced my birth control with placebos and faked two heart attacks in an attempt to gain sympathy.” “We all know this Olivia,” Phillip told her. “What Ross is saying is that what Alan did is nothing against the pre-nup, but having the affair was.” “And now it’s public knowledge.” “I don’t want to lose my hotel Ross and at the end of the day I’m still entitled to compensation for being that monster’s wife.” “Honey…calm down,” Phillip told her again. “Ross what do you have in mind, there has to be something that you or us can do.” “Alan will undoubtedly file for divorce and then try to serve you with the papers,” Ross began. “If he does then we’ve pretty much lost.” “How?” “You’re telling the court that you feel like you’ve done nothing wrong and they could side with Alan and his pre-nup and grant the divorce,” Ross explained. “I’ve seen this happen before, so my suggestion from earlier still stands, you need to leave Springfield.” “Leave town?” Olivia sighed heavily and kissed the baby. “Just uproot my life, Hannah’s only two and half months old…” her voice trailed off, “Where would I go? Hhmm? And when I’m there what would be going on here?” “You’ll go to San Jemar,” Ross told her. “It’s going to be the first place Alan will look if you turn up missing. The important thing is for you not to leave your sister’s house. Plus, if someone tries to server you papers call the police have them arrested for trespassing.” “Do you think this is going to work Ross?” Phillip asked. “I don’t see how it couldn’t,” Ross replied. “While Olivia and the baby are gone we serve Alan for divorce, it’s done on our terms and it’s Olivia saying ‘Yes I made a mistake and I want to pay for said mistake.’ You’ll get your hotel and a substantial settlement,” he continued. “Sounds like a reasonable plan,” Phillip admitted. “Olivia what do you think?” “You think it will work?” Phillip shook his head yes. “Okay then I’ll leave later tonight.” She paused and thought for a moment, “Yeah, let’s go.” <HR> Reva and Marah softly open the door to Ed’s office where they were about to reveal the results of the DNA test. Danny, Ed, Michelle, Bill and now the two of them were present as the doctor explained the type of test that was done on both the men and the baby. Danny’s eyes meet with Marah’s as she smiles at him, but he doesn’t respond. The doctor reads the test results, “In the matter of the paternity of Baby Girl Bauer, with a one-percent margin of error, Bill Lewis you are the father.” Ed and Reva let out sighs of relief almost at the same time as Danny’s heart sank. He had invested so much in that little girl over the last two months…Bill was beyond happy and relieved! “And you’re sure?” Michelle questioned. “Without a doubt, positive?” “We are Ms. Bauer,” the doctor reassured her. Danny stood up, shook the doctor’s hand and then Bill’s. “Congratulations.” “Thank you,” Bill replied. “I hope that we can somehow manage to become good acquaintances or even friends now, because our children are going to be living together it would just…” “Of course,” Danny cut him off. “For the sake of our children we’ll have to find a common, neutral area.” “Good.” Bill replied as he watched Danny wish Michelle well and then leave. “Marah, go after him,” Reva told her daughter. “And say what?” “Say what your heart has been saying for the last nine weeks. Go,” Reva ordered her. Marah raced down the hallway and finally caught up with him at the elevator, “Danny wait.” “Did you finally decide to come home?” “I did. I missed you.” “Really? Because you have a funny way of showing how much you missed me,” Danny fired at her. “You know what I haven’t missed you.” “Danny…” “Go back to the house and pack the rest of your stuff, I want you gone today.” As the doors slowly began to close she heard him say, “We’re finished Marah.” <HR> Ross gives Olivia her flight plan, from Springfield to Port Charles, from there to a small town in Texas called River’s Edge and then on to San Jemar. “What’s in River’s Edge, Texas?” Olivia questioned. “I have an old business associate there, Andrew Bradshaw,” Phillip explained. “I got in contact with him today and he’s going to let us use his private jet. It’ll be okay.” “Do you trust this man?” “I trust him with two of the most important things in my life,” Phillip told. “Okay,” she fought back her tears, “in my suite at The Beacon is a large envelope for Cassie give it to here when she gets back from Washington D.C. okay.” “I will.” “Olivia you really need to go,” Ross urged her. Ross handed her the tickets she would need as Phillip shared an emotional good-bye with Hannah. She watched on as the man she loved also fought back tears. “Is this going to work?” Olivia asked as he took her face into his large, masculine hands. “It has to work. You are so different compared to the other women in my life that I have loved,” Phillip told her. “I want you to know that when this is all said and done, when you’re a divorced woman that I’m going to throw you the biggest, most lavish wedding this town has ever seen.” He promised. “Bigger than Reva’s weddings?” “Bigger than any of them,” Phillip promised her as their lips came together for one final kiss, as they broke away Olivia knew she had to go or she never would. “I love you Olivia!” He said softly as she got closer and closer to the gate. “I love you.” She mouthed and with that Olivia Spencer-Spaulding was gone! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - The teens prepare for college! - Plus: A storyline begins that rocks one Springfield citizen to the very core! "It's a storyline never done before! Do not miss this story." <HR> See Crystal Chappell (Olivia) on AS DAYS GO BY as Dr. Carly Manning
  13. The Guiding Light: Episode 081 Monday, August 6, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble <HR> Nine Weeks in the Future <HR> “Would you like to see a menu Mrs. Spaulding?” A waitress at Towers questioned, “Sir?” “That won’t be necessary Darlene, Mr. Winthrop and I won’t be staying long.” Beth answered. “Cass I know that you’re just doing your job but I really appreciate you coming all the way from Bay City today.” “No problem at all Beth,” Cass answered. “I know that we’ve talked a lot about this day over the course of the last eight or nine weeks, but just so I’m clear…” “Cass…I’m so sorry to interrupt you but you’ve asked me this same question at every meeting we had since I filed for divorce and my answer has always been the same.” “I’m aware of that Beth. But, the relationship you had with Phillip…” “Is over,” she assured him. “Olivia Spaulding suck her greedy sharp claws into Alan, she sought out to wreck my relationship with Lizzie, she published a very private diary that I wrote during one of the lowest points in my life, she had a child with Phillip and the worse part of this whole damn thing is that Phillip loves her.” “I can only imagine how you must feel Beth and I apologize for the hurt this has caused you.” “Thank you and I appreciate that, very much.” Beth paused, and then spoke sternly and directly. “Phillip is an incredibly wealthy man and I want half of everything I am entitled to as his wife, Spaulding stock, alimony. I want custody of my son, I want the art gallery he promised me and…” she stopped mid sentence. “You want the affair exposed in open court?” Cass asked. Beth took a moment to answer, “You bet your ass I do.” <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> “Would you go ahead and e-mail those figures to me,” Mindy Lewis questioned from the comfort of her apartment in Paris. “Okay then Daddy,” she shook her head, “have Wanda or Uncle Josh send them. You really need to…” she listened as Billy attempted to lecture her. “Just have Wanda do it. Okay?” Mindy listened as Billy called out to Wanda. “How’s he doing?” “It’s tough for him Melinda Sue,” Billy answered. “It helps hearing from you though.” “And the baby?” Mindy questioned, “I spoke with Michelle earlier in the week and she said that the baby might go home this week.” “That’s right. Just between you and me darlin’ I don’t see how that little girl could not be a Lewis, because she is one of helluva of a fighter.” Mindy laughed, “I miss you so much sometimes.” “You oughta come see your old man more often that would remedy that problem of yours.” Billy listened as Mindy explained how busy she was and that it was hard for her to get away. “Listen Marah just got off the phone with Danny. I’ll call you later Daddy. I love you too.” Marah had her hair pulled up in a tight ponytail and even though it was early afternoon in Paris she was wearing some pink PJs that Reva had sent over weeks earlier, “Was that Uncle Billy?” Mindy shook her head, “Yeah, he’s freaking out over an email that took Wanda a second and half to send over. Any luck getting Danny on the phone?” “Take a guess?” Marah sank down on the sofa next to her. That had become sort of a tradition lately, Marah called Danny…he didn’t answer…she came to Mindy and cried and asked the same question time and time again. “What in the hell was I thinking? Michelle has a baby…quite possibly Danny’s child and I flip out…” “Marah don’t put yourself through this torture again, you did what you did because you were scared. It’s completely understandable.” “No! No it’s not Mindy. The man I say I love needed me desperately and I refused to stand by him. How do you even begin to apologize for something like that?” Marah laid her head on Mindy’s shoulder and tears slowly streamed down her cheek. <HR> “All rise. This court is now in session the Honorable David Chandler is preceding.” A court bailiff called out as Beth cut her eyes toward Phillip. She loved him despite everything that he had put her through with Hannah and Olivia. He was apart of her, no matter what was about to happen. Across the courtroom, Phillip stood also reflecting on his past with Beth. His mind raced back to a Christmas nine years earlier and something that she had said to him, “Phillip don’t you remember all the dreams you had? I do, I remember them like they were yesterday.” Beth did know his dreams. She held a large part of his heart and his past. Nevertheless, he knew it was time to move on, it had to be because he was in love with another woman. Ross and Cass almost at the same time touched their client’s hand so they would set down. “Mdm. Court Clerk will you call the case number please?” Judge Chandler ordered. “Case number 8912-A, comes now the petitioner Beth Raines Spaulding seeking in this court a legal decree of divorce from the respondent Phillip Granville Spaulding.” “Is there representation for both parities?” Judge Chandler questioned. “Cass Wintrhop for Beth Raines Spaulding. Ross Marler for Phillip Spaudling.” Both lawyers addressed the court. “All right then let’s get this underway shall we? Mr. Winthrop as the petitioner please tell us why Mrs. Spaulding comes seeking a divorce from Mr. Spaulding.” “You’re honor,” Cass stood to address the court, “Mrs. Spaulding has filed this petition with court because of her husband’s infidelity with one Olivia Spencer-Spaulding.” Ross stood, “Your honor we do not object this fact, however we feel that the dissolution of marriage should be lack of communication.” “Your honor my client has evidence in the form of a DNA test that will prove to the court beyond a responsible doubt that during their marriage Mr. Spaulding was unfaithful, while not physically, but mentally to his wife…” “Objection your honor!” Ross called out. “My client was never unfaithful to his wife during their marriage…” He paused when Phillip touched his hand, “Your honor may have a moment to consult with my client?” “Let’s make it quick Mr. Marler.” “What are you doing?” Ross questioned, “Let me do my job.” “Cass is right, I was unfaithful to Beth. I lied about Olivia and the baby.” Phillip shook his head, “Believe it or not but I do love that woman. Just agree with what Cass says and whatever she wants she can have.” “Phillip, you’re acting in the moment and as your attorney and your uncle I have to advise you against doing anything hasty?” Ross lectured, “If you give in to her demands you’ll be giving up the chance for full custody of James. Phillip, is that what you want?” “Mr. Marler…” the Judge announced. “That’s fine if that is what you want to do Phillip, but you’re not thinking of Olivia.” “How do you mean?” “If we allow them to expose Olivia as an adulterous then her chances for that pre-nup holding up in court are going to be shot to hell,” Ross warned. “Is that what you want?” “I have to protect both of them, the woman I love and the woman I used to love and still care for. You’re a smart man Ross. I trust that you’ll fix this.” <HR> “I made a horrible mistake.” Marah finally admitted for the first time in eight weeks. “And you think you’re alone in that mistake?” Mindy replied. “Please tell me that you haven’t forgot what Danny said to Michelle before we left for New York City.” Marah closed her eyes and thought back to the morning after they all learned the devastating news. “You don’t need to pack a bag for yourself, it’s only immediate family.” Danny explained from the doorway of Marah’s suite at the Santos Mansion. “Michelle’s made it perfectly clear that she’s the primary caregiver for the baby until the DNA test is performed.” “And what Michelle wants she gets, isn’t that right Danny?” Marah asked as she zipped her luggage, “You know what don’t answer that. And this bag isn’t for the hospital, Mindy called and she needs me in Paris.” “You’re leaving?” Danny questioned. “A little girl that could be my child or your cousin is fighting for her life and you’re running away?” “What would you have me do? Stand by in the shadows and watch as you console Michelle, promise her that everything is going to be all right? Hardly, I love you far too much for that Danny.” She declared as Shayne honked the horn from the driveway, “That’s my brother, I have to go.” Marah sat up on the sofa and jolted herself back into the reality of the matter, “How do I fix this? How can I explain to a man who has been nothing but good and loyal to me…” “He’s not been loyal,” Mindy reminded her. “He kissed Michelle and where I come from, the same you do that’s not loyal.” “But he’s been good to me, nevertheless. He was good about not pressing charges against Roxanne and my mother.” “We’ve talked about that Marah, your mother didn’t have any control of Tony’s death, it was Roxie.” Marah took a deep breath and rubbed her face, “I know…I have to go home don’t I?” She lightly stroked her cousin's hair, “I’m afraid so and I’m afraid my reasons for wanting you to go home are selfish.” “For Bill you mean?” “If we’re going to get this company off the ground then I need to be in New York and Marah I can’t do that until I sell my apartment here and get the design house moved.” “Okay, okay. Either way I need to be there.” “For Danny, for Bill and please Marah, please start making a mends with your mother.” “Thanks for listening, I’m take a nap.” “You know you’re just like Reva in a lot of ways,” Mindy remarked, “you jump without looking first and then somehow manage to land on your feet. That’s certainly not a Lewis trait.” Marah shook her head, “I’ll wake you for dinner.” <HR> Ed, Michelle, Bill and Danny all sat outside the NICU. Michelle had summoned them there a hour earlier because of a development with the baby. Reva stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall. “Hello everyone,” she announced her arrival. “Bill your Daddy called me and asked that I come down.” “Is there something wrong?” Bill questioned. “Just some meetings he couldn’t get out of. He’ll be down right after,” Reva explained as she returned Bill’s hug. “Has the doctor been out yet?” Bill shook his head no and led Reva over to an empty seat out the couch across from Ed and Michelle. “How is everyone? Danny.” Reva smiled. “Michelle I hope you don’t mind me being here, Bill wanted Billy to come…” “It’s fine Reva,” Michelle answered just as the doctor emerged from the NICU. “Looks like that little girl in there has quite the fan club,” the doctor smiled. “You said that you had some news about the baby,” Michelle cut to the point. “Has something changed?” “Something has changed indeed,” he explained. “It appears that the baby responded very well to the surgery to repair the whole in her heart. We’ve monitored her as you know for the last nine weeks and we’re ready to put her in a nursery for a few days.” “And then what?” Michelle asked, as she looked at Ed, “Dad?” “Well then Ms. Bauer you’ll be able to take that little fighter home for good, I would recommend giving her a name however.” “Of course,” Michelle breathed a sigh of relief as did Danny and Bill. “I hate to bring this up, but it is something that has been worrying all of us since she was born.” Michelle explained, “There needs to be a paternity test ran immediately on the baby, we have some issues with determining who the biological father is.” “Yes, Dr. Ramsey made that perfectly clear when I took over the case. I had one of the nurse’s take a sample of DNA from the baby’s cheek, it’s the lab right now.” “So you need Bill and I to do a sample?” Danny finally spoke up. “That’s correct.” “Can they do it now?” Ed asked. “I just think we’ve put this off for far to long…” he finished as his beeper began to go off. “I’m sorry, excuse me.” “If Mr. Santos and Mr. Lewis are ready, now would be an ideal time.” Everyone began to gather their belongings as Ed hurried off to the emergency room. Danny lightly touched Reva’s shoulder. “Have you heard from Marah lately?” Reva shook her head, “She called Shayne last night. Has she not…” “I see.” Danny cut her off as he and Bill hurried off to the elevator leaving Michelle and Reva alone. “So how you holding up kiddo?” Michelle shrugged, “This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, that’s for sure. I just want to go in there and hold her in my arms…she’s two months old and I’ve never held her, that’s torture.” “I know.” Reva took Michelle into her arms, “Why don’t you let me buy you a cup of coffee and you can tell me the names you’ve picked out for that little girl.” Before Michelle could answer Reva’s phone began vibrating. “I’m sorry Michelle I have to answer this…hello, Marah.” “Mom, can you hear me?” Marah asked. “Of course, is something the matter?” Reva listened as Marah explained what she had been dealing with the last few days, “Tomorrow afternoon? Okay I’ll be there.” She assured her daughter and for the first time heard the words, she had waiting to hear for months. “I love you too baby.” “Marah coming home finally?” Michelled asked as she hit the elevator button. “Yeah seems that way.” Reva dropped her phone into her purse, “So how about that coffee?” “Not today Reva, thanks anyway.” Michelle got on the elevator and selected a floor. “Maybe you should tell Marah about the paternity tests, I’m sure she would love to know.” Was the last words Michelle spoke before the doors closed, leaving Reva alone in the waiting room of the NICU. <HR> “Okay seeing that both parties are in agreement with the splitting of the assets and custody of the minor child James Spaulding will be handled outside of this court.” Judge Chandler signed some documents, “Mr. Winthrop does your client wish to retain her married name?” “No your Honor.” Cass answered. “Very well.” He signed some more papers, “Ms. Raines, Mr. Spaulding in the eyes of the law your marriage is no longer. Your attorney’s can see the court clerk for all the required documentation.” The Judge dropped his gavel and the court went into recess. As Cass and Ross went to the court clerk’s office it left Phillip and Beth alone. Phillip stood to leave and caught Beth’s eye. “You know if you ever need anything…” “I’ll call.” Beth said softly as she turned her head away and let a tear fall down her cheek. :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on "The Guiding Light" - Marah returns to Danny - Someone flees Springfield - Bill & Danny: Who's the Daddy Revealed
  14. The Guiding Light: Episode 080 Saturday, July 28, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> Graduation night for the Senior Class of 2007 has finally arrived, as the auditorium begins to fill up Shayne, Marina, Tammy and Lizzie stand by their lockers for final time. Shayne silently thinks back to the haunting words he saw the day before. Lizzie says that she is so glad that somehow, dispute everything they came together this year and became best friends. The group share one final group hug! At Towers, Trevor Bowden sets down at a small corner table. The place seems deserted that evening and he questions if the place is usually this dead. The waiter informs him that it’s graduation night at Springfield High. Meanwhile, at the Bauer house Ed and Rick are in the kitchen rushing a very pregnant Michelle and Mel out the door! Hope appears from upstairs and questions where the family is headed off to in such a hurry. Ed explains that Tammy Winslow is graduating from high school and that they all thought it best to go and show their support to her and Cassie. Ed invites Hope to attend but she says that she has other plans and leaves. Hope steps off the elevator at Towers and crosses the dining room where she finds Trevor waiting for her. He speaks, “Well aren’t you a sight for sour eyes? It’s been a long time Hope.” She is taken back when he kisses her. After awhile of small chitchat between the two a third dinner guest arrives, “Hello son.” Hope smiles as she embraces Derek, “You’ve kept your father and I waiting.” Derek sits down as it is revealed through dinner that Hope is Trevor’s ex-wife and that she has another son in addition to Alan-Michael! As the students are preparing for the processional Phillip and Olivia, despite Lizzie’s wishes arrive at the graduation. Olivia sees his daughter there in her cap and gown and whispers to him, “I’m going to go.” When he urges her to stay Olivia assures him that she’ll be all right and that with Alan and the mansion empty it is the best time to proceed to the next step in their plan. At the back of the auditorium Michelle is becoming restless and complaining that she’s not feeling well, as Tammy is finishing up her Salutatorian speech Michelle informs Ed that she’s going into labor! Ed insists that Rick and Mel stay as he heads out with Michelle, catching the eye of both Danny and Bill! “I worried for weeks about what I would say when I got up here tonight,” Shayne began his speech. “High school is about going from young adult to adult, preparing for college, but more importantly it’s about the relationships we build here and the ones we take away from this place. Tonight our lives will change like never before, it’s the friendships that mean the most. I encourage my fellow classmates to find what you loved about this place and hold on tight to it because never again will you have the opportunity to have what you do right now. We thought this moment would never come, but it’s here and as we go on we remember the times we had together…” As the Superintendent of Springfield Public Schools began calling out the names for the diplomas, Michelle Bauer burst through two double doors at Cedars on a stretcher, clinging tightly to Ed’s hand. “Marina Nadine Cooper.” “Joshua Shayne Lewis.” "Elizabeth Lillian Spaulding." "Tammy Nicole Winslow." As their graduation caps went flying into the air, Michelle delivered a baby girl! :Fade to Black: <HR>
  15. The Guiding Light: Episode 079 Saturday, July 28, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> At Springfield High, Shayne and Tamy rehearse their speeches privately while the rest of their classmates put the final additions on the auditorium for the ceremony later that night. Tammy tells Shayne that she is going to cry! Shayne tells her not to do that because then Lizzie will cry, then Marina and then he’ll end up consoling them. Tammy laughs as she hugs her cousin. Tammy asks if his special someone is coming to the ceremony and Shayne reveals that he no longer has a special someone, she apologizes and later leaves. At the farmhouse, Cassie hands Tammy a letter from George Washington University and she questions what that is. Tammy explains that she submitted an application there and wants Cassie too seriously consider letting her go. Cassie questions why she wants to leave Springfield to attend college. Tammy tells her that she wants a fresh start and reminds Cassie that she did say she would be able to attend any university she wanted. Cassie assures her daughter that she has not forgotten that promise and tells her that they will discuss it later. Tammy agrees. Beth is at Lillian’s distraught over this yet again and realizes that she can’t keep this development from Lizzie, not again especially after she kept Bill and her wedding to Phillip from her. Lizzie arrives at Lillian’s as planned and Beth sits her daughter down. Beth explains what happened the night before with Phillip, Olivia, Alan and the baby. Beth says that she is not willing to work through this with Phillip and that they’ll be getting a divorce. Lizzie becomes furious saying that this is not how things were supposed to happen, not tonight anyway and storms off. Beth wants to go after her but Lillian encourages her to let Lizzie come to terms with this on her own. After finishing his speech, Shayne and Marina get ready to leave Springfield High. When Shayne goes to open up his locker, he’s horrified by what he sees staring back at him. In large, red block letters the word, “FAG” is written in his locker. He quickly regains his composure before Marina can see and slams the door, the two of them quickly leave together as another student watches from down the hall… Lizzie bursts into Spaulding Enterprises where she finds her father cleaning out his desk. Lizzie questions, “So it’s true? You slept with Olivia and now Grandfather is kicking you out.” Phillip asks if Lizzie spoke with her mother and when she assures him that she did Phillip tries to give her his side of the story. Lizzie tells him to save his lies, because they won’t work on her not this time! Lizzie says that they had a chance to be a real family again and Phillip blew it to hell! She goes to leave and assures Phillip she will never forgive him for this, NEVER! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on 'The Guiding Light...' - The Class of 2007 Graduation! <HR>
  16. The Guiding Light: Episode 078 IN the LIGHT: Affairs at the Spaulding Mansion Tuesday, July 24, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble This episode features the music of Martina McBride. The song used goes hand in hand with the episode and will make your reading pleasure a little more enjoyable. The link to the song is provided below. Martina McBride: Wrong Again <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> Lillian Raines held in her hand a brush that she had just used hours earlier to comb Lizzie’s hair. “I can’t believe that your daughter is at her senior prom right now,” Lillian smiled. “Are you about ready to get in bed?” She turned the covers down and fluffed a pillow. “Ed gave you some sleeping pills you should take one. I know I said you should rest but sleep will be better.” Beth stood in the walk-in closet and rub her stomach it ached somewhat but nothing drastic. “Are you sure that you won’t reconsider?” “What staying the night?” Lillian questioned as she sat the bottle of pills next to an unopened letter on Beth’s dresser. “No, but thank you for the offer,” she picked up the envelope and looked it over. “Honey what is this letter?” Appearing from the closet and ignoring the question, “Phillip said that he wanted to talk to me about something tonight and I just think that he may have found us a new house is all.” She waved her hand at Lillian, “This might be your last opportunity to stay in the Spaulding mansion for awhile.” “I’ll take my chances,” Lilian mumbled as she studied the envelope. “This is from Cedars honey. It was just sitting here on your dresser.” “Is there a name on it?” Beth finally asked. “Just Spaulding is all.” She replied, “Should I open it? Do you care Beth?” “No, not at all,” Beth replied as Lilian slid her finger under the flap and unfolded the letter inside. She quickly read it and recognized what it was and her breath muttered, “Oh Beth.” “What was it? More notes from Ed? Let me guess, plenty of rest, fluids and no driving for what a week, two weeks?” Beth laughed, “Momma?” “This wasn’t for you. Silly us, you’re not the only Spaulding in this house, it was for, um…Olivia.” “Olivia, really? You’re lying Momma and I know when you’re lying, just like you know when I am, give me the paper.” “I’m not lying Beth it wasn’t for you,” Lillian said sternly. Beth snatched the paper from Lillian’s tight grip and read the information for herself. Her lips trembled as she read the words. “Is this legitimate?” She finally questioned. “Momma you would know is this a fake or is it real?” “It looks authentic yes, but that doesn’t mean it is Beth. There could be a mistake or something, errors do happen.” “And I understand that, but Phillip requested this paternity test not Olivia, not Alan, Phillip. My husband has reason to believe that he’s the father of her baby and…” the realization hit her suddenly, “go home Momma.” “Beth…” “Don’t patronize me, don’t you dare.” With tears in her eyes, she looked at Lillian, “Go home and leave that to my husband.” “Leave what to me?” Phillip questioned from the doorway. “What’s going on?” “Funny I was just about to ask you the same damn thing?” Beth announced! “Okay.” Phillip responded, “Lillian how are you tonight?” <HR> From the day we met You made me forget All my fears You knew just what to say And you kissed away All my tears I knew this time I had finally found Someone to build my life around Be a lover and a friend After all my heart had put me through I knew that it was safe with you What we had would never end... Wrong Again. <HR> Lillian’s eyes crossed to Beth who was still standing in shock, “Up until about two minutes ago I was one of the happiest women in the world, certainly the happiest woman in Springfield. Beth I’m going downstairs…” With her back to them both, she spoke calmly, in a reserved and respected manner. “Do you know how many times I have thought to myself, ‘Beth you are so lucky, Phillip is such a good man. Trustworthy and depenable…faithful and honest’ I remind myself every morning, every night how blessed I am to have found you again, how lucky I am to be loved by such a man,” she spun around with the recognizable letter in hand. "But right now, right here it seems like I was wrong." “Lillian will you excuse us please.” Phillip opened the door, “Beth and I have some things to discuss.” Lillian looked at Beth who nodded, “I’ll be fine.” As Phillip turned back to face Beth he met the palm of her hand against the side of his face, “You son-of-a-bitch!” She screamed out in anger. “How long, how long have you known that she was having your baby?” “Beth…” Phillip spoke in a condescending voice. “Stop right there, not another word,” she laughed, “I told Momma that you would do that. Speak to me like you talk to Lizzie or the staff around this…place.” The words left a bitter taste in her mouth and she choked back her tears. “It’s amazing…” “What?” Phillip questioned. “Take your pick. It’s amazing how you’ve learned to lie with such ease and show no remorse for it. It’s amazing, how much you are like Alan in so many ways yet you think you're so much better than he is. It is amazing that we, that you and I are here again, we’ve only just begun and we’re already finished.” “I didn’t know that Hannah was mine until the night she was born,” Phillip explained. “And do you think that makes this better? I don’t give a damn about when you found out, I could care less. What I do care about is what you told me when we got married in Las Vegas,” she shot him a cold look. “You lied to me and then not a hour later you took vows, you made me promises that you could never keep. I asked you Phillip to tell me everything, we were supposed to begin this marriage without any baggage, no secrets. I opened my heart up to you again and this, this is how you repay me? This is how you show your love?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “So you see I don’t care when you found out about Hannah, because you knew all along. You knew that you and Olivia had slept together, you’re not an idiot so let’s not pretend that you are.” Beth paused and looked up at him. “You love her don’t you?” She asked the question he had been avoiding for months, “We both know the answer to that question so don’t even bother dignifying it with an answer.” “I don’t know what to say,” Phillip told her. “I wish I could say something that would make sense but I can’t.” “Why did you marry me again?” Beth questioned directly. “You could have…” she stumbled over her own words and finally managed, “why?” “Honestly?” Phillip knew he was about to break her heart, “I thought I had lost Olivia for good. I thought that she and Alan were going to make a life together with the baby and that she would forget about what we shared. When you said marry me I thought to myself if I can’t Olivia then…” “Then what? You would settle for poor, fragile Beth!” She reached up and slapped him across the face for a second time, “I am a lot of things Phillip Granville, but second best to Olivia Spencer-Spaulding is not one of them, not now and not ever again!” “That is not what I meant,” he attempted to backtrack. “I love you.” “You love rescuing me? You love the fact that I have spent my entire adult life loving you in some form or another. No matter where I was or who I was with, Edmund or Jim or Bill you knew just like I knew that there was only one man for me, there was only one Phillip.” She shook her head and sighed, “I’ve made so many mistakes, but I think this has to be the biggest one of my life. And the ironic thing about it is that I never saw it coming, I never imagined this of all things would happen. You know how much I hate that woman, how much Alexandra despises her and your father…” she stopped. “What about my father?” Phillip asked. “Beth…” “Has no idea, does he? Alan is down there in that study at this very moment playing house with a child he thinks is his own. When were you going to tell him?” “Olivia is going to tell him in her own time. Beth please don’t do this, I’m asking you…” “And for some reason you think you are in a position to ask for favors? You’re keeping this from Alan because you love Olivia. He has a right to know the truth. I won’t play this game, I’m going to tell your father the truth.” Beth declared as she stormed down the hallway of the Spaulding mansion! <HR> Everybody swore They'd seen this before We'd be fine And you'd come to see That you still love me In good time And they said there's nothing you can do It's something that he's going through It happens to a lot of men And I told myself that they were right That you'd wake up and see the light And I just had to wait till then Wrong again... <HR> Alan sat on the sofa in the study of the mansion, “I still wish you would have considered Penelope.” “And I told you long ago there was no way I was naming my child Penelope.” Olivia replied as she folded Hannah’s blanket, “Is she sleeping?” Alan smiled warmly and kissed her forehead, “Like an angel.” Olivia walked across the room and took the baby in her arms and Alan quickly stole a kiss from her, “I’m glad that you’re home, the both of you.” “Well, the both of us are glad to be home.” Olivia replied, “Alan there was something that I was going to talk to you about, right after I put Hannah to bed…” “No time like the present!” Beth burst through the doors with the DNA tests in hand. “Good the both of you are here!” “Beth what is all this about?” Alan got up from the sofa to check on the baby in Olivia’s arms, “Hannah just went to sleep you don’t want to wake her up do you?” “Of course not.” Beth looked over her shoulder at Lillian who had followed her down the stairs, “Momma would you take Hannah and put her in her crib upstairs.” “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary Lillian.” Olivia stopped her, “Beth I don’t know what you’re rambling on about so loudly but I’ll put me baby to bed. Excuse me.” Beth stepped in front of Olivia stopping her in her tracks. “Give her to my mother right now.” She said in a hushed whisper, “I know everything your two-timing, gold digging bitch.” Olivia glanced to Phillip and then handed the baby to Lillian. “Is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on here?” Alan roared, “Beth is there a problem between you and Olivia?” “Something like that,” Beth flashes Olivia the envelope. “Something has happened Alan, something that I think you have a right to know about.” “What are you doing?” Olivia questioned. “Why are you doing this, you have no idea what you are about to do Beth…” “Olivia, I swear to God in heaven if you don’t shut up I will backhand clear across this room. And if you don’t believe me ask Phillip.” Beth warned! “Phillip?” Alan raised his eyebrows. “Does this have to do with the book that Olivia had published because I thought we resolved that issue awhile ago.” “It doesn’t have anything to do with the book, but it’s nothing I can’t control.” Phillip attempted to get a grip on the situation. “I’m not backing down from this.” Beth announced, “Do you think I won’t tell him what I know? Why I ever thought that marrying you again was in my best interests I will never know, yet another life alternating mistake. “ “You’ve made plenty.” Olivia smirked. “Send me across the room and see what happens.” She warned. Beth shook her head, “I’m so done.” “What is it you’re done with Beth?” Alan questioned. “This…” she gestured around the room, “I’m through playing games with this damn family.” Alan flashed her a scornful glare, “Tread lightly Beth. This damn family has provided for you very well if I recall and still is.” She laughed aloud and thought for a moment, “You…you’re going to lecture me? Don’t even try Alan because Phillip has already tried and failed miserably. I think it’s time that you saw what I did tonight.” She handed him the envelope and announced, “That little girl you were kissing tonight, she’s not your daughter Alan, she doesn’t even have a drop of Spaulding blood in her. Congratulations, you have another granddaughter!” Alan read the paper closely, “It’s a fake, someone is trying to extort money or something from us. I cannot believe you take that for the truth Beth!” “It is.” Phillip softly spoke from the back of the room, “She’s my daughter, not yours.” The room fell silent as Alan rose from the sofa and walked across to the mantle. “He’s known since she was born.” Beth declared, “But it doesn’t end there…” “Will you shut up?” Olivia seethed with anger. “I think you’ve done enough as it is.” “I’ve done enough? This is not even remotely my fault, you married Alan, you fell in love with Phillip, you kept the truth from all of us. This is your fault, this is his fault.” She pointed at Phillip. “ENOUGH!” Alan roared as he slung a picture of him and Phillip from years gone by across the room. “Betrayed by my own son and my wife!” He braced himself against the mantle as Lillian reentered the room. “Alan, Alan…you need to calm down.” Lillian lectured, “If you’re not careful you’ll have another heart attack.” “Please he doesn’t have a heart.” Olivia replied. “The only reason we’re here is because Alan replaced my birth control pills with placebos. He tricked us all…” “That still doesn’t change the facts.” Phillip told her, “I love her and I have for a very long time.” The words stung Beth and Alan bolted across the room but Olivia stepped between him and Phillip. “You’re going to fight his damn battles now?” “He’s still your son and you’re parading around her acting like an innocent bystander.” Alan shook his head, “Get out of my house.” He told Phillip. “You get the hell out of my house and don’t bother coming into Spaulding in the morning you no longer work there.” He looked at Olivia, “As for you…” “What?” She fired back, “Going to kick me out too? Like a big man, the great and powerful Alan Spaulding…” she laughed and declared, “I’m not going anywhere!” “Oh the hell you’re not.” Alan grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards the door. “Get your damn hands off of her!” Phillip yelled, as Olivia broke free from Alan’s grip. “Both of you get out!” Alan ordered as he headed towards the door. “Apparently you weren’t listening Alan, darling!” Olivia stopped him. “I’m serious, I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight, not in the morning, not until I get what I want.” “We have a prenuptial agreement.” Alan explained, “Or where you to busy screwing my son that you forgot.” “I didn’t forget. But at the end of the day honey there’s only one Mrs. Alan Spaulding and that’s me and if you think she’s going quietly in the night, then you have forgotten who you’re dealing with.” “You have lost everything Olivia!” Alan told her, “You agreed to those conditions when we got married, now get out!” “And apparently you’ve forgotten how to read Alan or well at least your lawyer’s. Did you not think I would read that pre-nup, front wards, backwards, inside and out? There’s a loophole and I found it honey.” “Impossible.” Alan retorted, “That’s the standard pre-nup I’ve used for years.” “Well apparently all the former Mrs. Spaulding’s didn’t take the time to read the fine print, I did. Both said parties must be in agreement that dissolution of their marriage is in their best interests.” She quoted, “And that’s word-per-word! I just don’t think that is in our best interests Alan, I think we can work it out.” “You’re crazy.” “And you’re a fool so that makes us even.” Olivia told him, “So like I said I’m not going. Not until I get exactly what I want from you.” She headed out of the study and met Phillip. He agreed to take her suite at the Beacon and she instructed one of the servants to move everything out of the master suite she shared with Alan. In the study where two broken souls, “Come on Beth let’s go home.” Lillian spoke, “Alan you’ll work through this you always manage to land on your feet.” “You can stay Beth.” Alan told her, “There’s no reason for you to leave.” “I meant what I said about being done with this family. I have no place in this house, in this family. I’m just one in a very long list of former Mrs. Spaulding’s and I’m fine with that.” She kissed his cheek, “Take care Alan.” <HR> And it seemed to me the pain would last My chance for happiness had passed Nothing waited 'round the bend I was sure I'd never find someone To heal the damage you had done My poor heart would never mend Wrong again Wrong again <HR> Lillian took Beth’s arm, “I need to get my things, clothes, jewelry stuff like that.” Beth explained as she and Lillian met Phillip on the staircase. “Momma why don’t you go and pack James and Lizzie some clothes, I’ll be right up.” “Is this what you wanted?” “That’s rich coming from you because by your own admission Olivia is what you wanted, I just simply helped you get her.” Beth grabbed his arm. “I don’t think you will ever comprehend the hurt you have caused me tonight. You will never understand the depth to which I have loved you my entire life Phillip. I never imagined my love for you would ever end, but it has, our love, our life…” a single tear finally fell, “is over. As I walk away from you tonight know that you will regret the day you ever decided I was second best, I promise you you’ll regret ever crossing me.” Wrong again :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on 'The Guiding Light...' - The Class of 2007 Graduation! <HR>
  17. The Guiding Light: Episode 077 Tuesday, July 17, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble This episode features the music of Rob Thomas. The song used goes hand in hand with the episode and will make your reading pleasure a little more enjoyable. The link to the song is provided below. Rob Thomas: Ever the Same <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> “Well isn’t this exciting?” Lizzie asked as Shayne took her hand. “Did you ever think that we would be Springfield High royalty?” Shayne smiled at her. “Honestly? No!” He laughed. “So what happens now?” The spotlight hit the center of the dance floor. “I think were supposed to share a dance.” She led him to the center of the room, all eyes rested on them. “Are you having a good time?” “Yeah, of course I am.” He whispered into her ear. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “You just seem distant lately is all,” Lizzie answered. “These are supposed to be the best times of our lives and you just seem content, not upset but not unhappy.” “You know I have a lot of stuff going on, graduation, my mom and Marah are still fighting with one…” he paused and looked at the girl in his arms, “can I tell you something?” He twirled Lizzie, she laughed as other couples, including Austin and Tammy joined them on the dance floor. “What’s on you mind baby?” Shayne smiled and shook his head. “If someone would have told me that you and I would be here, like this, a year ago I would have laughed so hard.” “Right!” Lizzie agreed. “It’s the power of friendship.” “I’m going to tell you something that I have been dealing with for about the last year and half,” Shayne began as the music hit a high note. “What I’m going to tell you is very personal and not a whole lot of people know…” his mind suddenly raced back to the night when Derek arrived in Springfield, his mind filled with Alan-Michael’s venomous words but he pushed that aside. “If you don’t tell me what’s on your mind this song is going to be over,” Lizzie told him. “Please know that you can trust me Shayne, please.” “I’m gay Lizzie.” She stared up at him, tongue-tied. “Say something.” Shayne told her. Lizzie shook her head. “You’re sure?” Her words stumbled, “That didn’t come out right, I’m sorry…this is kind of…” “Shocking?” “No not at all…” she realized what she had just implied and backtracked. “Okay, that didn’t come out right either,” and she suddenly realized she had inserted her foot into her mouth once more! “You hate me?” He shook his head, “No. I know this is a lot to take in on the dance floor of our prom but it’s something that you needed to know, something that I felt you should know.” The music ended as everyone applauded their king and queen one final time. With her hand in his Shayne led Lizzie off the dance floor. “This doesn’t change anything between us, promise me that.” “Nothing. I promise.” Lizzie kissed him on the cheek, “And you can trust that I’ll never say anything.” “About what?” Austin questioned. “There you are!” Lizzie wrapped her arms around Austin’s waist, “About Shayne, he just learned how dance like two or something…” her eyes darted from her date to Shayne and then Tammy, “and by the way he was leading out there I had no idea.” “Right…” Austin agreed. “Why don’t we got get some punch.” Shayne and Tammy watched them walk away. “What was that all about?” She finally asked. “Beats the hell out me.” Shayne winked, “Come on…I want to spin you across the dance floor.” <HR> “Ava first thing in the morning I will need those figures.” Alan-Michael was working from his suite at The Beacon. “Messenger them over to me at Towers, I’ll be having breakfast with Charles Grant and my father.” He listened as she spoke, “Yes Phillip will be there as well.” Lucy stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She was wearing hardly anything, red-laced lingerie that A-M had bought her before they left Europe. As she appeared in the doorway her husband ended his conversation with his secretary. “Oh Mr. Spaulding,” Lucy softly whispered in a seductive manner as she made her way across the room. “You know there’s an old saying about all work and no play.” Lucy ran her hands down A-M’s chest and kissed his neck, “You know watching Marina get ready for prom and then seeing how happy she was with Ben made me realize something.” “Oh?” “Mm-hhmm. It made me realize how much I love you. And it made me miss how things where with us in Europe.” She loosened his tie, “You do remember how things where in Europe don’t you?” “You’re certainly helping to job my memory.” He sighed heavily. “And if you could just hold that thought for another half-hour so that I can finish this paperwork that would be amazing.” Lucy stopped what she was doing and questioned, “You want me to wait? Alan-Michael look at me, turn around and look at me!” She announced, “Do I look like I want to wait for you?” “Lucy…” “You promised me that when we came back here, after you forced me to come back here, nonetheless that things would not change.” “They haven’t.” He defended as she grabbed a robe. “How would you know Alan-Michael? You spend every waking hour either at Spaulding Enterprises or on the phone with Ava talking about that damn Cedars project. And then when you finally do decide to come home, and I use that term loosely because take a look around you this is not a home…you’re going over numbers and figures and contracts.” “You know that I take my work very seriously.” “You’re work? Please let’s call your work what it really is and that is an attempt to prove yourself to Alan,” she screamed as she headed towards the bathroom. “Where are you going?” “Harley’s,” Lucy announced. “Let me tell you something,” she stopped and spun around, “if you for one second think that I am going to take a back seat and let Spaulding Enterprises become your number one priority then darling your are horribly mistaken. Do you understand me?” “This is my career.” “And I’m your wife, you know I never thought I would have to remind you of that, but clearly I do,” Lucy slammed the door leaving A-M alone with his work! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on 'The Guiding Light...' - "In the Light: Spaulding Marriages" <HR>
  18. The Guiding Light: Episode 076 Wednesday, July 11, 2007 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble <HR> Prom night for the Class of 2007 has finally arrived! Marina, Shayne, Tammy and Lizzie have spent the entire day racing around Springfield getting their hair done, nails painted and in some cases finding a new pair of high heel shoes that didn’t pinch their toes. At the Lewis home Shayne is in his room hopelessly trying to get in touch with Derek. He has sent several text messages and voice mail message throughout the day. “Joshua Shayne Lewis!” Reva calls from the foot of the stairs. “I know you have a clock up there in that room of yours, Cassie has called twice already let’s hussle!” Shayne paced the floor by his bed he still had to finish dressing and do something with his hair. “Derek it’s me again, yes I know that I’ve left you like four messages today and I know what we talked about but it’s prom night and I just thought I would be able to see you for a couple of minutes at least. Call me.” After about fifteen more minutes of waiting and two more calls from his aunt, Shayne appeared in the Lewis family living room. Reva marvels for a moment at how much he reminds her of Dylan, Rusty and Hawk. She tears up and quickly thinks back to her San Cristobel trip and Jonathan. Reva reminds herself mentally that tonight is about Shayne and the two head out for the farmhouse. In the car, Reva and Shayne catch up for the first time since she returned. He tells her the news that he was named Valedictorian, his acceptance to Springfield University and Reva questions why he is going to prom with Tammy and not some other girl in school. Shayne tells her that he wanted tonight to be special in a different way, that he wants to look back twenty years from now and remember that he took someone that meant something to him. Shayne tells his Mom that he and Tammy have become close since Richard’s death and can’t imagine this night without her. Reva marvels at what a wonderful young man Shayne has grown into! Later, the Lewis/Winslow family gather together for pictures. Cassie and Reva share a special moment as they watch their kids go off to prom together and they note this is the beginning of what will be the end of their childhood! <HR> And now, The Guiding Light! <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> The boarding house at Company has been transformed into Marina beauty headquarters as Lucy and Harley work to help her get ready for her big night! As Marina is coming out of the shower her aunts prepare her for a big surprise. When Marina opens the door to her room she is stunned to see her mother, Eleni (Andros) Cooper in Springfield! Marina is speechless. “Did you really expect me to miss this?” Eleni questioned. “It’s just that I didn’t think you were coming till later in the week, closer to graduation night.” Marina explained as she looked across the room at Harley, “Should I thank you for this?” “Harley would have been the innocent one here if you had told me it was your prom night.” Eleni stroked Marina’s hair. “My daughter,” she smiled, “do you know how beautiful you are?” “Mom!” Marina blushed. “So you’re going to be here all week?” “Of course. Buzz was gracious enough to offer me an empty room and you know who I can’t wait to meet.” Eleni replied. “This Ben you rave about every time the two of us talk.” Harley and Lucy take their leave as Eleni helps Marina get ready for the prom. <HR> The Raines women are at the Spaulding mansion, a letter from Cedars labeled “SPAULDING” rests on top of Beth’s dresser, untouched and unopened. Beth and Lillian are waiting for Lizzie to emerge from the bathroom where she was “fixing” the mess the hairdresser made. “Ed told you to stay another night, it’s just that I wish you would have listened to him is all.” Lilian sighed. “I just don’t think you understand the severity of your accident is all.” “Lillian…” Alexandra entered the room, “darling I can hear you halfway down the hall. We promised Lizzie that we would make tonight about her and her alone.” “Thank you Alexandra.” Beth smiled, “You should listen to her.” Lizzie appeared from the bathroom wearing a stunning yellow gown that flowed when she walked! Each of the women in her life smiled and complimented her on how gorgeous she looked tonight. After meeting Austin Hollingsworth and seeing the couple off to the prom, Phillip and Alan left the mansion to go back to the office, Olivia tended to baby Hannah, Alexandra left the mansion and Lillian took her daughter back upstairs to rest! <HR> The teens are enjoying themselves at the prom, dancing, laughing and having a great time, everyone that is but Lizzie who is segregated from her core group of friends and setting with the jocks of the school. After awhile she convinces Austin to go sit with her friends and she begins to open up much more and have a good time! Marina toasts to a wonderful night, good friends, surviving high school and an amazing boyfriend! After the toast, she drags Lizzie and Tammy out on the dance floor, leaving Ben, Shayne and Austin alone. Shayne’s phone starts ringing and he’s excited to see that Derek is calling and he leaves to go find a more quiet place…Ben goes to get some more punch and feels an incredible pain in his lower stomach, he goes to the bathroom…as the girls return. The Senior class president prepares to name the Prom King and Queen, Lizzie insists that Austin run and find Shayne for her since he knows where he took off to. Austin goes to the lobby and see Shayne with Derek in a corner, almost hiding. Austin watches from the elevator as Derek and Shayne kiss…disgusted Austin returns and tells Lizzie he couldn’t find Shayne! The moment has arrived, Austin thinking he is about become Prom King mentally prepares himself for the dance he’s sure to be sharing with Lizzie. The class president announces: Shayne Lewis as Prom King, only angering Austin even more, as Lizzie is named Prom Queen. Austin is forced to watch his date dance with Shayne causing his blood to boil…as they share their dance Ben is alone in the men’s rest room when he suddenly realizes something is not right! <HR> Up in one of the master suites of the Spaulding mansion, Lillian declines Beth’s offer to spend the night and insists that Beth get to bed and rest! She begins to turn down the covers as Beth changes clothes in the closet. “Ed gave you some sleeping pills you should take one. I know I said you should rest but sleep will be better.” Lillian suggested as she sat the bottle next to the unopened letter. “Honey what is this letter?” Appearing from the closet, “What letter?” “It was sitting here on your dresser.” Lillian turned it over and examined the back. “There’s no name on it, other than Spaulding.” Beth heads back to the closet to finish dressing. “Should I open it? Do you care Beth?” “No, not at all.” Lillian slid her finger under the flap and unfolded the letter inside. She quickly read through it and recognized what it was. She stands there frozen in shock! “Beth?!” “What was it? More notes from Ed? Let me guess, plenty of rest, fluids and no driving for what a week, two weeks?” Beth laughed. “Momma?” “This wasn’t for you. Silly us, you’re not the only Spaulding in this house, it was for, um…Olivia.” Beth shook her head slowly, “Olivia? You’re lying Momma and I know when you’re lying, just like you know when I’m lying. Give me the paper.” “I’m not lying Beth it wasn’t for you.” Lillian said sternly. Beth snatched the paper from Lillian’s tight grip and read the information for herself. Her lips trembled as she read the words. “Is this legitimate?” She finally questioned. “Momma you would know is this a fake or is it real?” “It looks authentic yes, but that doesn’t mean it is Beth. There could be a mistake or something, errors do happen.” “And I understand that, but Phillip requested this paternity test not Olivia, not Alan, Phillip. My husband has reason to believe that he’s the father of her baby and…” the realization hit her suddenly, “go home Momma.” “Beth…” “Don’t patronize, don’t you dare.” With tears in her eyes she looked at Lillian, “Go home and leave that to my husband.” “Leave what to me?” Phillip questioned from the doorway. “What’s going on?” “Funny I was just about to ask you the same damn thing?” Beth announced! :Fade to Black: <HR> Next on 'The Guiding Light...' - All hell breaks lose at the Spaulding Mansion <HR>
  19. The Guiding Light: Episode 075 Wednesday July 4, 2007 Written By: Dan Gobble & Josh Hawkins <HR> Mindy and Marah Lewis shuffle around their room at a posh Manhattan hotel. Marah paws through her jewelry box, grabs a pair of earrings and slides them through the holes in her ear lobes. She asks Mindy to remind her who they were about to meet for dinner. “Sheila Randolph of Randolph’s Boutiques,” she answers. “Sorry. My mind seems to have wandered elsewhere,” Marah apologizes. “You sure you want to do this?” Mindy asks. “We can always postpone dinner until you’re ready.” “No, I’m fine. We’ve put this woman off too many times as it is. Let’s just get this over so we can sell the new fall line.” Suddenly, the phone rings and Mindy picks up the receiver. After a brief conversation, she tells Marah that the car is waiting for them in front of the hotel. Mindy makes a final check of her purse and the two women exit the room. <HR> Alan walks into Olivia’s hospital room carrying a bag full of gifts for the baby. “What is all that?” Olivia asks. “Oh I just had Nolan do a little shopping for the baby. No price is too expensive for my little girl,” Alan responds. “Has the nurse told you when you can leave?” “Nope. You know how hospitals are. It takes forever.” “I’ll be back to pick you up after the big presentation at Cedars. I want to be there personally to make sure Alan-Michael doesn’t screw it up.” “I’m sure he won’t. But please be quick. I cannot wait to get out of this hospital bed and back home.” <HR> At The Journal, Holly sits at her desk inspecting the layout for the next issue. She places the cardboard on her desk when she hears a knock on the door. “Come in,” she says. The door swings open to reveal Tammy Winslow. “Tammy, what are you doing here? What can I do for you?” Holly asks. “I just…I just wanted to know if you would do me a huge favor?” “Sure, what is it?” “I need some help and you are the only one who can help me.” <HR> Alan-Michael paces up and down the hospital lobby. He arrived early for the presentation. Ed walks over to him. “Alan-Michael, are you ready for this?” he asks. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” A-M responds. “You’ll do fine, I know it,” Ed assures him and then walks into the board room. A-M takes another look at the revised portfolio as Josh and Billy arrive. Alan-Michael hurriedly closes the folder. “Alan-Michael, I heard you were back in town,” Josh says. “So you’re the one who is representing Spaulding today, huh?” “Yeah, My father put me in charge of the project.” “Well may the best proposal win,” Josh smirks as he and Billy walk into the board room to give their presentation. Alan-Michael stares as they enter the room then turns his attention back to the proposal. He can barely contain a smile as he imagines the shocked faces of the Lewis boys as their proposal is rejected. <HR> And now, The Guiding Light! <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> Tammy continues, “I’ve decided to apply to George Washington University and I need someone to write me a letter of recommendation and I immediately thought of you.” Holly smiles, “Sure, I’d be honored to write your letter, but why did you choose me?” “Journalism has appealed to me since I was a little girl. I’m considering declaring that as my major. So I thought, who better to write my letter than the owner of a paper?” “Well, just give me the information and I will be glad to send a letter. Actually…if you aren’t doing anything, why don’t you hang around here? You can see some of what we do around here.” “That’d be great!” Tammy replies. “Journalism can be a rather tough business, remember that. But someone’s gotta do it, right?” “Yeah.” <HR> “Have you decided on a name yet?” Alan asks. “No, I haven’t. I was so set on a boy that I’m back to square one.” “We could name her Penelope after my mother,” Alan offers. “Penelope? I don’t think so Alan sorry. But we can talk more about names later. You go to your meeting so that you can get back here to take me home,” Olivia says. Alan kisses her cheek and leaves the room. Meanwhile, Lillian and Beth sit on the bed in another part of the hospital. “I wish you would listen to Ed and stay another night Beth. I don’t think you’re ready to leave yet,” Lillian insists. “Mama, Lizzie is going to prom tomorrow. No one in this hospital is going to keep me from seeing my baby off.” “I can’t say I blame you, but just be careful. Don’t strain yourself. By the way, where’s Phillip? Isn’t he going to take you home?” “He’s at the presentation for the Cedars renovations. He said he would come as soon as it was over,” she says. <HR> Mindy and Marah sit in the car on the way to dinner. Mindy rattles off a bunch of names and numbers as Marah’s head spins from all the information. Mindy asks her if there is something on her mind. After a second, Marah decides to confide in her cousin as to what she saw. “I went back into the mansion to get something—I can’t even remember what it was—but when I got there I heard Michelle and Danny talking. I looked around the corner and heard that they were talking about the baby. Danny asked Michelle that if the baby was his, he would like another chance with her.” Marah’s eyes well up with tears. “And then they kissed. I was so surprised that I ran out of the house without even getting wjat I came back for. I just had to get out of there.” “Oh Marah. I’m so sorry.” Marah begins to calm down enough to continue. “Ever since Tony died, Danny was the one thing that kept me going. He was the only thing in my life that actually made sense. I thought we were getting close, but I don’t know now.” “Does Bill know about this?” “No. I didn’t tell him.” The car slows to a stop. “Well what are you going to do?” Mindy asks. “I’m just going to pray that Bill is the father of the baby. But if not, I’ll just have to fight for Danny.” <HR> “Alan-Michael, are you sure that you have everything?” Alan asks. “I’m sure dad. I have everything under control. Before the day is over, we will have that project.” “I hope so. May I remind you that that project will bring in millions for the company?” “Dad, stop badgering him. I’m sure he will do okay. It’s not like it’s his first time,” Phillip says. “Fine. Just get that contract,” he says as the three men walk into the board room. Before them, the hospital board members sit shoulder to shoulder like a row of toy soldiers. Dr. Charles Grant sits at the head shuffling papers around and jotting down notes. He looks up to see if the presenters are here and motions for them. The Spauldings take their seat as A-M rises to give the presentation. A-M glances at his uncle Ed and gives him a smile. As he walks over to the projector, Charles passes out copies of the written proposal to the other board members. “You really aren’t going to need those,” A-M says to the board. “I actually have a revised proposal here with some changes that were made specifically for the presentation.” He hands them out to the board members and begins his presentation. <HR> Mindy and Marah saunter over to the table where Ms. Sheila Randolph is waiting. “Melinda darling, you’re here. It’s been awhile since we’ve met up, hasn’t it?” she says. “It’s been too long,” Mindy replies. “And this is my cousin Marah Lewis. Marah, this is Ms. Sheila Randolph.” “The pleasure is all mine,” Sheila responds then motions for them to have a seat at the table. The ladies order their food and then get down to business. “I wanted to see you Melinda because I have a business… proposition for you that I just know you will be interested in. I’ve decided to sell all of my boutiques and I was wondering if you would like to buy them.” “You’re selling your boutiques, but why?” Mindy asks. “Oh, my doctor says I’m getting a bit too old to run so many stores. He seems to think that I should cut down now that I’m in my 70s, not that I want it to get out to the press. So I decided to put them up for sale and spend the remainder of my days in the lap of luxury,” Sheila explains. “When you ladies get to be my age, you’ll understand I’m sure.” “I think I’m beginning to understand,” Mindy replies. Marah laughs and tells both woman that they still look divine. Sheila giggles at the compliment. Sheila grabs a slip of paper out of her chain purse and gives it to Mindy. “Here is my offer for the boutiques. I do hope that you will consider buying them.” “Well ladies, it has been a pleasure to talk with you, but I must run. My daughter is flying in from London to see me. I keep insisting that she put it off, but she didn’t listen. Ciao!” Sheila walks away, leaving Marah and Mindy looking at the price of the boutiques. They can’t believe how expensive the cost is, but the wheels begin turning in their heads. “Well, it was a nice idea, but there’s no way that we can raise that kind of money,” Mindy says. “Well why not, we have our trust funds from HB and I’m sure that we can get some money from our fathers. We have to figure out some way; this is an offer too great to let it pass by,” Marah says. “Maybe,” Mindy offers. “We have the determination to make this work, I’m sure of it. All we need is a little bit of help. Mindy, you could have your own label instead of working for someone else.” “’A Mindy Lewis original,’ I kinda like the sound of that.” “I told you. We can do it. Let’s toast to new beginnings,” she says as they clink their glasses together. <HR> The Lewises and Spauldings have gathered outside the board room when Charles opens the door and ushers them all in. He says that the board has made a decision. “It was a tough decision, but we decided to go with Spaulding Enterprises for the renovations.” Alan-Michael sighs in relief as the Spaulding men silently gloat. The Lewises seem a bit taken aback that their proposal did not make it. “Alan-Michael, come to my office tomorrow and we can discuss the project further.” A-M nods and the Spaulding men leave the room to go celebrate, leaving the Lewis men behind. Phillip tells them that he wants to see if Beth has been discharged yet and he will meet up with them in a bit. Meanwhile, the Lewis men wonder what they did wrong. “Charles, I thought you said that you really enjoyed our proposal?” Josh asked. “I did Josh. It’s just that Spaulding had what we were looking for at a lower cost than Lewis Construction. What’s weird though is that Spaulding completely revised their proposal for the presentation. They even dropped their price bid by about a couple thousand dollars.” “That is unusual,” Josh agrees. “Thanks anyway Charles.” Dr. Grant leaves the room. “They had two proposals?! Something is wrong in the state of Texas little brother,” Billy says. “I know. I’m going to get down to the bottom of this. Spaulding may have had some inside information. The only question is who?” <HR> Olivia sits on the bed waiting for the nurse to come with the wheelchair to take her from the hospital. She looks at her baby, wrapped neatly in a blanket. She hears the door shut and looks up to see Phillip. “Hello there,” he says. “Want to come see your baby,” Olivia smiles. “About that Olivia. When are we going to break the news to dad and Beth? We need to break the new gently. I don’t want Beth to get hurt. “Soon. I decided to go back to my suite at the Beacon. Once everything hits the fan, there’s no telling what Alan will do.” “No, I really think that you should stay at the mansion for awhile longer. Trust me, I’ll work things out okay?” “Okay,” Olivia nods. “I’ve decided to name the baby Hannah Marissa Spaulding. I’ve always liked the name Hannah and then Marissa for my sister.” “It’s a beautiful name,” Phillip whispers as he leans in to kiss Olivia. As he pulls away, Olivia grabs his arm and tells him “I love you.” Suddenly, the nurse barges in with the wheelchair to take Olivia out. They help Olivia into the chair and then begin to wheel her out. “Ready to go home to the fireworks?” Phillip says. “Guess so,” Olivia replies. <HR> Meanwhile, a nurse notices an envelope with test results had just come in. She checks the name on the envelope: “Spaulding.” The nurse takes Beth’s chart and thinks that they must be for her. She puts the envelope with the rest of Beth’s paperwork. :Fade to Black: On the Next ‘The Guiding Light…’ - The kids get ready for prom night. - Beth learns the truth!
  20. Previously on "The Guiding Light"- Michelle and Danny talked about the baby and then shared a kiss as Marah looked on! - Ross revealed that Blake could now have a major say in Spaulding Enterprises! - Gus and Harley came to blows! - A thunderstorm rocked Springfield, as Beth had a car accident and Olivia gave birth. The Guiding Light Episode 074 Written By: Josh Hawkins & Dan Gobble <HR> At Cedars, both Olivia Spencer-Spaulding and Beth Spaulding are waking from their slumber. Lillian has made a vigil at Beth’s bedside, her head resting on a small portion of the free bed she feels Beth move her leg. “Beth?” Lillian manages to speak half asleep. “Oh Beth!” She exclaims. “You gave me quite a scare.” She softly wiped her daughter’s forehead. With her eyes closed Beth spoke in a broken voice. “What happened?” “You don’t remember?” Lillian kissed Beth’s hand. “You had a car accident during the rainstorm. Someone found you…” “Is Phillip here?” <HR> <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> And Now "The Guiding Light" <HR> Josh and Billy are at the Lewis Construction offices going over their Cedars proposal. Both are deep in thought having worked on this proposal for months. There was just no way that the hospital could possibly give a job of this magnitude to Spaulding Enterprises. “What?” Josh questioned. “I didn’t say anything.” Billy responded. “I’m aware of that, but you have that look on you face.” “What look?” “Like you forgot to do something important and you're thinking of a way to not tell your little brother.” Wanda said as she passed through the office. “Bill said he needs to talk to you when you get a free minute.” Billy rolled his eyes as Wanda went back to her desk. “She’s right though.” Josh told him. “Do you think there’s a problem with the presentation?” “Not one that we can fix this late in the game. Besides what do we really have to worry about? Alan-Michael is the point man for this project and we both know how long he’s been out of commission. We’re fine.” “I guess you’re right.” Josh reached for his umbrella. “Where you headed off to?” “The airport,” Josh told him, “Reva…my missing in action wife has decided to return home for what is going to be a week of pictures and tears.” “Shayne excited about the prom?” “I think it’s more like he’s ready for it to be over. He’s not like you and I were back in our day, he’s much more grounded, mature.” “That’s because you raised a fine boy.” “Speaking of which.” Josh gestured towards the door. “Come on in Bill.” “Uncle Josh. Dad, do you have a free minute? There’s something I need to run by you.” “Sure. Sure, come on in.” Billy moved some papers from one of the chairs. “Josh you give Reva my love all right?” “I will. See you guys tomorrow.” The men said there farewells and Bill took a seat. Bill took the time to give his father a lecture about proper funeral etiquette: you do not bring a gun and shot the coffin of the deceased, even if they did deserve it. “Something tells me there’s another reason you’re here.” Billy informed his son. “What’s on your mind boy?” <HR> “Someone’s here. Let me call you back. Okay, bye.” Derek hung up the phone and opened the door to find Shayne standing there. “It’s about time.” Shayne told him. “I was just about to leave you a note. Can I come in?” “Yeah, of course. So your text message said that you had some exciting news about something or another.” “Guess who you are looking at?” Shayne struck a model pose for a split second and then burst into laughter. “I don’t know, a bad Vanna White impression, I’m guessing.” “Um no…” he replied in a sad voice, “the Valedictorian of the Springfield High School graduating class of 2007!” “That’s awesome, congratulations.” Derek went into to kiss Shayne but he quickly pulled away turning the joyous moment into something opposite. “What’s wrong?” “What do you mean?” Shayne asked. “Don’t play the question-answer game with me. You know what I mean, I just tried to kiss you and you pulled away. And it’s not the first time it’s happened Shayne.” “I know. I don’t know what to say. Derek…” “You’ve been acting this way ever since that night on the docks by the lake. You seemed so excited, so happy to see me and then all of sudden something changed and you’re pulling away from me when I try to kiss you. What’s up Shayne?” “This? I have my sources. But wouldn’t The Mirror love this headline: Talk show Host’s Son Gay! And of all people Reva. What delicious irony. I hope you both don’t have the same taste in men.” Shayne knew all to well exactly what Derek was talking about and it worried him. He wanted this year to be over already and it only had just begun. Shayne tried to convince himself that things would be better after graduation, after prom and after the Cedars project was locked up. “I just think at times that we’re moving to fast.” Shayne lied. “You have a lot more experience than I do and sometimes I feel like we’re going ninety to nothing.” “I never thought about that. I’m sorry if you feel that way.” “And this…” Shayne began, “you apologizing for being you, this is not what I wanted. Damnit! I hate this Derek, you have to know that.” <HR> “I had a meeting with Ross the other day in regards to if the baby is mine.” Bill explained “That’s smart, to work out a custody arrangement.” Billy replied. “How is little Michelle doing?” “For starters she’s not little, she’s past her due date and running the birth of what could be my child like the Bauer BBQ.” “Ouch. So this meeting with Ross what was it about?” “Right after the baby is born we’re going to have a DNA test ran to see who the father is. And if it’s me, I’m going to sue Michelle for full custody.” Billy took a minute and let the words sink in. “That’s a big step Bill. Are you sure about this?” “I’m hundred percent sure and please don’t try and talk me out of it, Ross already did.” “Okay, okay I won’t. I just can’t imagine that Ross agreed to represent you.” “He didn’t. That’s one of the reasons I’m telling you all of this, he recommend an attorney in Oakdale and I have a meeting with her in a couple of days.” “If this is what you want Bill then I’ll stand by you but maybe you try to work something out with Michelle. The two of you have been friends since you were knee high to a grasshopper. I would hate to see this friendship ruined over all of this.” “All of this? Dad do you hear yourself? You are talking about what could possibly by your grandchild. Michelle kept this from me and if Mom hadn’t found out she was pregnant there is a chance Michelle never would have told me she was pregnant.” “Believe me I understand and like I said I support you a hundred percent. Whatever you decide and I’m sure your mother will feel the same way.” “So you don’t think this is a bad idea?” “You want to make a point and to me that’s never a bad idea Bill. I just think that there are ways that you could go about doing the same thing without trying to take the baby away from it’s mother.” Bill rubbed his forehead and shook his head. “Why don’t you go back to your loft, think about it a little more before making in rash decisions. Call Vanessa, call Mindy talk to them about it and see what they think. We’ll all support you no matter what, we just want what’s best for you?” Bill stood up. “When did you become so smart?” “Boy it beats the hell out of me.” Billy laughed! <HR> They both took a minute to think before speaking again. “I know that you and I have something, a connection and it’s one that I’ve never had with anyone else. But so many things, great things are happening for you right now, graduation, prom and this summer is going to be huge for you.” “I’ve never done this before. You knew this when we began…whatever this is.” “The thing is Shayne I don’t think we know what this is yet and we need to take a step back.” “So that’s what we’re doing, taking a break? Because standing here right now it feels like something more concrete, more permanent than a break.” “I don’t want you to feel like that Shayne…” “Well then how the hell do you want me to feel?” He fired back only to get a silent response. “Answer the damn question Derek. You came to Springfield, you pursued me and now all of a sudden you think we’re in to deep? Maybe this is what taking a break is like, I don’t know. I haven’t done it enough to know but I’ve seen Marah do it, Tammy and Lizzie.” Shayne grabbed his bag from the chair by the door. “Derek?” “We are taking a break. I haven’t ever lied to you about who I was, you know that I’ve been with other guys before. I fall hard and fall fast Shayne and usually after four months, six months it’s over and I move on. It’s who I am, but with you…” Derek smiled, “with you there it’s so easy to just be me and that scares me.” Derek took Shayne’s hand in his. “I want this to work. I don’t want you to be one of those guys I ditched after four months so you’re just going to have to give me some time. And it’s time that you need too.” “So you and I we’re not over?” Derek shook his head. “No. We just need our space with one another, we have all the time in the world Shayne to progress this relationship.” He shook his head in agreement. “So we’re okay?” “Yeah.” Shayne answered shyly. “So, can I get a not-so-farewell-non-break-up kiss before I leave?” Their lips locked for what seemed like hours, but only mere seconds. Shayne blew out of the apartment almost as quickly as he had entered. Derek raced for his cell phone. “What took you so long?” A male voice answered, not even a hello. “I told you it was the landlord. He had to check the air conditioning unit and some other things around the place.” Derek sat down on his bed and a worried looked wiped over his face. “So when did you say you were coming to town Dad?” “The end of next week.” Trevor Bowden answered. “Is that a problem?” “Problem?” Derek replied. “Why would it be a problem, unless you haven’t told Mom you were coming.” “Well you just leave her to me, I’ll deal with you mother.” <HR> “I’ve been trying to call him all night. There’s probably something wrong with his phone, the whole town has been in shambles after the storm.” Lillian explained. “Beth you had severe internal bleeding…” her eyes filled with tears as she thought back, “Ed said you flat-lined on the table at least twice. You have to understand how lucky you are.” “I need Phillip…” Beth also began to tear up. “Find my husband please.” Lillian kissed Beth on the cheek and quickly left the room, in the doorway she spoke. “I almost love you Beth and that scared me to death.” “I promise it won’t happen again.” She replied from her bed. “I love you far too much to leave you.” “So it wasn’t a dream.” Olivia smiled. “You’re really here aren’t you?” “Did you think I would leave you?” “I just figured you would call Alan and then go back to be with Beth.” Olivia turned her head away from him. “Is the baby okay?” “She’s healthy, strong and just as beautiful as her mother.” Phillip touched her chin and turned her head back towards him. “You asked me a question at the mansion before all hell broke lose. Do you remember what it was?” “Do I remember?” Olivia retorted. “Phillip how could I have forgotten.” She paused and touched his hand. “Did you make a decision?” Phillip ran his fingers through his hair. He was tired and hadn’t slept in what felt like hours. “That’s all I’ve thought about, all night. Sitting with you, watching you sleep, seeing your baby girl. And Beth…” “Beth’s here?” Phillip nodded his head. “She was in a car accident. No one even knows that I’m here or that I even know.” “You should go to her Phillip.” Olivia told him. “I’m not your problem. She’s your wife, not me.” “I stood in the doorway of your room and her room watching you both sleep and I realized something. God, I don’t know it has happened again but I’ve allowed myself to fall in love with two very different women. I have feelings for Beth that’s a given considering our history, but Olivia there’s something that pulls me back to you everytime I see your smiling face or hear your name.” “And I feel the same way. I care for you very much, but the simple fact of the matter is this Phillip at any minute my husband, your father is going to come through that door I have to tell him what’s going on and I don’t even know.” Olivia paused. “The baby and I though, we’re a package deal so you need to decide. Pick me or pick Beth but I need to know, now Phillip.” “I’ve never been good with ultimatums.” He told her. “Well, I’m sorry. I don’t really know what to tell you. I competed with Reva for Josh’s love and when I escaped that I promised myself I wouldn’t do anything like that again. I can’t, not now I have to think about my child now.” “The last thing I want to do is put you in a position like that again Olivia.” Phillip told her. “I had Rick run a DNA test late last night on the baby. We won’t have to play games to be together Olivia.” He smiled. “What do you mean?” In the corridor of Cedars a woman in black high heels walked down the hallway toward Olivia’s room. Olivia smiled and choked back her own tears of joy. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Phillip…Phillip answer me. Are you saying that my daughter is your daughter?” Phillip shook his head. “She is.” He said as their lips suddenly met and the door pushed opened. Standing there watching, unnoticed was none other than Alexandra! :Fade to Black: <HR> On the Next Episode… - Olivia names the baby! - Tammy seeks Holly's advice. - Spaulding Enterprises vs. Lewis Construction - Episode 076: IN the LIGHT: Affairs of the Heart
  21. The Guiding Light: Episode 073 Saturday June 23, 2007 Written By: Dan Gobble & Josh Hawkins At HollyBend, Holly races around the room to gather her things. “My first day back and I’m gonna be late,” she mutters under her breath. She takes a quick sip of coffee and it spills over. "Damnit," she yells. Blake exits the kitchen to see what is the matter. “Oh, I just spilled some of my coffee,” Holly replies. “Mom, are you sure that you should be going to work so soon?” Blake asks. “Yes, I am sure. I can’t spend the rest of my life on that couch. I need something to keep my mind off of things. Besides, I’ve taken my medicine so I’m not going to go insane if that’s what you’re worried about.” Blake decides that its best to drop the subject. “Ross is coming over later today to look at the package daddy gave me. I just wonder what he had up his sleeve.” “Don’t we all? Just remember sweetheart, remember your priorities. Family comes before any Spaulding schemes.” “I remember my priorities, I just wish you’d remember yours.” Holly anxiously looks at her watch. “Sorry Blake, no time for a lecture. Gotta go.” Holly kisses Blake on the forehead and runs out the door. <HR> Marina and Ben are in Company waiting for Lizzie, Shayne, and Tammy. “I’m looking forward to prom tonight,” Ben whispers in Marina’s ear. “Not as much as I am,” she replies. She looks at him and kisses his cheek. “Thank you for being such a good friend to Shayne. I know he hasn’t had the best year since his aunt went psycho and killed Tony.” “No problem. Besides, you know what they say right. Keep your friends close and your potential competition closer.” “I don’t think you have to worry about Shayne, Ben,” Marina replies. The rest of the gang burst through the door to Company. Shayne and Ben separate from the girls to find their tuxes for the prom. <HR> Danny sits in the Santos Mansion working on some paperwork when he hears the front door open. “You forget something Marah?” he asks. “My name apparently” A confused Danny turns to see a very pregnant Michelle at the door. “Hello Michelle,” he says. “Come in, is there something you need?” “Not unless you happen to have a way to get this baby out of me. I almost forgot how much I hated morning sickness and weird cravings,” she says as she sits in the sofa.” “I’m sure it isn’t that bad.” “Spoken like a man,” Michelle retorts. “I wish just that you men would have to go through labor. But anyway, I came here because I wanted to tell you the game plan for the baby’s birth.” <HR> Gus arrives at home after being out all night. She finds Harley desperately trying to get Zach ready for the school bus. When she sees Gus walk in, she ushers Zach up to his room. “Where the hell have you been?” she asks. “I was just sitting around lost in thought. By the time I actually looked at my watch, it was so late, I wasn’t sure what you would say. Or what I would say for that matter.” “I can think of something for you to say. I still haven’t gotten an apology.” <HR> And Now, The Guiding Light <object width="320" height="240"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="240"></embed></object> <HR> “An apology for what?” Gus asks, confused. “For not believing me when I told you that that Vera Ginatoni wasn’t your mother. I told you so. Her story seemed too pat, too rehearsed. You forget, I was a cop too, and a pretty darn good one at that, remember?” “I remember,” he said. “But how was I to know that Alex and Vera were lying? When she told me that I was her son, I couldn’t just block out my emotions.” “I know,” she sighs. “Truth be told, I was hoping that Vera was your mother.” “Harley, when we started our relationship, I’m sure that you didn’t plan on being in love with yet another Spaulding man. If you want out, I wouldn’t hold it against you.” “Alan-Michael and Phillip did hurt me, but there were some good times. And just because you’re now a Spaulding doesn’t mean that you, all of a sudden, are going to start acting like them.” She looks to the clock and then back at Gus. “But now that you know the truth, what are you going to do? Are you actually going to try to have a relationship with her?” <HR> Blake and Ross cuddle up together in her bed at Hollybend. “Oh Ross, doesn’t this make you feel like a teenager again, stealing alone time when your parents aren’t around?” “It does and it feels wonderful.” They kiss. However, Blake soon pulls away. “I hate to interrupt, but wasn’t there something that you came for?” “Can’t it wait, I’m just getting started?” Ross complains. “No this can’t wait. The sooner we get into this business, the faster we have time for us.” Blake grabs the envelope off the night stand and gives it to Ross. As he reads it, his eyes get larger. “Daddy left me all his shares of Spaulding. Apparently, he scooped up a bunch more stock when Alexandra made the prices fall last year. Plus the stocks I got from Alexandra to vote at her little meeting. What I don’t know is how much say does this give me in the company?” “All this stock puts you pretty high up on the pecking order at Spaulding. What I want to know though it, what do you plan to do with all of this?” “I’ve been thinking about that and I think I want to get my toes back at Spaulding. Being a radio DJ and a novelist is fun but I want to do something more exciting. So I think I’m going to try to get a job from Alexandra. I think this will be pretty good leverage don’t you think?” “Just be careful. We don’t need any Spaulding trouble, especially before our wedding,” Ross says. “Scout’s honor,” Blake replies as they pull up the covers. <HR> An attendant stretches a tape measure across Shayne’s arms to fit him for a tuxedo. Across the room, Ben sits close to the window talking on his cell phone. When he finishes the call, he returns. “What was that about?” Shayne asks. “It was Alexandra. I’ve been summoned to the house evidently. I’m going to have to cut this a bit short.” “I can take the suit over to the Beacon if you want me to,” Shayne says. “Would you mind?” “Of course not. I have to take Tammy back anyway.” “Thanks man, I appreciate it,” Ben says. Ben walks out of the door as Alan-Michael walks in. He sees Shayne over at the counter. “What do you want?” Shayne asks angrily. “I just wanted to thank you. Thanks to our little bargain, I am going to land the Cedars deal this week.” “I thought part of our deal was that you would leave me alone,” Shayne asks. “It was, it was. Can’t I make some small talk? I just wanted to know if your dad or uncle made any changes to the proposal. I wouldn’t want everything we agreed to be wasted.” “I don’t know and I don’t care. I did what you asked me to do. Now leave me alone.” Alan-Michael looks and notices that Shayne has two tuxedos in his hand. He follows Shayne out of the store. “Shayne, I couldn’t help but notice that you have two tuxedos. Is one of them for your boyfriend?” “You are such a bastard you know that? No it’s not for my boyfriend for the record.” “Don’t put up such a tough guy act,” A-M snidly replies. “I know you are attracted to me. You don’t have to hide it,” as he walks away. Shayne grits his teeth and scampers off in the opposite direction. <HR> “Here’s what I’m thinking,” Michelle says . “Mel, Rick, Claire, and dad will be there with me while I’m in labor. Dad will call you both once the baby is checked out. You guys are going to come down and submit a DNA sample so we can perform the paternity test and get that out of the way. Capice?” “Fine,” Danny sighs. “If there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s lip from either one of you. I’m six days past due and my hormones are ready to blow. I don’t need a fight.” “Michelle, can I ask you a question?” “Sure, what is it?” “Who do you want to be the father of this baby—me or Bill?” “Now that’s not fair. Both of you have positive and negative qualities. We’ll get to that once we find out who the father is.” Meanwhile, Marah enters the Santos Mansion to retrieve her misplaced wallet when she hears the conversation going on in the living room. Michelle begins to get up from her seat when Danny takes her hand. “Michelle, wait. If this baby is mine, what happens to us? Will you give me another chance to prove that I love you?” Danny pulls Michelle in for a kiss as Marah watches him from the foyer. A hurt Marah sneaks out the front door unnoticed. <HR> “I don’t know. I think so. I have to know. I have to try,” Gus answers. “I see,” Harley replies. Suddenly, Gus’ cell phone begins to ring. He answers it. “Hello. Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can? Okay. Bye.” “Who was that?” Harley asks. “It was just Alexandra. She wanted me to stop by the mansion later.” “Of course it was,” Harley groans. “You don’t sound very enthused,” Gus says. “Why did you expect me to be enthusiastic about this? I’m glad we found out the truth, but I almost died trying to get it thanks to Alexandra. The Spauldings have been a thorn in my side for years. And now here they are a part of my life again.” “Is this an ultimatum Harley? You or a relationship with Alexandra?” “I don’t know what this is. I don’t need ultimatums. Spaulding men are all alike; they do what they want regardless.” She puts her hand to her head. “Gus, I think I’m going to have to take you up on your offer. At least for now. I can’t—I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I need some time.” “I’ll go pack my stuff.” “No, wait till Zach goes to school. I don’t want him to be here when you leave; he’s been through so much.” Almost on cue, Zach runs down the stairs, his backpack jumping up and down with each step. “Mommy! I’m ready!” “I see, do you have your lunch?” “Yes Mommy!” “Okay, let’s go out and wait for the bus okay?” Zach gives Gus a hug then takes Harley’s hand as they walk out the door. Gus watches as the two figures get smaller and smaller. He turns back to the living room and takes it all in for the last time. He grabs a picture of him and Harley and thumbs Harley’s photo gingerly. Suddenly, a rage shoots up out of his veins and he slams the photo against the wall.
  22. [ELMWOOD APARTMENT COMPLEX: HARPER APARTMENT] Danielle Harper quietly sits at her kitchen table with a magazine opened before her. Although the Illicit Affairs article gives plenty of local gossip from the night of Sugar Rush's performance at The Onyx Rose, Danielle's eyes remain locked on her daughter's closed bedroom door. The door suddenly opens and Valerie Harper emerges from the bedroom. "Bye Mom, see you later!" Valerie calls, while quickly rushing to the door. She passes by the kitchen so quickly that she doesn't notice Danielle sitting at the table. She smirks as the front door comes into sight. "Hold it!" Her mother's voice startles Valerie, causing her to drop the stack of magazines she had been carrying. "Damn it!" she shouts as she bends down and begins to restack the magazines. Danielle has risen from her seat at the table and has now positioned herself between the crouching Valerie and the apartment's door. "I guess that's what happens when you're in a hurry. It's really too bad you were in such a rush, because you, are not going anywhere," she says, looking sternly down at her daughter. [THE ONYX ROSE] Aly Caldwell and Rebecca Wade sit at the bar eating their take out lunch. "So," Aly begins, "Sugar Rush's performance was a big hit then?" "It was our best night yet. But I was so worried something bad was going to happen. Thank God Jake's brother was here. Speaking of Jake's brother—" Rebecca is suddenly cut off. "There's nothing to talk about, nothing happened," Aly says. Rebecca looks at Aly with a look of confusion while continuing her last sentence. "—he should be here any minute to collect his pay. But never mind that, your story sounds more interesting. What exactly is it that didn't happen?" [THE EQUINOX HOTEL: RESTAURANT] Kimberly Olin sits at a table appearing to be patiently waiting for her lunch date to arrive. She looks up as she sees him approaching. She begins to stand up, but he steps over to her before she can reach her feet. "Don't get up," he says before kissing her on the cheek. He then takes the empty seat across the small round table from her. "How are you?" "I'm well, thank you. How 'bout you? Things any better with Samantha?" Ben shakes his head. "No, not since the week after the wedding." "Speaking of the wedding, are you ready to tell me what was going on between you two? I'm sure you'd rather me not speculate despite what happened being painfully obvious." "Whoa, aren't you supposed to be on my side? You're my cousin." "And I'm also a woman, Ben. Yes, you are my cousin, and I love you, but you cheated on your wife," she says slightly louder than she intended to, drawing the attention of an elderly couple seated at a table nearby. "Thanks, Kim," he says, noticing the couple. "Sorry," she says before a brief awkward silence ensues. "Look, I'm not trying to judge you. I don't know all that happened. If you'd just tell me—" "I can't tell you, Kim." "Why not?" "Because other than Sam and Callie, you're the only family I have here in town. And I can't bear to have you look at me every time you see me like you did just a minute ago." "Ben, I'll never understand unless you let me in. I won't ever condone your actions, but for all I know, Sam could have been the one to cheat first." "No," Ben says firmly. "Samantha would never cheat." "Then what happened? What drove you to sleep with another woman?" Ben sits back in his chair, sighing as he subtly shakes his head. CONTINUE--->
  23. [RAMSAY HOME: MASTER BEDROOM] Samantha Ramsay sits upon her bed with a large hatbox full of photographs in front of her. She begins to look through a stack, pausing on one of she and Benjamin at their high school prom some fifteen years ago. "Mommy?" Callie's voice calls. "I'll be right there, sweetie!" Sam says, wiping the tears from her eyes. She shoves the photos back into the box and replaces the lid. She climbs off the bed, picks up the box and places it on the floor beside the bed. She then pushes it under with her foot. Samantha then makes her way down the hall and to her daughter's room. She pushes open the door and turns on the light. "Are you okay, Callie?" "Will you read me another story, Mommy?" "You didn't like the first one?" "I already heard that one. I want a new one." Sam walks over to the bookshelf and begins to read off the titles of the books. "Mommy, a new one!" "Alright, one more story, but after that, you got to sleep, deal?" "Deal!" the little girl smiles. Sam sits down on the edge of her daughter's bed and straightens the sheets covering Callie. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess..." [HARRISON MANSION: FOYER] Kaitlyn Harrison stands in the foyer of her family's mansion anxiously pacing. She stops in front a mirror and inspects her appearance for what may be the thousandth time. After making some adjustments to her hair, she stomps over to the large, wooden staircase and looks up at it. "Amy! Hurry up!" "Hold on!" an annoyed voice calls down to her. Kaitlyn heavily sighs as she stomps over to the bottom of the stairs and sits upon the second to last step. She pulls her cell phone from her purse and dials a number. She glances up at the stairs behind her as she waits for her call to be answered. "Hayley? I'm just waiting for Amy and then I'll be there! But she's taking forever." Hayley Nolan's voice is heard through the telephone line. "So's my stupid brother. He's coming too." "Cade's going?" she asks, with a subtle note of excitement in her voice. "Unfortunately," Hayley responds. Amy descends the stairs and stops near the bottom where Kaitlyn is blocking the way. "Move it, let's go." Kaitlyn quickly hops of the stair and moves out of her sister's way. "Halyey? I'll see you there!" She hangs up her phone and puts it back into her purse. The door bell rings. "That's Drew," Amy begins. "Go let him in. I'm going to go tell Daddy we're leaving." Amy exits the foyer in search of her father while Kaitlyn opens the door and allows Drew to enter. "You ladies almost ready?" he asks. "Yeah, just waiting for Amy to get done talking with Daddy." A few moments later, Amy reenters the foyer with a smile on her face. "Alright, let's get out here. She walks passed both Kaitlyn and Drew and through the open front door. [THE ONYX ROSE] Rebecca Wade anxiously looks around at her empty bar. She can hear the sound of her soon-to-be customers lined up outside of the club's entrance. Inside with her are Robby McEwell, Jake Rowland, and Aly Cauldwell. Aly steps over to her friend. "Hey, relax, nothing's going to go wrong tonight." "I wish I was as confident as you," she says before excusing herself and walking over to the bar. "Jake, where is your brother? If he's not here, I don't—." "Relax, Bec, he'll be here. I can call him if you want..." The door to the back entrance suddenly slams closed and a few seconds later Lukas Rowland enters the room. "Sorry I'm late." "It's fine," a visibly nervous Rebecca responds. "Just make sure no one under the age of twenty-one gets their hands on any alcohol tonight." "You got it," Lukas says. [THE ONYX ROSE: EXTERIOR] Dozens of people have lined up outside of the building, eagerly anticipating the club's opening. Shaun Elwood and Kimberly Olin are two people among the crowd. Shaun looks down at his watch. "Should only be another couple minutes." "Excellent, I can't tell you how excited I am to actually be out on a Saturday night." "You're telling me. I've worked the last three Saturdays in a row. And the one before that, I was too tired to do anything." Kim laughs. "Aren't we pathetic?" "More like, mature, responsible people," Shaun says with a smile, and can't help but join in when she laughs. "Yeah, I didn't believe that one either. But seriously, it must be why you and I get along so well. We can both understand what it's like to have a demanding job." "I know what you mean. I think my last legitimate boyfriend was in college. I've been on dates every now and then, but nothing serious." "Then I guess it's good the two of us have started to get to know each other better. But I was just like you, before Sarah—" Shaun immediately stops talking, realizing what he had done. "Kim, I'm sorry." "It's okay, Shaun. But, let's make it a point not to try not to talk about anything that could ruin tonight for us." Both of their attentions are drawn to the entrance as Lukas unlocks the door and pushes it open. Before the first patron can enter, Rebecca steps out to address the crowd. "Before this night officially begins, I want to remind you all that tonight is an all ages night. One of many, I hope. Now before any of your think otherwise, alcohol will still be served. But please be prepared to show identification each time you step up to the bar. Each person consuming alcohol will be required to wear a wrist band, which will be handed to you at the purchase of your first drink. To those of you who are over twenty-one, should the measures I have taken fail to ensure that no alcohol is consumed by anyone under the age of twenty-one, I humbly ask that if you witness it happening, please tell one of my employees, who will put a stop to it. Well, I think I've talked enough. Everyone, please enjoy yourselves and have a fun, safe, night!" CONTINUE--->
  24. The late morning sunlight shines upon the town of Forrestal Falls a week after the eventful wedding of Alyson and Charles Cauldwell. [HARRISON MANSION: DINING ROOM] Joshua and Kaitlyn Harrison sit at the large table in the dining room waiting for the rest of the family to arrive and lunch to be served. Kaitlyn fiddles with the napkin in her lap, anxiously looking up at her father, who is busy reading the morning's edition of the Gibson County Courier. He quickly scans the front page article detailing the merger of the Bradshaw Media Group and the Cauldwell Broadcasting Television Network which is accompanied by the pictures of Charles Cauldwell, III and Richard Bradshaw. Despite the un-pleasantries interrupting her father often resulted in, Kaitlyn is unable to wait any longer. "Daddy?" she asks, and watches as he lowers the paper to look at her. "Um, Hayley and I really wanted to go to check out this band at The Onyx Rose this weekend. Do you think I cou—" Kaitlyn is cut off. "Absolutely not," her father answers. Joshua then, feeling as though his words had finished the conversation, went back to his paper. "But Daddy, all of my friends are going to be there. If I don't show up, I'm going to look like the biggest loser in school!" "Oh don't be so dramatic, Kaitlyn, you're beginning to sound like your mother." Acting as though she hadn't heard her husband's offensive comment, Dayna Harrison enters the Dining Room and takes her seat at the table. "What's going on?" she asks. "I was asking Daddy if Hayley and I could go to The Onyx Rose this weekend." "And what did your father say?" "He said no, but, c'mon Mom! All my friends are going to be there. Please say yes." Dayna glances at her husband out of the corner of her eye. "Actually, I'm with your father on this one. You're much too young." "No I'm not mom; they've been promoting it for weeks, it's an all-ages night!" Next to enter the dining room is Amy Harrison. She sits down at her place and looks to the vacant seat next to her. "Before you ask, no, I don't know where Jenna is." After placing the napkin on her lap, she notices the pout on her younger sister's face. "What's your problem?" "My life is over!" Kaitlyn laments. "Kaitlyn, have you already forgotten the discussion we just had?" Joshua says while staring at his paper. Amanda ignores her father and looks back to Kaitlyn. "Why is your life over this week?" "Sugar Rush is playing at The OR and mom and dad won't let me go! You know what this is going to do to me?" "Actually, yeah, I do. I'm not that much older than you, Katie. High School was only two years ago," she says before looking to her parents. "Look, Drew and I are going to be there. I'll," Amy has trouble producing the words, but some how manages to continue. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but, I'll keep an eye on her if you let her go." Dayna, unsure of how to respond, remains silent, forming a look of deliberation on her face. She breathes a sigh of relief once Joshua speaks up. "If I agree to this, Amanda, Katilyn will become your responsibility. Meaning, for any potential wrong doing she may do, you also will receive punishment for her actions. You are not to make your presence at any other site other than your intended destination and you both are to return home by no later than midnight. Furthermore, under no circumstances should either of your actions result in our family's name being reflected in an unfavorable light. Is this understood?" Seeing the hopeful expression on Kaitlyn's face, Amy sighs and looks back to her father. "Understood." Kaitlyn jumps from her seat. "Oh thank you!" She scurries around the table and hugs her sister while continuing to repeat the words "thank you" over and over again in a highly excited tone of voice. "Whoa! What brought on this display of sisterly love?" Jenna Harrison enters the dining room and assumes the last empty chair at the table. [RAMSAY HOME: KITCHEN] Samantha Ramsay stands making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the kitchen of the home she and her estranged husband share with their daughter. She carefully cuts the crust off the sandwich and cuts it into four sections before bringing the paper plate it sat on over to the kitchen table. "Callie, lunch time, sweetie!" she calls, her voice carrying into the other room. A very short time after, a five year old little girl comes running into the kitchen. She pulls out her chair at the table and climbs into her booster seat. She looks down at her PB&J, picks up one of the parts, and begins to inspect it. She sighs and pulls the two slices of bread apart, separating the peanut butter side from the jelly side. Samantha sits down in the chair next to her daughter and gives the young girl a curious look. "What's this about? I've never seen you eat your sandwich like that before." "Because that's how Daddy eats it!" she says before taking a small bite out of the peanut butter side. "When's Daddy coming home?" Samantha goes quiet, unsure of how to answer her daughter's question. "I'm not sure, sweetie. Why don't you finish your sandwich and you can go back to playing. Grandma's coming over after lunch." [THE ONYX ROSE] The Onyx Rose night club is empty in the early afternoon hours except for its employees. Jake Rowland carries a stack of boxes from the storage room and places them on the bar. Rebecca, who is sitting on a stool looking over some paperwork, looks up at him. "Thanks, Jake. I really appreciate your help this afternoon." "No problem, Rebecca," he says as he begins to unpack the boxes and proceeds to restock the bar with their contents. "So how's things goin' with you and Robby?" "Good, things are good. He should be here any minute, actually," she says looking down at her watch. "He's dropping off some posters promoting Sugar Rush's appearance this weekend." "It should be a great night! And your idea to make it an all ages night was awesome. I'll make sure no one without a wristband is served alcohol. Oh, and that reminds me. I talked to my brother, and he's down for the security gig." "Excellent! As good as an idea it may have been, I'm still very concerned about under twenty-one's coming into my bar. If one of them is caught with alcohol, I'm done." "Well you don't gotta worry about that. My brother's got an eye like a hawk." The club's front door opens and Robby McEwell enters carrying a box in his hands. "Special delivery!" He brings the box over and sets it on the stool next to Rebecca. She watches eagerly as he opens the box and pulls out one of the posters. "These are awesome!" exclaims Rebecca. "Don't you think Jake?" "Yeah, man, you did an awesome job. Saturday night is gonna be a big hit." "You're right about that," Robby says. "Listen, I gotta get back to the studio, but I'll call you later, okay?" He kisses Rebecca on the lips before heading out. CONTINUE--->
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