Cass and Kathleen are all dressed up and going out. Dee wants to be entertained.
Peter: why one earth would you invite people for dinner anyway, Donna? Donna: For fun. Peter: I don't FEEL like having fun. I feel like being alone. Donna: Peter, we've been in a vacuum for MONTHS. Peter: Fine, then you have dinner with them. Donna: Darling, you LIKE them. You've worked with him. Peter: We were never that close. Donna: But you have so much in common. Peter was convinced to remain and be polite. Blaine arrived Sandyless. She's surprised he's not there.
Perry and Sandy are in Carl's office looking for secret information. Sandy encouraged Perry by saying that if Carl weren't stopped he might try to get the Corys through Nancy. Perry told him to check the desk. It belonged to his grandfather. He wants to look himself. They pulled out an empty drawer with a false bottom which they knocked out. They found a list of names. Recognizing none of them, they looked at photographs instead. (Carl's father's name was Anthony.) There was one of Carl and his father. Perry: I suppose it could be at their chalet in Lucerne. Sandy: Their WHAT? Perry: They used to have a chalet together. Sandy: In Lucerne? (Sandy's mighty quick on the uptake, is he not?) Perry: Sandy, it was a long time ago, I don't even know if it's there any more. I think he lost it. (How does one lose a chalet? P'r'aps it'll turn up in the lost & found.) Sandy called Zurich and left a message for Mac to call Donna's. (He knows it by heart!) Perry wandered out with the photo while Sandy was still on the phone.
Carl called someone and arranged to have a woman close to the edge pushed over (carefully) in the guise of an accident.
Emily being in jail.
Cass and Kathleen are happily motoring along. Cass says the night is young.
Tom yelled at Alice. She doesn't like everyone trying to rearrange her life. She wants to forget about her problem. Alice wants her to talk to someone.
Dee is BORED and unappreciative of their efforts to be nice to her. What do they do for fun around here? In Bay City. Wallingford: Sometimes the fun finds us. It can be in the form of a gorilla, or a horse swindler, or a PSYCHOPATHIC killer -- you never know. That's the fun of it. Dee told him of slam dancing. Wallingford put on some music. (Heaven. I'm in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek. When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.) He asked her to dance. She said she wouldn't be caught dead dancing with him. Enter Felicia, bearing hot chocolate. Wallingford left, his feelings hurt terribly. Felicia told Dee she thought she should be taught a lesson about how ladies behave.
Sandy told the dinner party about the Hutchins chalet. Called Paradis. Donna thanked them for coming. She told them Peter's OBSESSED with Emily. She wants Sandy to talk to him. Mac called. Sandy told him Carl could be at Paradis.
Alice is losing a patient. She's lost a lot of blood. It's EMILY.
Tonight Kathleen says they don't talk about money, business, the Tuna, or Dominique. Cass has no objections. To a perfect evening. Kathleen feels sorry for Dee. Cass says being an adult is infinitely preferable to being young. They got up to dance. Kathleen feels wonderful. In time it became apparent to Kathleen what Cass had meant by adult so she told him (calling him Cass, sweetheart) to get into bed and in a few minutes she would come in out of there. Cass did. COMMERCIAL. She told him to close his eyes and not to open them until she told him to. Kathleen said she only hopes that this evening will be one he'll remember for the rest of his natural life. Count to three, she said. One. Two. Two and a half. Three, he said. I think she left. Kathleen? Kathleen? KATHLEEN? He said panic rising in his throat.
Felicia told Dee off. She said Wallingford had only been trying to make her feel like she belonged there. And she understood why her family packed her off to other people to have them look after her. She said she couldn't be a real lady until she learned how to recognize a real gentleman when she saw him.
Peter got a call from Alice. Emily's in critical condition. He has to go.
Carl got a call saying it was done. He's dining alone.
Donna called Alice to find out what had happened. Emily slit her writs. Sandy pointed out they won't allow you anything sharp in jail but nobody listened. Donna and Blaine are somewhat in shock. Poor Peter said Donna. Poor Emily said Blaine. Donna's afraid her little talk yesterday put Emily over the edge. She asked Sandy to take her to the hospital. Blaine said she'd go too.
Carter wants to talk to Tom. They're upset and confused. Tom doesn't want to talk about it in the hospital. Carter stopped Alice and said he needs someone to talk to too. He doesn't think Tom cares or anyone understands that it is his baby too. She says Tom's scared. Carter says he is too. He wants to know if he has any rights in this mess.
Dee apologized to Wallingford. He thinks she did it just because of Felicia. Wallingford: She put you up to this, didn't she? Dee: Not really. Wallingford: Felicia thinks she has to protect me, but she doesn't. I know exactly why you made that remark about not wanting to dance with me. Dee: You do? Wallingford: Yeah. I used to talk like that myself. We have a lot more in common than you know. Dee: Like what? Wallingford: Well LOOK at us. Now I don't want to hurt your feelings but we both look pretty different, right? So people assume we are. Dee: So, I heard them cracks behind my back. Wallingford: Behind your back, huh? Aren't you the lucky one. I have them laughing in my face. My folks were always so afraid I was going to be hurt, so you know what they told me? Stick with your own kind. Protect yourself. Dee: So how come you didn't? Wallingford: I may look different. We ALL look different. But I figure that deep down inside I felt the same way as anybody else. But if I STUCK WITH MY OWN KIND I'd never find out for sure. Dee: So you left home. Wallingford: I love my folks but I had to find out for myself. He said he went out into the world and people were unkind so he got so nasty retaliating he hated himself. She asked if he could forgive her. He said he already had.
Kathleen is fleeing Cecilesward. "An unbelievably arrogant, ARROGANT man, Cass Winthrop. You think you can buy a bottle of champagne and then into the sack? In a RESTAURANT? (Cass seems to have dibs on a private dining room at the Northwoods Inn. I suspect him of having his own that bag back there full of bed.) Probably it's just like good old Dominique. Well. I may be in love with you, and deep down I may've wanted to -- BE with you. A little. BUT NOT THERE. And I am not Dominique. I am Katie McKinnon. And if we ever did -- if we ever do, you're going to know it's special because it's ME."
Cass is presumably still at the Northwoods Inn. "She is crazy. She's absolutely CERTIFIABLE. My clothes, my keys -- EVERYTHING. How could she do that? I did everything exactly the same." A waiter summoned. "Yes, sir?" "I know this looks a little strange, but could I talk to you for a moment?"
Peter feels responsible for Emily's suicide attempt. Donna said he wasn't to blame. Peter said she didn't know. Donna said Emily was disturbed. Alice hove into view and said the news was not good.
Dee's being very polite and happy and congenial. Wallingford and Felicia are speculating on Cass & Kathleen's date. They think it's going all right. Kathleen stormed in. With Cass' clothes. "Is that what's left of him?" Dee asked. Cass arrived. (I wish I knew what he was wearing. Something the waiter procured, doubtless.) Cass: HAVE YOU TOTALLY LOST YOUR MIND? Kathleen: Your keys are in your pocket. Cass: Are you going to explain to me? Kathleen: ME explain? How could you -- I am not going to explain anything. I will not discuss it. Cass: What is with you? I mean, a polite no would've sufficed. I would then've calmly driven you home. I am a gentleman. Kathleen: (derisive exclamation) That's the best laugh I've had all night. That's the ONLY laugh I've had all night. Cass: Well that's one more than I've had. Kathleen: Look, I am home on the job to help take care of Galatea here, so you can just BUZZ OFF, go on back to your own home. Dee: What'd she call me? Wallingford: I'll explain later. (Galatea was Pygmalion's statue, for the uninitiated.) Cass: Hey, you don't have to help me take care of anyone. I'll take care of Dee myself. Felicia: Okay, hold it everybody. Well it's obvious that this has been a PERFECT evening and it PROMISES to be better but this is where I check out. Goodnight, all. Cass: That's the most intelligent thing I've heard all night. Sounds like he left.
Blaine and Sandy are discussing Donna and Emily. Sandy suspects someone arranged for Emily to have something sharp in the hope that she'd put it to its best use. Or someone actually did it. He's going to find out if Carl could've been behind it. Blaine is not to wait up.
Alice says Emily is still critical and unconscious. But stabilized though they've had to give her 2 pints of blood already. Peter: Alice, the baby. What about the baby? Donna: What are you talking about? Alice: So far the baby's still alive. Donna: THE BABY? OH MY GOD, A BABY (in a whisper).
I seem to suddenly remember when Blaine and Sandy were getting married this necessitated building some form of grand (but snug) log-cabinish house. Curious.
I also remember that with Cecile a simple no never sufficed. In the summer he haunted her house and every chance he got kissed her rather a good deal until she resigned herself to the seemingly inevitable.
What is unnatural life? When folk say things about remembering things for the rest of natural lives it sounds vaguely sinister. Like soon they'll be on vast life support. Ouch.
Not only did Kathleen not complain about having nothing to wear to bed (unlike Sally), she made off with Cass' clothes. I hope she got away with the coat too. How very enterprising.