| "Less Than Perfect" |
| Transcript By: KatR |
| Less Than Perfect Season 9 Episode #203 -Fade in- In the living room beverly ann is walking in with a large box of books, Blair and Casey are sitting on the couch. BA: Here you go Pippa. (She walks over to Pippa and Andy who are sitting at a table) There ought to be something in these old books you can use for your report (sets the box on the table) P: Gee Bev thanks BA: I got the whole box for a dollar from Old Mr. Edwards last year. Well not really from him he was dead at the time. I went to the estate sale he was quite a history buff A: Confessions of a Flapper Girl. What’s a flapper girl? P: A girl who flaps BA: Casey, this is just a suggestion but you might enjoy television more if you turned up the sound B : No he wouldn’t C: she has a contract law exam she has to study for B: this way we can spend more time together (yawns) C: Pretty passionate stuff I don’t know if the kids should be here for this J: Nat that movie was terrible. I mean come on he took a hatchet out of his pocket and chopped off his hand N: He was just trying to illustrate one of life’s ridiculous situations (hangs up her coat) J: I could’ve stayed home for that. (She turns to see Blair and Casey on the couch) Oh look I have one right in front of me. Hello Casey…Hi Blair C: Jo B: Have we met? J: You know I have those figures for the childcare for the shelter upstairs. I want you both to take a look at it while I’ve got you here. B: Oh Jo not tonight, I’m too tired. J: Oh come on it will just take a sec (Jo runs upstairs) N: The Scarlet Shame, The Roadside Trollop A: Let me see BA: Just remember these books have already killed one person (Bev and Nat gather the books from the table) A: Yeah, but what a way to go. (Andy and Bev exit; Nat sits down with Pippa) P: Nat I’ve gotta do a biography on a great American industrialist. Andrew Carnegie, John Jacob Aster, Famous Amos…somebody like that. N: Your problems are solved. Blair Warner great-grand-daughter of Norton Lindley Warner, Father of modern textiles, is right here in the flesh. C: Wow! Can I touch you. P: Blair would you let me interview you for my report? B: Well I… (Casey interrupts) C: Go ahead Blair I’ve got an early day tomorrow. Try not to stay up too late you look beat. (Casey grabs his coat and he an Blair walk toward the door) Will I see you tomorrow? B: I don’t know when. I have a Warner foundation meeting after class and a facial at 4 and…(Casey moves the hair out of her eyes) Maybe I could cancel the foundation meeting. (Jo comes back downstairs) J: Go those files… C: Uh too late Jo…sorry J: Well great, when are we going to get together? N: Try the beauty parlor 4 o’clock. C: Well good night… (Leans toward Blair) B: Good night. (Casey kisses her head, nose, and mouth. Then leaves) J: Can’t he figure out where your mouth is (Blair looks at Jo annoyed but says nothing; she just looks tired) P: I reckon he likes you Blair B: Do you really reckon so? (Casey bursts back in) C: Sorry, I gotta use your phone. That stupid car of mine won’t start again. (Blair moves toward Casey) B: Oh, well it’s late I’ll give you a lift home. C: Oh no you don’t have to do that you need your rest (he says concerned) J: Why don’t I just take a look at it? B: (Insistently) I’ll just…I’ll trust drive Casey back myself. J: (Helpfully) Really…it’s no problem. N: Jo what size building has to fall on you? (Indicating Blair wants to be alone with Casey) B: Oh, I’ll be back Pippa I promise. (she says as she grabs her coat and she and Casey walk out the door) -Fade- (It’s now dark Pippa is laying on the couch as Beverly Ann comes down the stairs) BA: Pippa, it’s after midnight…You know what happens when you stay up this late,…I get cranky. P: But I’m waiting for Blair she…Blair? (interrupted with the opening of the door. It’s Tootie home from her date) T: No, it’s me. What are you guys doing up so late? (She turns on the downstairs lights) P: Uh well Blair’s going to help me with my homework as soon as she gets back from taking Casey home. BA: That was over two hours ago…that isn’t like Blair at all… (The phone rings) T: I bet that’s her she probably ran out of gas or something. (Tootie picks up the phone) Yes…yeah this is her address…she drives a red Porsche…(Shocked) Oh God No! (shaken) Uh..Oh yeah right away (Lowers the receiver and turns to face Pippa and Bev. She catches her breath…) There’s been an accident… -Fade- (hospital: everyone is awaiting news on Blairs condition in the waiting room. Jo is standing by the elevator. Casey comes running up) C: (Out of breath) How is she? J: We don’t know yet they’re still working on her… T: Casey…she’s going to be okay…I know she is. (She walks over to Casey) C: What happened? T: She must have fallen asleep driving home and she drove her car right off the road and hit a tree. (Casey turns away) J: You okay? C: Yeah…I just had to run all the way over cause of my car…my car. I should’ve junked that damn car weeks ago…Why’d I let her drive me home, I knew she was tired? J: Casey she wanted to…nobody was going to stop her. (Jo says compassionately) C: Where are those doctors? Why don’t we know anything yet? Huh? J: She’s in emergency they’re working on her. (Pippa and Andy enter with coffee) P: Here you go everybody coffee. T: Thanks Pippa (doctor comes around) D: Uh,Warner? (Everyone answers at once) E: Yes…yes sir (doctor looks a little overwhelmed by response) D: I’m Dr. Nichols, Blair is a very lucky young woman…she’s going to be okay. (They all relax a little, Casey is leaning against Jo in relief) There are no broken bones, no internal injuries, but she’s pretty bruised and she did sustain some trauma to the head. So we’ll want to keep her under observation for a few days. (Jo interrupts) J: So, when can we see her? D: Well she’s sleeping now it will probably be awhile before she wakes up and then she probably won’t be in a very good mood. N: It’s okay we’re used to that. BA: Thank you Doctor that’s good news. Well…I suggest we all go home and get some sleep too. (The group gathers their things) T: Lord, what a night…(Jo turns to Casey) J: You need a lift/ C: No thanks…no lifts…I’ll walk. (Touches Jo’s arm and then follows the group out) -Fade- (Blairs’ room) Jo opens the door and sees Blair asleep with a bandage across her forehead she runs her hands over the covers, looks at Blair again and then turns to leave. Blair stirs… B: (weakly) Jo? (Jo sits on the bed) J: You know there’s a Maple tree on Park Street that doesn’t like you too much. B: Yeah…well it had quite a nerve waking me up like that. (Jo laughs) You know the worst part about falling asleep at the wheel…I didn’t get to see my whole life pass before my eyes. J: Well that would have killed you for sure. (Blair laughs but you can tell it hurts) Sorry you probably shouldn’t talk. B: No I want to…would you turn on a light? J: Yeah… B: I want you to tell me what I look like…No jokes. J: Well…you’re pretty bruised up, you’ve got a bandage on your forehead, fat lip… I like it. B: Would you mind filling my water pitcher for me? J: No ( Jo takes the pitcher off the food tray and goes into the bathroom. Blair picks up the tray, sets it in her lap and then tears the bandage from her forehead. She is visibly shocked by what she sees a jagged cut swollen across her forehead. Tear well up… Jo comes back and sees Blair’s shock and stands a little shocked herself.Blair sees her) B: I guess I better cancel my facial today. Don’t you think? (Her voice is a little shaky) J: Maybe B: I suppose I ought-a cry or scream or something…I don’t feel like it…funny huh? (Jo tries to comfort) J: Look, Blair…I’m sure it’s not as bad as it looks right now… (Blair interrupts with a story) B: When I was six years old…my momma bought me this little white dress…it had a little white hat, little white gloves, little white shoes. (Makes hand gestures of putting on the hat and gloves) I looked perfectly perfect. She told me…she told me, to be very very careful and not get dirty…because one spot would ruin the whole outfit. (Jo looks on with compassion as her friend tries to keep from crying) I was so careful.. J: Blair (softly) B: All it takes is one slip, one second, and your whole life changes forever… (Jo interrupts) J: You know you should really put that bandage back on your head. (Blair panicked) B: Jo, you gotta promise me you won’t let anyone no about this. J: (whisper) What? B: I wanna tell them on my own…on my own time… (Jo gets up) J: Come on Blair this is not the end of the World…you’re gonna heal, and besides there’s always a plastic surgeon. Don’t you Warner’s keep one of them on retainer? (jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Blair almost desperate) B: Jo…Promise me you won’t tell anyone. (Jo looks at her and whispers) J: I promise. (Blair’s nods her head in acknowledgement) Look I’m gonna go… (Blair waves) You should get some rest. (Jo looks again at Blair and then closes the door. Blair is still looking at her reflection in the tray becomes angry throws the tray and then sobs quietly to herself. -Fade- (Blair’s hospital room the following morning. Natalie is bring in flowers, Bev is arranging those already there, Tootie is by Blair’s bed and Blair is on the phone with her mother. N: Can you believe this more flowers? The woman has only been in the hospital for 12 hours. (Nat picks up a card and reads it) Best Wishes for a speedy recovery…The Bank of New York. (She and Tootie smile) B: Thanks, but I don’t need anything…Here hold on (Hands the phone to Bev) BA: Monica, oh the doctor says she’s fine…uh, no I didn’t see his degree but he had on a white jacket and everybody called him doctor. Okay…I’ll pick you up at the airport, you just call me. Oh…would you mind snitching some of those little bags of nuts for me? Okay, Bye thanks (Hangs up the phone. Blair is clearly uncomfortable) T: Blair, you know what might make you feel better…How bout if I brush your hair? B: Don’t bother…it matches the rest of me… (Casey enters) C: Is anybody home? N: Hey Casey! C: I didn’t know this was B-Y-O-F…(walks toward Blair; she hides her face) Here’s a card for you… B: Thanks… C: It has flowers on it. B: It’s beautiful…(looks away) T: You know there’s only supposed to be two visitors in her at a time… BA: Oh your right…maybe we should go. (Walk toward door) N: Great, I’ll stay here with Casey and Blair T: Natalie (gives her an are you crazy look) N: Oh it was a joke (the three exit) C: You don’t look so bad…(Points to the bandage on her forehead) What happened here? B: (quickly) Typical hospital over re-action C: Well…Thank God you’re ok. You’ll be outta here in no time. We’ll take good care of you…Get you some rest…get you some driving lessons. (Blair is looking at Casey’s card, looks up suddenly) B: Casey, I think we should stop seeing each other. (Casey is shocked) C: Excuse me… B: I know there’s no easy way to say this, but I think we should break up. C: Is it the flowers? Cause there’s a florist downstairs I can be back in 5 minutes. We’ll make up. B: No, no, no, no…I’ve been…I’ve been thinking about this a long time…and I guess th accident just gave me…the perspective I needed. C: This accident gave you a bump on the head. Did it make you forget everything that’s been going on between us? B: I’m not saying we haven’t enjoyed each other’s company…I’m just saying (starts to break) that uh maybe I’m no the woman you want… C: Why don’t you let me decide what I want? B: I really think we should stop before we get any closer and end up disappointed in eachother. C: Sorry… but I’m not buying that…(Blair’s getting frustrated) B: All right… what I really meant to say is…(Looks at him with anger) Maybe your not the guy I want. (Casey is visibly hurt) C: I see…slumming time is over… B: That’s not what I meant. C: Well thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule for me Ms. Warner…(angry walks towards the door) B: Casey (softly) C: Hey forget it…I get the picture. (He walks out and closes the door leaving Blair alone) -Fade- Back to the house Pippa and Bev are on the couch and Jo goes to answer the door. It’s Casey… C: Hi…can we go somewhere to talk… BA: You two stay here, Pippa and I have some research to do. (They gather their stuff from the couch. Pippa addresses Casey) P: Oh Casey if you go and see Blair tonight tell her not to worry about my report I’m doing it on Ephram Sticl;e, the Cheese Whiz… BA: My uncle… (The two head off) J: So…she told you C: You knew…(Jo nods) Wow I’m really blown away I walk in and suddenly she doesn’t wanna see many anymore ( Jo looks confused) J: Wait that’s what she told you? C: Yeah…she wants to break up…I think she blames me for the accident. J: Look Casey I need to get some water…you want any? C: No thanks, I never drink when I’m depressed. (Jo goes to the kitchen leaving Casey alone; nat and tootie are cleaning up when Jo walks in) J: Hey guys… T&N: Hi J: Look I need some advice…(Nat and Tootie look at one another) T: From who? J: From you, both of you… N: Okay T: Sure (they head to the nearby table) J: Have you ever known me to break a promise? T: Never N: One of the all time great promise keepers… J: Hypothetically speaking…If you make a promise to help a friend, but it ends up hurting that friend… Isn’t it better to break the promise that way you’re helping instead of hurting which is why you made the promise in the first place. (Tootie is nodding) N: Tootie are you throwing your voice? T: (nosey) Do we know this friend? J: I can’t answer that… N: Well, it just seems to me that you should do whatever you can to help Blair out…hypothetically speaking of course… J: Even if it means she might not forgive me… (Nat and Tootie look at Jo all three unsure) -Fade- Blair’s hospital room…Casey comes in surprising Blair who is reading a book… C: What were you going to do hide out in here forever? Maybe wear bangs the rest of your life… B: I’m going to kill Joe (angry but relieved) C: Well you have to get by me first…I can’t believe you’d give up a very promising relationship because your afraid to face me with a scratch on your head. (Blair removes the bandage visibly upset) Okay…that’s definitely more than a scratch…in fact it’s one damn pretty ugly looking thing, but it’s no reason to stop seeing each other. (Nurse comes in) Nu: Visiting hours are over sir… C: That’s Doctor Miss do you mind? Nu: Oh, sorry doctor you’ve got ten minutes (she leaves) B: Don’t you get it Casey everything has changed…I’m not the same person…I’m not Blair Warner anymore C: Your not making any sense. B: Blair Warner was…was a flawless beauty…(He smiles) I’m not…The doctor says I can get plastic surgery in a week but even then there will always be…a scar. C: Oh I see…a permanent scar…maybe your right I guess we should stop seeing each other, but let’s stay friends okay..bye (Walks out, and Blair lowers her head. He comes right back) That’s what you expected me to do isn’t it…to just walk out on you right? Give me a little more credit lady. B: Casey, I know what you’re trying to prove…but lets face it I’m damaged goods…I spilt something on my white dress… (She’s getting angry) I’m less than perfect. C: Oh, I hate to break this to you, but you’ve always been less than perfect…believe me I could right a book about how less than perfect you are… B: Really? (Shocked) C: Yeah…for one thing I never liked you nose… B: You don’t like my nose? C: That’s not the point… the point is I love you anyway…(Blair is surprised by the words) Oh God who said that? B: You did… C: Yeah…I did okay…I love you Blair just the way you are right now…and a scar here, here or her isn’t going to make any difference. (He points to different parts of her body and then sits next to her and rolls up his sleeve to expose a scar) Look, in third grade Porky Peterson knocked me off my bike, six stitches I never even cried. B: My mom bought me a bike; she wouldn’t let me ride it…she was afraid I’d get hurt. (laughs to self) C: A couple years ago I went rock climbing for the first time…slipped off a ledge slid down the whole mountain it was great. (Shows Blair the scar) B: That’s disgusting. C: Sure it is…but do you love me any less… or at all for that matter? (says in a upset voice) B: Yes… C: Which one? B: I love you very much. (Casey leans in to kiss Blair the same way he did earlier, they pull back and Blair looks at him puzzled) What is this about my nose? (both looking at eachother) -Fade out- Credits Roll |