FROM THE VAULT: ADDIE'S LAST EPISODE: # 2164, JUNE 28, 1974.
Writers: William J. Bell, Pat Falken Smith, Bill Rega
ACT ONE: INT. WILLIAMS' LIVING ROOM
(TIGHT SHOT ON ADDIE, A WARM, LOVING EXPRESSION ON HER FACE, PULL BACK TO SHOW ADDIE PLAYS WITH AN OLDER SIX MONTH OLD CHILD, HOPE, ON THE FLOOR IN WILLIAMS' LIVING ROOM, HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME)
ADDIE: Your father's right, darling...You are pretty wonderful. But then, so is he. Aren't we a lucky pair of girls to have him? (AND ON HER HAPPINESS, FADE TO BLACK)
ACT TWO: INT. DOUG'S PLACE
(DOUG IS ALONE, PRACTICING FOR THE EVENING CROWD. IT'S AFTERNOON. BRING JULIE INTO HIS PLACE, MOODED BY HER SERIOUS DISCUSSION WITH BOB. SHE WATCHES DOUG FOR A MOMENT, HER EYES DEEP AS SHE LOOKS AT HIM. THEN SHE APPROACHES PIANO. DOUG LOOKS UP, GRINS AT HER)
DOUG: Well, well. Look who's here...Another lady who walked in off the street.
JULIE: I'm surprised to find you're alone.
DOUG: You mean Jeri Clayton? She's cooling it for a while. Guess she had a few problems.
JULIE (her own meaning, low): Doesn't everybody?
DOUG: Not me. I'm sitting on top of the world. (Grins impishly at her). That'd make a good song title, wouldn't it? (Peers at her unsmiling face). Come on, fair lady, nothing can be that bad.
JULIE: Don't bet on it. This fair lady's feeling pretty low.
DOUG: You've come to the right place. Old Doc Williams will lend you his shoulder. (He looks at her, sobers as he thinks of a reason for her mood. Beat.) Mary's still doing all right, isn't she?
JULIE (nods): The hospital reports are very good.
DOUG: I can imagine what a relief that is to Phyl and Bob.
(THE MENTION OF BOB'S NAME REMINDS JULIE OF WHAT SHE CAME TO TALK ABOUT AS WELL AS THE "ACCIDENT")
JULIE: She's sitting up, feeling fine...apparently remembers very little of what happened. (Beat). I wish I could say the same.
DOUG: Not easy to shake a...near-tragedy like that, Julie.
(A LONG MOMENT AS THEY LOOK INTO ONE ANOTHER'S EYES, AND JULIE IS WELL AWARE DOUG SUSPECTS WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED, ALTHOUGH HE DOESN'T ASK)
JULIE: Sometimes I wish my memory center was a little vague...like Mary's.
DOUG (gently): It's over, Julie. You'll have to try and put it out of your mind.
JULIE: That's easier said than done, I'm afraid.
(A BEAT. JULIE SHUDDERS SLIGHTLY AS THE WHOLE THING FLASHES BACK IN HER MIND. BEAT).
JULIE: Do me a favor? Play "The Look of Love?"
DOUG (shaking his head): No way, lady. Any other favor, but not that.
JULIE: Why not?
DOUG: I sang it the night of Mary's accident...dedicated it to you and Addie. And I had the weirdest feeling when I was singing it. I told Max it felt as if someone was walking on my grave. (Puts on a shudder for her). I'm going to lay off that number for a while.
JULIE: That's a little scary, isn't it?
DOUG: You better believe it. (Beat as he looks at her). Besides, Bob told me that song sometimes brings tears to your eyes. That isn't good, Julie.
(A LONG MOMENT AS THEY LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER, KNOWING WHY THE SONG MAKES HER CRY, BUT IT'S ALL SAID IN EYE PLAY. BEAT, UP BUT GENTLY)
DOUG: The way I figure, there's no room for a sad song in your life or mine.
JULIE (low): Isn't there?
DOUG: In case you haven't noticed, we've got it made. You have yourself quite a husband, Mrs. Anderson. Bob's one hell of a man.
JULIE (low): I know that, Doug.
(AND NOW SHE'S ABOUT TO TELL HIM OF HER PRIOR DISCUSSION WITH BOB, BUT BEFORE SHE GETS THE CHANCE, DOUG GOES ON, VERY UP)
DOUG: And as for me, a guy never had it so good! A wife I adore, a baby who has me twisted around her little finger. I can't really believe it could happen to me.
JULIE (low, looking at the obvious happiness on his face): Obviously it has.
DOUG: No more sad songs, from now on it's upbeat.
(JULIE LOOKS AT HIM, REALIZES NOW SHE CAN NOT CONFIDE IN HIM ABOUT THE DIVORCE SHE AND BOB DISCUSSED. AND SHE ALSO REALIZRS THE DOOR IS AS PERMANENTLY CLOSED AS EVER WHERE DOUG'S CONCERNED. DOUG DROPS A PIECE OF MUSIC ON FLLOR, BENDS TO PICK IT UP. NOTE: TENTATIVE CUT: IN TIGHT ON JULIE'S EYES, AND FOR ONE MOMENT SHE HEARS):
DOUG (pre-recorded, whispering voiceover): "The look of love is in your eyes...the look...(fading)...that time can't erase..."
(END TENTATIVE CUT. SHE SHAKES HER HEAD, PUTS FINGERS TO HER EYES IN CASE THERE HAVE BEEN SUDDEN TEARS, AS DOUG SITS BACK UP ON PIANO BENCH)
JULIE: You're right, of course...no more sad songs. My marriage to Bob is perfect, just as yours is to Mother.
DOUG (smiling at her): As I said, I'm sitting on top of the world. Care to join me?
JULIE: Why not, we're two very lucky people, aren't we?
(VERY QUICKLY, LEST SHE SHOW HER EMOTIONS, JULIE TURNS, EXITS. DOUG LOOKS AFTER, SURPRISED).
ACT THREE: INT. WILLIAMS' LIVING ROOM (A LITTLE LATER. OPEN ON ADDIE AND HOPE STILL PLAYING ON LIVING ROOM FLOOR. AD LIB WITH ADDIE AND THE BABY UNSTIL SHE HEARS: SOUND: KEY IN LOCK. DOOR OPENS, DOUG ENTERS. HE HAS ROSES FOR ADDIE, A TOY FOR HOPE)
DOUG: Ta da! Your friendly neighborhood husband and father is home.
ADDIE (smiling at him): Ta da yourself! And just in the nick of time.
DOUG (going to her): How's that?
ADDIE: You can help me up off the floor. It's a little late in life for me to take up yoga.
(SHE RAISES HER ARMS TO HIM, HE HELPS HER UP, THEY EMBRACE, KISS. BEAT, SOFTLY, LOVE VERY EVIDENT)
ADDIE: Hello, Mr. Williams.
DOUG (his love evident, too): Hi, Mrs. Williams. (hands roses to her) Flowers for my favorite wife.
ADDIE: They're beautiful. You're much too extravagant.
DOUG (airily): Naturally. (bends to baby). And for the most gifted, wonderful, beautiful daughter in the world.
(HE HUGS AND KISSES HOPE, SHE RESPONDS, EAGERLY TAKES TOY FROM HIS HAND .DOUG SMILES RUEFULLY AT ADDIE AND THE BABY. REACTS MORE TO TOY THAN HIM. BEAT)
DOUG: That didn't take long. I think we're raising a golddigger.
ADDIE: Why not the way you spoil her? (puts flowers in vase). Both of us.
DOUG: I can't think of another wife and daughter who deserve it more.
ADDIE (to baby): You see, darling? I told you before how lucky we were to have such a nice man around the house.
DOUG (solemnly): You're so right. I am pretty wonderful.
ADDIE (smiling fondly at him): Um hmmm. And modest, too.
(AS ADDIE FUSSES WITH FLOWERS, DOUG SITS ON FLOOR, PLAYS WIT BABY. WE FEEL HOW JOYOUSLY HAPPY THIS FAMILY IS)
ADDIE: Mother called earlier.
DOUG: How is she?
ADDIE: Fine. She told me Mary Anderson will probably be leaving the hospital in a day or so.
DOUG: Julie said she was feeling much better, when she stopped by the club for a minute.
ADDIE: How was she?
DOUG: Seemed a little low.
ADDIE: I'm not surprised...after that awful accident up at the lake.
DOUG: It was pretty rugged.
ADDIE: I kept thinking about poor Phyl, how horrible it's been for her. Imagine almost losing a daughter in a tragic mistake like that.
