And Then Came Love Page #2

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Tragic, on your honeymoon.

-I've gotta go, Ma.

-Give her Artie's number.

Mom, I'm happy the way things are,

plus I have a boyfriend.

[WHlSPERlNG] Get your priorities in order.

A child needs a father.

I got here as soon as I could.

What happened?.

Sit down, please, Miss Davidson. Relax.

JULlE:
Well?.

-Jake started a fight.

-With who?.

-With Horatio.

-ls he okay?.

-Jake's fine.

Horatio's a little bruised.

Naturally, his parents have been notified.

Luckily for you, they're very understanding.

-Especially given the situation.

-What situation?.

-This isn't the first time.

-Well, with Horatio picking on him--

He started it.

He told Horatio that his father

was one of the New York Yankees.

-Oh?.

-During the winter, it was the Knicks.

-Why is this the first I've heard of this?.

-Do you have a neurologist?.

What?. Wh--?.

Of course not. Why would l?.

These types of learning disabilities

run in the family.

Oh, come on.

One in three families

has a learning-disabled child.

He's an active 6-year-old.

Come on, none of them can sit still.

-Boys will be boys, right?.

-Wrong.

It's worth looking into now,

before it's too late.

Medication can do wonders.

Okay, no. My son is not doing medication.

I need to see him now.

Well, whatever you decide...

...please know that violent outbursts

won't be tolerated here.

Next time, we will send him home.

And three strikes....

JULlE:

I don't believe this. How dare she?.

As if I don't have enough on my mind.

I hate this outfit.

This color is making me nauseous.

Miss Missy.

What does she know anyway, right?.

Wait till she has kids. She'll see. Punks.

I'm telling you,

it's that Horatio kid.

They say it's supposedly

one of the top schools in the city. Pah.

-I'm writing to the director. Medication?.

STUART:
Julie.

Calm down, sit.

Sit.

Every parent gets called in.

It's a rite of passage.

Do you think it's too early to drink?.

I mean, who'd do that for a living anyway?.

Could you imagine cold season?.

A roomful of toddlers mewling

and puking in the nurses' arms.

They say it can run in the family.

-They?. Who?. What can run in the family?.

-The experts.

Everybody in my family

is above average lQ.

Top of their class. Learning-disabled?.

Stuart, could a person

with a learning disability...

...get a 1 560 on their SATs,

go to a top law school?.

Is this a trick question?.

-It's him.

-Who?.

That donor.

I picked good genes.

I picked lvy League genes, or so I thought.

Jules, you didn't really believe

the B.S. he put in that profile, did you?.

Well, yes, it was verified.

It was a very reputable clinic, Stuart.

I did my homework. I checked it out.

I'm sure you did.

You're just more trusting than I am.

That's why you sleep at night.

What if he's a drug addict?.

Or an alcoholic?.

STUART:

Or an actor?.

Stuart.

Or a drama critic?.

"Williams College,

graduated with honors.

Wants to be a civil lawyer

to protect the under-served.

Dad's a corporate lawyer,

loves reading and sports.

Donating sperm to share the gift of life.""

That's too good to be true.

Larry, it's Julie Davidson.

I need you

to track down someone for me.

It's, uh, personal and strictly confidential.

JULlE:
"'Someday,' he says to me,

'maybe you'll headline in Harlem.'

I squint like I can read the letters

up on the Savoy marquee.

Instead of 'Musclehead,'

they spell out 'Happy Feet."'

What happened in school today?.

I want you to read me

another book, Mommy.

Ohh. I can't. Mommy's really tired.

So?. I'm not.

Miss Missy said

you and Horatio got in a fight.

-He started it.

-Well, what did he do?.

He said my picture was stupid.

That's a mean thing for him to say,

but no reason to hit him.

You gotta use your words.

I did, I swear. I said he was stupid.

And then I counted to 1 0.

And then I hit him.

Well, next time, you walk away, okay?.

Now, did you tell him

your dad was a Yankee?.

Yeah. So?.

-So?. That's not the truth.

-Prove it.

Time to go to bed.

JAKE:

You're mean.

JULlE:

Yeah, Mom's so mean.

Why can't my daddy bring me

to the Yankees like Horatio's?.

Well, you know our family

doesn't have a daddy, you know that.

-You and I go to the Yankee games.

-It's not fair. I want a daddy.

Well, I wish

I could've given you a daddy...

...but there were no daddies available.

And Mommy wanted you so badly

I told the doctors I needed you right away.

Because you're the most important thing

that ever happened to me.

LARRY:
Julie, the guy you're looKing for

is Paul Cooper.

Last Known address: 34 Butler Road,

Scarsdale, New YorK, 1 0483.

But you didn 't hear it from me.

I wanna Keep my license.

Good lucK, sweetheart. Larry Matthews.

Paul?.

Um, Dad?.

-Can I help you?.

-Um....

I sure hope so.

I ' m trying to track down Paul.

-Paul Cooper?.

-Are you with the police?.

Oh, no, no. Of course not.

I'm Julie Davidson.

With Metropolitan.

The number-one news and lifestyle

magazine on the East Coast?.

A little too liberal for my taste.

But, uh, come in.

So, um, what do you want with Paul?.

Research for a story I'm writing

about lawyers.

Then I'm the one you should speak to.

Charles Cooper.

I'm sure you've heard of me.

No, it's Paul.

Then you're a lousy reporter.

Or you're a cop. And I'm thinking cop.

Because you look like a detective.

Thank you.

I'm not a cop.

Then what I don't get is...

...why would you wanna do a story

on a lousy loser?.

A bum.

A dropout.

I write about choices.

Even stupid ones?.

Look, you're not to use my name in this.

I don't want any further embarrassment.

Do you understand me?.

You've got nothing to worry about.

We haven't really heard from him in a while.

He sort of moves around a lot.

He's a freeloader. That's what he is.

His cell phone got disconnected.

[CHUCK CHUCKLES]

I didn't pay the bill.

I see.

Excuse me.

Do you really wanna talk to Paul?.

I don't even know anymore.

Listen, it's not easy being the son

of the mighty Chuck Cooper.

I should know.

He's living in Jersey City now.

Here's his address.

[HlP-HOP MUSlC PLAYlNG]

MAN:

Hey. Hi.

-Hi.

-Can I help you?.

Not unless you're Paul Cooper. Are you?.

Who wants to know?.

I'm with Metropolitan Magazine.

Look, I was gonna head across the street

to get a drink.

-Join me?.

-Sure.

MAN:
What did you say your name was?.

-Julie.

Shoot.

Oh.

Can I buy you a drink, Julie?.

Sure.

I'll have a glass of white wine, please.

And I'll have a Scotch.

So how can I help you, pretty lady?.

Um, I'm a reporter.

-For real?.

-Yeah.

And I'd like to ask you some questions.

Who's your friend?.

This is, uh, the very pretty....

Julie.

She's trying to pick me up.

Well, you are indeed the man,

Johnny Mac.

Wait, wait.

Aren't you Paul?. Paul Cooper?.

Not in this lifetime.

[BARTENDER AND PAUL CHUCKLlNG]

I can be whoever you want me to be,

sweetheart.

-You're looking for Paul Cooper?.

-Yeah.

That's him right there.

Mind if I join you?.

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