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Date Posted: 04:46:41 10/15/01 Mon
Author: Renee
Subject: Jason and Robin - Walk Down Memory Lane - remnants of ITALY (yeah, we had it FIRST, tehehehe)

(Scene opens with Jason, coatless, gazing at the night sky. Robin follows him onto the porch shivering even with her coat.)

ROBIN: What are you doing out here?

(Jason stands behind Robin and holds her.)

JASON: I was waiting for you. You know, if we didn’t live together, I'd definitely be at the bridge right now.

ROBIN: There are a lot of bridges like ours in Italy -- carved stone, every time I would cross one, I would look out in the water and think of you.

JASON: You know what I like about our bridge? It’s that you can’t see the water at night. It’s just dark, like there’s nothing below.

ROBIN: Hmm.

JASON: Nothing but the sky to look up at.

ROBIN: Yeah. Just like we’re the only two people in the world.

JASON: You know, Carly said that tonight. Yeah, she was -- she was talking about the nurses ball, when I carried you offstage. She said I looked at you like you were the only person in the world. You were then. You and Sonny were real to me. Everybody else was just noise.

(Robin turns to face Jason still in his arms.)

ROBIN: How did my name come up?

JASON: She didn’t know why we were together. And I’ve been trying to explain, but, you know, that’s pointless. You know, I can tell someone that I met you on a bridge, and I can name everything you ever taught me. And I could say, "I love you." It’s just words, Robin. No one knows what it means to me except for you, because you taught me what love was. I missed you the whole time you were gone.

(Robin is snuggled in Jason’s arms. He sighs as he lets her go.)

JASON: Uh -- I haven’t been able to fix things with Carly and Michael the way I thought I could. Now, if that means you have to leave, I’ll hate it, but I’ll understand.

ROBIN (sighs): Whoo. I don’t -- I don’t know why I ever leave you. I mean, it never fixes anything. I never love you any less or think of you any less. And no problem ever got solved from me running away from it. I do not like living with Carly, but I think that I can stand it for a while longer, if that’s what you need.

(Jason strokes Robin’s cheek with his thumb and then pulls her to him and wraps his arms around her.)

JASON: Thank you.

(Scene fades out. Fades back in with Robin and Jason leaning against the porch railing, facing each other, talking.)

ROBIN: So what happened while I was gone? Besides Carly spraining her ankle, redecorating my house, and conning you into buying her a fur coat. I swear, I will never understand your relationship. As far as I can tell, she sees you as nothing more than a blank check.

JASON: Yeah. Well, she likes to buy things. Don’t ask me why. It’s not like I don’t have enough money, so why shouldn’t I just let her buy what she wants?

ROBIN: Well, I could give you a million reasons why. But since they would only matter to me, there’s really no point.

JASON: Do you want a fur coat?

ROBIN (smiles a little): No. Well, maybe I should let you buy me one anyway just to drive her crazy. I’d have to hide it from Felicia, though. She’s anti-fur.

JASON: I thought she was anti-Carly.

ROBIN: Felicia and Carly got in a fight?

JASON: No, not really. Felicia was at the garage, asking me some questions, and then, you know, Carly came in with the coat. And it’s that thing where two people are pretending to be nice to each other but they’re not -- you know, kind of like what you and Carly do?

ROBIN: What was Felicia asking questions about?

JASON: Moreno. Felicia got herself in kind of a mess down on Courtland street.

ROBIN (with alarm in her voice): Define "mess."

JASON: You know, Robin, it’s probably better that she gives you the details herself. She’s fine. She just came to me because she thought I know something.

ROBIN: Do you know something?

JASON: Nothing that can help Felicia

JASON (pauses and looks away for a few moments): I'm just trying to figure out how to explain this. You remember when I went to pick you up from Brenda’s marriage to Jax, and we got that time, that blowout, and we had to stay at the bar in Pennsylvania?

ROBIN: Mm-hmm.

JASON: And I had this letter in my pocket that I never sent you.

ROBIN: Yeah.

JASON: Right, OK.

ROBIN: I still have it.

JASON: You do? Well, I wrote how when you first left, I got into a lot of fights. OK? And bar fight are always the same. It’s always somebody wanting to fight, someone who’s angry who pushes the other person. Now, that other person has to hit back or leave the bar. That’s what’s going on with Moreno. He’s pushing me until I fight back.

ROBIN (anxiously): Pushing you how?

JASON: He refused to see me, and his men beat Johnny up.

ROBIN: Is Johnny OK?

JASON: Yeah, he will be.

ROBIN: Wait a minute. Why did you have to -- why did you have to meet with Moreno?

JASON: I didn’t meet him, and it doesn’t matter. And I didn’t do anything when Johnny was beaten. I just went to the garage. I wallpapered the nursery, and I had to tell myself it’s what I had to do. It’s hard, Robin. It’s so hard because maybe some day, I’m going to have to fight.

(Jason makes it clear that he is torn. Frustrated on one hand at not being able to retaliate but trying desperately to keep peace.)

ROBIN (pleading): Please don’t. We are on our front porch with no guards here. We live in a house with windows that aren’t bulletproof, with a baby upstairs who is safe. This is what I wanted for us, and I am not ready to give that up yet.

(Scene fades out. Fades back in with Jason reading to Michael and Robin in her robe at the top of the stairs watching and listening to Jason and Michael.)

MICHAEL: Da-Da.

JASON: Yes. OK, then. No more Germany. I’m tired of Germany, too, so we’re going to read the book that Robin brought us, OK, about the Pallio. Now, this is a race, a horse race, that has gone on for hundreds -- hold on -- hundreds of years, and we have to be quiet because we don’t want to wake Robin up, OK?

ROBIN (walking down the stairs): Too late, I heard you when you came downstairs.

JASON: I'm sorry.

MICHAEL: Da-Da.

JASON: Yeah.

ROBIN (walks over the couch and sits with them): Don’t be. I’ve missed learning about foreign cities at midnight. And I can actually help with this one because I’ve been to Siena. Maybe someday the three of us can go there together.

MICHAEL: Da-Da.

JASON: Yes. Yes, in the summertime we’re going to go, OK?

ROBIN: Right, for the Pallio.

JASON: All right, Buddy? All right, here we go.

MICHAEL: Da.

JASON: Now, "The Pallio -- "You listen to me OK? -- "dates back to medieval times. This famous racehorse, through the streets of Siena, embodies centuries of tradition and fierce rivalry." Now, you see that, Michael? Right there, that’s one of the racehorses. They run this race through the street of the town, and the streets are so narrow that the people who live there can just open their windows and look down, and there’s a horse race going by.

(Michael coughs and looks around.)

JASON: Uh-oh. You OK? You tired of this? No? OK, I'm going to keep going now. "Each summer, the city is flooded by visitors from around the world who come to view the pageantry -- "Give it to me, give it to me -- "and immediacy of this colorful event. While races of this nature were common in the middle ages, the Pallio -- "Can you say that, Pallio? The Pallio alone has endured through the centuries. Yes, it has, OK, we’re tired of that page. Which page you want to go to?"

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