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Setting: Hart is in a boxing ring somewhere in limbo where he's attempting to box his way to better health. In the background the theme from "Rocky" is playing. Cassie is crying at ringside in one corner. Angela is in the other corner standing next to an open coffin with the name Hart Jessup inscribed on it. Hart: Oof, Ow...Oh Cassie, It hurts so bad. I have to stop. I can't go on. Cassie: NO!!!! You can't give up Hart, you have to keep fighting. For Me, for Tammy, for RJ for Peter. Hart: Peter? Who's that? Cassie: Your son with Bridget. The one who likes dinosaurs and toy trucks? Hart: Oh Yeah. I forgot him. Hey Angie! I made up my mind sweetie. I'm going back to Springfield. But give me your number and I'll give you a call if this thing with me and Cassie turns out to be a bust, okay baby? Angela: Hart, you can't resist your destiny. The Highest Power has given his order, you must die. Hart: The Highest Power? You mean God? Angela: No, The Executive Producer. Hart: I always thought they were one and the same person. Cassie: Ok Bimbo, give Hart one good reason not to come back to earth with me! Angela: Well, for starters, Dinah is still down there somewhere. Hart: um....Cassie, she makes a good point there. Cassie: You'd die just to avoid seeing Dinah again? Hart: Being anywhere near her is a fate worse than death. Cassie: So what happens if she ends up getting killed while she's on the run from the cops? You'll be stuck with her up here. Then what do you do? Angela: Actually, we have a final resting place reserved for Dinah in a much warmer location. Hart (continues to pathetically jab at punching bag): I'm so confused. What do I do? Promoter: Excuse me young man, I couldn't help overhearing your dilemma. I also noticed you have one heck of a right hook. I need a fighter like you. I'm a famous boxing promoter and as luck would have it, one of my best boxers is currently--shall we say --" taking a leave of absence". I need somebody to take his place. Hart: How long will he be gone? Promoter: One year or until his next parole hearing. Hart: Sounds good, I always liked boxing. Promoter: One question first. You don't beat up women or throw TV sets at prison guards do you? Hart: Nope. Promoter: You've never bitten anyones' ear off? Hart: Nope. Promoter: Then, just sign this contract on the dotted line. Hart: (reads contract): Wait, this says that if I want to be a world champion, I have to agree to sell my soul to you. Promoter: Just a legal technicality. Don't worry about it. Now lets talk money. Hart: Ok, but I want 100%. Promoter: That's fine. How about if you do 100% of the fighting and I get 100% of the money? Hart: That is one sweet deal, gimme that contract. Cassie: Hart, he wants to run your life, take your money, steal your soul and bleed you dry. He's the devil! Angela: He's worse than the devil, he's Don King! Hart: (to Angela) Sweetie, I gotta pass on this eternal rest thing for a while. Give me your phone number and I'll call you. we'll do lunch at Company or something. Hart (To Cassie): Sweetie, what can I say. You're the greatest. I gotta go sweetie, Don is waiting. Cassie: Hart, wait! What will I do? How will I live without you? Hart: You'll be alright. I'm giving you the farm and all the horses. I'm splitting all my money between you and Bridget. I'll even give Shayne and Tammy my gun collection. I left the bullets in them and everything. You guys will be fine. See ya Sweetie. Hart fades away with Don King at his side. Cassie: I suppose you're happy now, you creepy, overlit bimbo. Angela: No, I just wasted two weeks of my afterlife in that dumpy little town you call home. If I didn't have to hang around and wait for Reva to die from her fatal disease, I'd be outta here. Cassie (hands Angela a script marked "REVISED"): Read it and weep, lady. Angela: They scrapped Reva's disease? How could they do that to me? She's cheated death so many times, I though we had her. I thought that woman finally would be worm food. Cassie: Too bad for you, Now get lost! Angela: You tell Reva that whenever she crosses a bridge, I'll be there waiting for her, just in case. Fade to Intensive care unit where Hart is bedridden Cassie: Hart? Honey? If you can hear me, I have to tell you something (sniff). You know when I first came to Springfield, My life was a mess. Rob was in jail, I lost Tammy, I was stripping and helping Alan and Annie break up Reva and Josh. You were the best thing to happen to me and I.... Hart: Can we speed this up Sweetie, I'm dying here. Cassie: Oh, sorry. I just want to say something. (sniff) Hart: Go Ahead. Cassie: (sniff) I love you and I have to let you go. It's time for you to leave. Paul Rauch: Hey, that's my line! Well...except for that "I love you" part, anyway. Hart dies clutching an unemployment application in his hand. Meanwhile outside, Rick and the specialist are briefing Blake on Hart's condition. The specialist ignores the unmistakeable beeping sound of a flatline monitor, indicating Hart's heart has stopped beating. Blake: How's my brother? Specialist: He's breathing. That's a big plus as far as I'm concerned. Blake: Whats that noise? Specialist: Uh oh.....Oh...Ahhh...It's the microwave, that's it. My...uh...My fishsticks are done. Well I gotta run, Springer's on. You can finish here Dr. Bauer. (leaves quickly). Rick: I'm sorry Blake. Hart isn't getting any better. He's braindead, he'll never be the same again. Blake: But, he was braindead before the surgery, even before the shooting. Lillian: (enters wearing headphones and carrying a pink walkman) "I'm a nurse...nurse...nurse...I have a purse...purse...purse" Oh, sorry. Lizzie and I were making up happy little hip hop songs today. Just call me Funkmaster Lil. By the way, I just checked Hart's room and he's dead as a cheap valentines day carnation. Frank arrives from headquarters. Frank: Whats going on here? Harley: Oh its so sad. Hart just bought the farm. Frank: Now, why would he buy his own farm? Ben: She means he's dead, Deputy Dawg. Look, here's a buck, why don't you go buy a clue. Frank: Who was the last person to see him alive? Rick: That would be Cassie or me. What are you accusing us of? It was Dinah who shot him. Frank (sarcastically): Yeah, tell it to Judge Williams, if you can find him. You're both under arrest for murder. Frank Hauls off Cassie and Rick in handcuffs. The stress of losing her brother gets to Blake. She swoons and collapses in a heap in Ben's arms. Nurse Angela walks over to Blake, checks her vital signs and smiles that sweetly menacing smile of hers. Angela: See you soon Blake.
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