I’ll be really glad to get away from you
Claudia: So, a sponge bath. They said a sponge bath is just what you need. It’s not every day you get a sponge bath. Come on, Jason.
Jason: Don’t touch me.
Claudia: Hey, sunshine, I need to do this. It’ll probably work a whole lot better if you get naked.
Claudia: They said on the phone the best thing to bring down your fever was a sponge bath.
Jason: I don’t care what they said. I’m not taking my clothes off.
Claudia: Just your shirt. Okay, your motorcycle boots.
Jason: No, no –
Claudia: I’ll wash your feet.
Jason: No, I might need them. No.
Claudia: Jason, what — where? Why? Why would you need them? Where do you think you’re going?
Jason: Who knows where I might go –
Claudia: You’re not going anywhere. Look, let’s get this straight, okay? I’m not doing this for a thrill. You have a great set of guns on you there and I appreciate a man who keeps fit. But I’m not going to swoon and jump your bones.
Jason: Just stay away from me.
Claudia: We’re locked in here, Jason. I’m trying to follow the doctor’s orders. I’m trying to help you. Why are you fighting me?
Jason: Just stay away from me.
Claudia: Jason, come on, it’s just a –
Jason: Spinelli!
Claudia: Or you could just drop dead from a fever. That works for me, too.
Spinelli: Oh, a million pardons. The Jackal was unaware the Vixenella was administering –
Jason: I want you to hack into the health department’s computer and get this quarantine lifted. I need to get out of here as soon as possible.
Claudia: Don’t even think about it, Spinelli. None of us is going anywhere.
Claudia: Pay attention, okay? You caught a contagious illness from a 30-second exchange with the pizza delivery guy.
Spinelli: And the Jackal contends that the messenger of doom did actually get the order wrong.
Claudia: If you leave this apartment now, while you’re still sick, you could endanger an entire city of people and –
Jason: I want her gone, Spinelli. Make it happen.
Claudia: You know what? I don’t care what Spinelli hacks into. I’m not going anywhere until I’m told that it is safe to leave this apartment by somebody who knows what they’re talking about.
Jason: Then I’ll go.
Claudia: Oh, that’s great, Jason. You’re going to let the fact that you hate my guts, for no apparent reason at all, endanger the lives of an entire city? That’s just — you know what? That’s just absolutely crazy and it’s infantile and stupid.
Spinelli: Stone Cold, Vixen only wishes to alleviate your discomfort –
Jason: That’s enough.
Claudia: No, it’s okay, Spinelli. Thank you. Thank you. Jason would rather fight with us than get better. And you know why? Because your Zen master here, he has a really hard time processing the idea that being sick doesn’t mean he’s weak. And he can’t get over the fact that it hurts his pride, that a word nerd like yourself and a woman are perfectly healthy. We seem to be immune while he’s laid up sick as a dog. So he’s taking it out on us. And it’s just infantile.
Spinelli: Despite your best intentions, you are the daughter of one cold’s sworn enemy, which is doubtless why he feels compelled to evict you from the premises and deny you access to his burning flesh.
Jason: Spinelli, please.
Spinelli: Though my master should maybe consider temporarily surrendering the moniker of Stone Cold for something more fitting to his current persona, like molten lava or hot rock.
[Claudia laughs]
Claudia: What do you say, rock?
Jason: That’s — that’s real funny.
Claudia: Sorry.
Jason: Don’t hack into anything. We’ll just have to wait till this — this whole thing’s over.
Spinelli: Okay, that is a great relief, indeed. The Jackal will now monitor your temperature.
Claudia: I wasn’t kidding. Someone has to cool him down.
Jason: That’s not going to happen.
Spinelli: Yeah, despite my longstanding camaraderie with my master, I do value my own life.
[Phone rings]
Jason: Yes, you take my temperature. Make it quick. Spinelli, could you just –
Spinelli: You told me I could.
Jason: Can we just –
Claudia: Hello?
Anthony: How’s my daughter?
Claudia: I’m fine.
Anthony: I understand you’re locked up with a very sick, vulnerable man.
Claudia: So?
Anthony: Jason Morgan rendered weak as a little kitty catty. This must be Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. And you get to give your daddy the present. Guess what it is.
Claudia: Argyle socks.
Anthony: You’re going to kill Jason.
Claudia: Why would I do that?
Anthony: Jason Morgan’s head on a platter is your ticket back into the family business. And because it would make your daddy very proud of you.
Claudia: It’ll do you good.
Jason: I didn’t ask you to cook.
Claudia: I opened a can of soup and heated it up. That’s as domestic as I get. Come on, it’s yummy. Chicken broth, that’s all you had. What, you actually think I’m going to poison you, Jason? Really? Mmm. You don’t trust anyone, do you?
Jason: Not you.
Claudia: Okay, I’ll try to act offended. Wonder how Spinelli’s research is coming.
Jason: I’m sure he’s doing just fine.
Claudia: You trust him, right? He worships you, and you’re sweet with him, in your own way. Maybe he’ll find out something useful, like how long this thing is going to be contagious or when we can get out of here.
Jason: Maybe we can make it that you leave. You can leave any time you want.
Claudia: I don’t want to contaminate anyone, but I’ll be really glad to get away from you.
Spinelli: Stone Cold, a breakthrough. Remember how you ordered the Jackal to monitor Ian Devlin’s offshore accounts, postmortem? There’s been activity.
Jason: Have you got a lead on who Devlin is working for?
Spinelli: The Jackal does not wish to mislead. What — what appeared in the computer is merely a clue. It may be nothing more than –
Jason: Stop, stop. That enough. You can go away.
Claudia: I’m kind of trapped here.
Jason: Well, go upstairs.
Claudia: Fine.
Spinelli: Stone Cold, there’s — there’s really no need for secrecy. Someone made a withdrawal from Dr. Devlin’s account and deposited it into a second numbered account. The Jackal, as of yet, has not identified the owner of said account, but it is possible that whoever it is has no connection to the shooting of the littlest mobster.
Jason: Who Ian Devlin did business with is a suspect in Michael’s shooting.
Claudia: When did he fall asleep?
Spinelli: Just a few minutes ago. The Jackal has a request of Vixenella.
Claudia: Sure, what do you need?
Spinelli: Might you monitor the master’s condition in my absence?
Claudia: Where are you going?
Spinelli: The Jackal must do further research and is finding it difficult to concentrate. A headache, no doubt arising from worry, tension, and lack of sleep, is starting to take its toll.
Claudia: Sure, go upstairs. Go get some rest. I’ll watch Jason for you, okay? You just –
Spinelli: I must warn you, though. I fear the master’s condition is worsening. Maybe a call to the hospital is warranted.
Claudia: No, I don’t think so, Spinelli. If his condition changes, I’ll call you, okay?
Spinelli: Okay.
Claudia: He’ll be fine.
Spinelli: The Jackal is most grateful, as would Stone Cold be if he weren’t ravaged with fever.
