A Change in Direction

Video Clip: A Change in Direction

Time: Later that same day

Setting: Mexican Food Restaurant

Characters: Mason and Kelly

Premise: Kelly invites Mason to join her in lunch because she's worried about him.

Kelly: (Sitting at a table looking at a menu, she looks up as Mason walks in) Glad you could make it.

Mason: Yeah, it worked out. Dad still has that problem with the rig, and Santana wanted to see him, so I slipped out.

Kelly: I called because I'm worried about you, Mason.

Mason: Oh, I was afraid of that. Let me assure you that this morning was an aberration; you caught me at a bad time. I'm back to my old self, debonair, charming, as usual.

Kelly: (Giggling) How's work?

Mason: Oh, fine. We're incarcerating vermin right and left.

Kelly: Hmm, and your political campaign?

Mason: Well, that's strange that you should ask.

Kelly: It's not strange.

Mason: Yeah, it is strange because I-umm, I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Maybe you've been reading my thoughts. Now, I doubt that, actually.

Kelly: Is it going well?

Mason: Umm, what do mean?

(A waiter approaches and asks for their order.)

Kelly: A tostada.

Mason: Ah, I think I'll have something a little more graceful. Mmmm, chicken flauta.

(The Waiters collects their menus and walks away.)

Kelly: Mason, I'll make telephone phone calls, stuff envelopes, I'll do whatever you want for the campaign.

Mason: Thank you. (Fidgets)

Kelly: Is it going well?

Mason: The campaign? (Kelly nods) Very. But I've been thinking about it a lot because I may not be going with it.

Kelly: What!?

Mason: (Chuckles) I'm not sure I what to be district attorney.

Kelly: Why not?

Mason: Well, it's the first step to what dad hopes is a dazzling political career, and I'm not sure I want a political career, dazzling or otherwise.

Kelly: I thought you wanted to be somebody big. Like governor of California or Senator maybe.

Mason: I thought so too, for a while.

Kelly: But no longer?

Mason: I honestly don't know.

Kelly: You've done some heavy thinking.

Mason: Yes. By the way, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell our father of any of this.

Kelly: I won't.

Mason: Good, thank you. One of the thoughts that has been festering in my brain, is the fact that should I win the election, should I actually become district attorney, everyone would know that it was Capwell money that bought the position.

Mason: (Chuckles) Oh, I know.

Kelly: Daddy will be very disappointed if you don't run.

Kelly: Mason! He's been talking about this for years!

Mason: Yeah, first to Channing, later to me.

Kelly: You know, you don't need to keep comparing yourself to Channing.

Mason: Mmm, no I don't need to, I do it compulsively. Some people like to pull the wings off flies; I like to compare myself to my godlike brother. You know, Dad called him the toast of two continents. Some times a phrase like that gets burned into your brain like a...a brand on a bull.

Kelly: I think this is just a bad day for you. I think it has a lot to do with you not getting enough sleep.

Mason: Yeah, I whooped it up all night.

Kelly: Did you like it? What's her name?

Mason: Oh, Miss Patricia Hampton. Well named, come to think of it. A night with her is like a week in the country. But our father thinks of her like a tramp.

Kelly: Oh, you're fine. Your taste in women is fine. Look, you do exactly what you want about not running for district attorney.

Mason: (Chuckles) I think you're saying I have your permission to be me.

Kelly: Exactly.

Mason: You know me a good deal better than I usually allow myself to be known, Kelly. I would appreciate it if you'd keep your insights to yourself, that you didn't even tell your soon-to-be husband, Peter.

Kelly: You can trust me. Do you like Peter, Mason?

Mason: Yeah, quite a lot. I only wished that he liked you as much as he likes being one of the Capwells. (She looks taken back by that). Now, once we've started being honest with each other, Kelly, we can't just go back to being polite. Can we?

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