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Setting: Santana's apartment.
Mason: (Sitting down in her living room.) Friday's my father's birthday.
Santana: (She pretends to be absent minded about it to Mason.) It is? Oh, that's right.
Mason: And I'm throwing kind of a big wingding for it and I want you to help me with the
decorations.
Santana: Sure.
Mason: Great. (Gets up and starts to head for the front door when he sees something lying
on a table. He picks it up.) Um, what's this?
Santana: 'That' is a legal document.
Mason: Santana, I told you over and over again if you need legal advice just come to me.
Santana: I 'know' you said that, Mason, but I like giving my friends jobs.
Mason: Well, that's very nice but a simple contract now and then will not build a practice for
Bill Larwin.
Santana: Well not everyone can be as dynamic as you.
Mason: (Laughs) You said that, not I.
Santana: Am I too obtuse of all of this, are going to be running for D.A. office after all?
Mason: (Teasing) Get serious, Santana. Why would anybody want to be some petty City
official when he's already a Capwell?
Santana: (She's not amused and speaks in a condescending tone.) You're right. Why
achieve when you don't have to?
Mason: (Offended by her tone.) Now don't patronize me, Santana.
Santana: Look Mason, you are already a Capwell. There's nothing you can do about that. But
you can do something on your own. You know, like make a contribution to mankind.
Mason: (Sarcastic) And what exactly do you have in mind? You want me to become the next
Albert Schweitzer? How about Louis Pasteur? Maybe Jonas Sulk? (Santana looks annoyed
and Mason softens his voice.) I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that.
Santana: (Sharply). No, I didn't!
Mason: (Sounding downhearted.) You're right, you know. I'm going to have to do something
with my life pretty soon or I'll be drummed out of the family.
Santana: (Concerned) You 'are' still worried about your father's birthday.
Mason: Can't help but worry about it.
Santana: Look Mason, your father would never disown you. He 'loves' you. (Mason doesn't
look convinced.) Will you stop being 'so' negative?
Mason: I'm just being realistic.
Santana: Listen to me. You are very important to your father. I mean, you're the only one of
the Capwell children that can take over his business when he retires. He needs you.
Mason: No. C.C. Capwell doesn't need anybody and he'll probably never retire.
Santana: Oh, come on. You're wrong about that. I mean if you'd only try to work with him a
little bit closer-
Mason: Whoa, whoa, whoa, backup. My father and I have never been close, on anything.
Santana: Well, why not?
Mason: He doesn't trust me, enough, doesn't trust anyone. Last night for example, he spent
the entire night out with some woman but wouldn't admit it to me. All he would say was that he
had a very relaxing evening.
Mason: Well no, even C.C. Capwell is entitled to a
roll in the hey now and then. I just can't imagine what
sort of woman he'd go for.
Santana: Well, what sort of woman do you think?
don't think any of them meant anything to him. I can't imagine anybody taking her place with
him.
Santana: What happened after he divorced Pamela?
Mason: Well, after he had divorced my mother he became a real man about town, a different
woman every night. Every one of them was out to snare him.
Santana: Until he met Sophia.
Mason: She turned his head around fast, dropped them all after he met her. Broke a lot of
hearts when they got married.
Santana: And what happened to Pamela?
Mason: Oh, I still hear from her from time to time. You know, letters, phone calls, that sort of
thing.
Santana: Well where is she now?
Mason: Mallorca. I think she wanted to get as far away from Santa Barbara as she possibly
could. I don't think she ever got over losing C.C. Capwell.
Santana: Do you ever think your father will ever find another woman?
Mason: Nah. I doubt it. But if he did she'd have to be something very, very special.