Marci X Page #2

Mr. Feld, you are an

extremely sick man.

Now, no visitors,

and nurse, get rid

of that television

and I need 10 cc's

of Valium right now.

Oh, thank you.

For your father.

Oh.

-Ben...

-What?

I'm going to put you

in complete isolation

for two weeks

for your own good.

No cell phones, no faxes,

no lnternet, nothing.

Like the '80s?

I'm warning you, Ben.

If you have any more

stress, it could kill you.

Sweetheart, please,

just go.

You don't think

the rules apply to you, do you?

Ben, you're in real danger.

You're a very sick man.

Thank God you're rich.

You're here in this hospital

and you're going to stay here

until I release you.

Sorry.

Marce!

Oh, Marci,

I can't believe it!

Are you all right?

Is your dad okay?

Have you bathed?

Look, chocolates!

Did you get a chance

to bathe yet?

They're for you...

and your dad.

But I feel so useless.

I love my father so much

and I can't even help him.

And he doesn't... he doesn't

really want me to try.

Why not?

He said he wished he had a son.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe I'm not strong enough

or smart enough.

Maybe I am just a socialite.

Excuse me?

Just a socialite?

You serve on the boards

of three major museums.

You are a guest editor

at Vogue, Vanity Fair,

and Mademoiselle.

And last year alone,

you raised over seven figures

for literacy, muscular dystrophy

and cancer.

In this town, you are cancer.

No, but this involves law suits

and spin control

and the whole worldwide

entertainment industry.

Which is your life.

You introduced Princess Diana

to Mother Teresa

at your bat mitzvah.

They had cake.

Well, not Diana.

Time Magazine has declared you

the most charming white woman

in America under 50.

Oh, except we're

talking about rap.

And, you know, the inner cities

and censorship and the cultural

legacy of black people.

Well, I happen

to adore black people.

-Word.

-Word up.

Word perfect.

You can get anybody

to do anything you want.

It's your gift.

Yeah, yeah,

yeah, and my dad

is being isolated.

But I've only got two weeks

until the hearings.

So get out there...

...and show your father

just what you're capable of.

You say, "Watch out, America,

here comes Marci."

Yeah, I'm going to go see

that Dr. S,

in person, on his own turf.

I'll explain everything

and we can work together.

Marci cares.

Marci loves.

Marci saves her father's life.

-Yay!

-Oh!

So where is this Dr. S?

Uptown.

-Uptown.

-All the way.

Yeah, someone call

for a doctor?

You say you want the power,

the power to see

You say you want the power,

the power to be

You want to see the power,

then give it a glance

Come on, I got the power,

the power in my pants

You say you want the power,

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