Davy: Hey, mate! What's the matter?
Mike: Hmm?
Davy: You've been sitting here for a few minutes without speaking. That usually means that something's eating at you.
Micky: Maybe it's something he ate earlier. (Micky tapped his drums for the joke)
Mike: Oh, I've just got some things on my mind is all.
Peter: Like what?
Mike: Nothing.
Micky: That's not a `nothing' look Mike. (Mike just sat there) Hey, we've known you for quite some time. We got to know you in the early years to know when you're in `serious' thought.
Davy: Is there trouble with your marriage?
Mike: No. Katie and I are really cool with each other. The baby is doing well and so is Katie.
Micky: So what's eating you?
Mike: Nothing you guys would want to hear.
Peter: Try us.
Mike: Maybe later. If we're going to do this reunion, we'd better get busy and start practicing.
Micky: I'm not practicing until you tell us what's buggin' ya.
Mike (Sighing): If I tell you all something, do you promise not to tell anyone else? (They nodded) I mean it! No one needs to know about it.
Peter: You can trust us, Mike. We've been friends for a long time and that's what friends do; trust each other.
Mike: I don't know where to begin.
Davy: How `bout the beginning? It always works for me. (They laughed)
Mike: I got a strange phone call this morning from a woman. She wanted me to meet with her at "Asher's" for a drink.
Davy: I think I know where this is going. You got a kid you didn't know about right?
Mike: Not quite, Davy. I mean, that thought crossed my mind because you know I was never faithful to Pam. But when I met with the girl, I found out it was something totally different. She turned out to be my sister.
Peter: I didn't know you had a sister.
Mike: Neither did I, Pete. She surprised me with the news.
Micky: How could you have a sister you don't know about?
Mike: My dad left me and my mother when I was 10. He must have found someone else along the line because I wouldn't have a sister if he hadn't.
Micky: How come you never talk about your parents? I mean, we've met your mother but you never talk about your dad.
Mike: He's a nightmare I put out of my head after he left us; `til now.
Peter: What happened?
Mike: You guys don't really wanna hear about this do ya?
Davy: Yes mate. If ya don't talk about it, it might affect your performance. And we can't have that.
Mike (Depressed sigh): He was a mean man. My mom said they got married to keep him from having to go into the military. He wanted to be a police officer; not be in the army and it worked. (Mike sat and thought about it) Never mind! C'mon! Let's get busy and do this practice.
Peter (Knowing Mike didn't want to go on): Tell ya what, Mike. You talk to us about it when you think you're ready ok? We won't force ya too.
Davy: Peter's right, mate. C'mon! Let's warm up our voices! I'm anxious to get started.
Micky: Me too.
Peter: Still remember how to play the drums Mick?
Micky: It's been a while but I think I can do it.
Davy: Good! Now that we have that all settled, let's go for it! (The four Monkees picked up their instruments and began to play the music)