AIRPLANE. FRANKIE IS SITTING IN HIS SEAT, LOOKING DULLY OUT THE WINDOW. HIS EYES ARE RED AND SWOLLEN. EVE HAS THE WINDOW SEAT, AND IS FILING HER NAILS.

EVE: (LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW) Frankie! Look! There's Salem!

FRANKIE: Uh huh.

EVE: Isn't this exciting? We're home!

FRANKIE: To bury my sister.

EVE IMMEDIATELY REALIZES HER MISTAKE AND LOOKS CONCERNED. BUT SHE KEEPS GLANCING OUT THE WINDOW, UNABLE TO HIDE HER EXCITEMENT. SHE TAKES FRANKIE'S HAND.

FRANKIE: In her last letter she was so excited... so full of life. You know, I just can't believe she's gone...

EVE: (ALMOST TO HERSELF) No one expects to be left alone, but one day, you wake up, and the person you were counting on is gone.

FRANKIE: I just don't understand how this could happen. She and Bo were going to get married. She'd found Nikki...

EVE: Her kid with Lawrence Alamain, right?

FRANKIE: That's right.

EVE: The guy who kidnapped you and raped little Miss Horton...

FRANKIE: And what about it? Carly was with him a lone time ago, in a different life...

EVE: Oh, nothing... nothing. I know she was really, truly, a good person.

FRANKIE: She was. And she was just... so happy.

EVE: It's when you're the happiest that things happen. You let down your guard and poof, everything's gone (SIGHS MELODRAMATICALLY) And you never get used to it.

FRANKIE: C'mon Eve, don't you think you're being a little cynical?

EVE: No. Some people, like me, can never be happy. (SIGHS AGAIN). I just know something's going to happen to you, out in the bush... someday.

FRANKIE: Eve...

EVE: And then you'll leave me all alone. Alone again.

FRANKIE: Would you stop it? I won't leave you Eve.

EVE: (RESTS HER HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER AND LOOKS UP AT HIM, EYES WIDE) Really? You promise?

FRANKIE: (KISSES HER HEAD) Promise. You've grown up in the past few years. You've changed so much.

EVE: You helped me, Frankie. You made it happen. I don't know what I'd do without you.

FRANKIE: You'll never have to find out, because I don't know what I'd do without you.

EVE: (SMILES TO HERSELF) Good.

EVE KEEPS HER HEAD ON FRANKIE'S SHOULDER AS SHE UNOBTRUSIVELY LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW AGAIN, HER SMILE GROWING.

CUT TO: CARRIE'S APARTMENT. JOHN KNOCKS ON THE DOOR. CARRIE OPENS THE DOOR AND LETS HIM IN.

CARRIE: Doing OK I guess. Come in.

JOHN: Are you on your way to work? I can drop you off. I'm going over to see Abe.

CARRIE: Thanks, but Abe gave me the rest of the week off because of Carly's funeral and Uncle Bo...

JOHN: Abe's an understanding boss. How do you like working for him?

CARRIE: (BRIGHTENING) I love it. It's just..

JOHN: Just what?

CARRIE: John, do you think Abe would give me more hours if I asked? With Billie moving out... the rent... and with all the problems, I just don't want to get someone I don't know for a roommate...

JOHN: I told you, I'd be happy to help out.

CARRIE: No, I want to do this on my own.

JOHN: OK, then there's no harm in asking Abe for more hours. I'm sure he understands shortage of money these days.

JOHN'S BEEPER GOES OFF.

HOLD ON JOHN'S EXASPERATION.

CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. THE OFFICE IS GETTING PROGRESSIVELY CLEANER EACH TIME WE SEE IT. JANET AND LT. MORGAN ARE PERUSING THE FORENSICS REPORTS.

MORGAN: Unfortunately. We haven't recovered any bullet casings, but we do have the bullet.

JANET: And?

MORGAN: It's a 9mm full-steel-jacket, a fairly common one, I'm afraid. Bo's gun could've fired it, but so could lots of other guns.

JANET: No prints, no fluids, no hair, fabric, nothing?

MORGAN: No, the rain didn't help us at all. And the shooter didn't leave much behind, not even the gun.

JANET: Smells like a professional, or at least a pre-meditated shooter to me. We know where he stood, and what he shot, but the rest is a mystery.

MORGAN: Sure is. And it's damn frustrating, especially since a fellow officer was shot.

JANET: And since the officer was the equally frustrating Bo Brady, it's even more difficult. That man has quite a knack for annoying people, judging by his file...

MORGAN: You can say that again. And not just the perps, either.

JANET: Since you mention perps... any you can think of that might have a grudge against Brady? Someone he roughed up, or harassed, any he sent to jail that just got released or on bail?

MORGAN: Can't think of any, but it sounds like a place to start.

A UNIFORMED OFFICER, PETERS, KNOCKS ON JANET'S DOOR.

PETERS: Here's the coroner's report on Dr. Manning... Sorry it took so long.

JANET: I'm beginning to get used to it... but I am going to have a chat with the Coroner's office.

PETERS: Yes, Captain.

PETERS TRIES FOR A QUICK EXIT.

PETERS: Yes, Captain...

JANET: I want a comprehensive list of any suspect or convict that Brady has arrested in the last 6 months that has recently been released or freed on bail.

MORGAN: Be sure to include notations regarding the circumstances of the arrest, the convictions if any, and any complaints about rough treatment that the suspect might have lodged.

PETERS: All Brady's arrests, especially any he might have treated unprofessionally? Phew... that's going to be a long list, Captain Yamada...

JANET: I've got time... and so does Lt. Morgan... We've got a killer to catch, and I'm damned if I'm going to miss one single clue.

PETERS NODS AND LEAVES.

JANET: Yes, it is. I'll be attending, and I think it would be a good idea if you, and a few of the other officers did as well. Pick a likely bunch, and remind them that this won't be an official police presence...

MORGAN: Plainclothes, no obvious holsters?

JANET: Exactly. I'm guessing there won't be any trouble, but I'd just as soon be prepared... just in case whoever did this decides they may as well make it a double funeral...

HOLD ON JANET'S PENSIVE EXPRESSION. AND OUT.

CARRIE'S APARTMENT. JOHN, CARRIE, IN PROGRESS. JOHN GETS OFF THE PHONE.

JOHN: Nothing they shouldn't have been able to handle without me. I can't understand why they can't make a simple decision without calling me every 5 minutes. I told them I didn't want to be interrupted.

CARRIE: They can't live without you (SMILING)... Those are the hazards of being a big businessman... Seriously, tho, do you know anymore about who shot Bo and Carly?

JOHN: Frankly, no. If anyone knows, they're keeping a lid on it. Maybe I'll head on down to the police station and see what I can find out before I hit Carver and Carver. You sure you don't need a ride anywhere?

CARRIE: No, go ahead. I'm going over to Grandma's to see if there is anything I can do to help...

JOHN: I don't know if there's anything any of us can really do to help...

CARRIE: We can try...

JOHN: Yes, we can...

CARRIE GOES TO JOHN AND HOLDS HIM. HOLD ON THEIR HUG.

CUT TO: SMALL NURSES' STATION/LOUNGE. SHAWN, CAROLINE, TOM, AND BILL ARE STANDING NEAR THE NURSES' STATION.

CAROLINE: Is he really well enough to come home? Should we be watching out for anything?

BILL: Physically, there's nothing more we can do, really.

BILL WRITES OUT A PRESCRIPTION AND HANDS IT TO CAROLINE.

TOM: Too bad we can't give prescriptions for emotional pain.

A NURSE, KAREN, COMES DOWN THE HALL WITH BO IN A WHEELCHAIR.

KAREN: It's hospital policy, Mr. Brady.

BO: Well somebody should change it then.

THEY STOP IN FRONT OF SHAWN, CAROLINE, TOM AND BILL.

TOM: You can go a bit faster than a little old lady, but hold off on the wheelies for a while, ok?

BO: Ok. (TO SHAWN) Pop. Larry in jail yet?

CAROLINE: Bo, please.

SHAWN: We'll get him, Bo, don't you worry. John and Abe and the whole police force are working on it.

BO: I'll make him pay for what he did if it's the last thing I do on this earth.

CAROLINE: Bo, please, honey. Don't upset yourself, you'll have a relapse.

SHAWN: Your mother's right, now. Much as we want to get him, we've got to leave this to the professionals. We'll have our day in court.

BO: No. I want to bring Larry in myself. I'm going to put him through hell, just like he's done to me.

TOM: Caroline, how is Shawn-Douglas doing?

CAROLINE: (RELIEVED) Oh, he's just fine. Aside from the stitches you'd never know he was hurt.

SHAWN: We're having a time of it keeping him quiet, though. He's having a lot of fun getting reacquainted with Stephanie.

CAROLINE: (LAUGHING) Even though she's just a girl.

BILL: (TO BO) I suggest you go on home and check on that son of yours. And try to stay calm and get some rest. You have a big hurdle in front of you tonight, I don't want to see you back in here.

CAROLINE: Bo, honey, the funeral arrangements are all done, I just have a few things to finish up.

BO'S CRUMPLES A LITTLE.

SHAWN: (TO BILL AND TOM) Will we see you there?

TOM: Yes, of course.

BILL: Now, go on home and get some rest. All of you.

TOM: And call me or Alice if you need anything.

CAROLINE: Thank you, Tom.

BO: Yeah, thanks, Doc H. Bill.

THE NURSE PUSHES BO TOWARDS THE ELEVATOR, HIS FAMILY FOLLOWING CLOSE BEHIND.

CUT TO: SALEM INN. THE HOTEL ROOM DOOR OPENS, AND FRANKIE WALKS IN CARRYING A SMALL SUITCASE. EVE IS DIRECTLY BEHIND HIM, PUFFING AS SHE DRAGS A MUCH LARGER SUITCASE, AND GLARING AT HIS BACK. FRANKIE PUTS HIS SUITCASE ON THE BED, WHILE EVE COLLAPSES ON HERS. AS HE TURNS TO FACE HER, HER GLARE TURNS INTO A BRIGHT SMILE.

FRANKIE: Eve... you shouldn't say things like that... we were in civilization... and a very ancient one...

EVE: Of course... I didn't mean that... I'm just tired and the room looked so inviting...

FRANKIE: You know, I hope everything's going okay back home... there was that problem with the sick goats...

EVE: Frankie, everything's fine back there. Besides, we have other things to think about...

FRANKIE: You're right... I should go over what I want to say at the funeral.

EVE: (STARTLED) Oh. Of course. That's what I meant.

FRANKIE: I know. (KISSES HER CHEEK). You're so thoughtful.

EVE: Yeah...

FRANKIE: And I'm really glad you thought to get adjoining rooms.

EVE: (BRIGHTLY) You are? Really?

FRANKIE: Uh huh. This way we'll have two closets -- one for the dirty stuff, and one for the clean clothes for the funeral.

EVE: (CHEWING ON A STRAND OF HAIR AS SHE ATTEMPTS TO KEEP SMILING) That's... that's why I did it, sweetie.

FRANKIE: That was really sweet. I remember a day when you would have done it so you could try to seduce me. (LAUGHS)

EVE: (LAUGHS) Oh, Frankie! That was so long ago. I've changed... You know that.

FRANKIE: And I'm really glad you've come to see my point of view about sex before marriage.

EVE: Oh... yeah. Of course. You are absolutely right. It's worth waiting for.

FRANKIE: I'm not going to make the same mistake I made with Jenn.

EVE: (STILL SMILING, BUT SHOWING THE STRAIN) Uh huh. I want everything in our relationship to be perfect.

FRANKIE: You know, it still amazes me how much we are in synch. We agree on practically everything.

EVE: Well... isn't that what being in love is all about?

FRANKIE: Yes. And I am so glad I have you here... with me. I don't know how I'd make it without you.

EVE: Thank you. It means... it means so much to me to know that you have faith in me.

FRANKIE: You've just changed so much... I think you've really reached your full potential. And soon, all of Salem will see what the real Eve Donovan is like.

EVE: (WEAKLY) Oh?

FRANKIE: They'll see a woman who is gentle, kind, thoughtful, courteous, and selfless.

EVE: Well, if they see me right now, they'll see a woman who's a mess! How about I go clean up and change, and then we'll go catch up with everyone?

FRANKIE: I don't know... why don't you clean up and change, and we'll see.

EVE: (KISSES HIM, STILL SMILING BRIGHTLY) Okay. Love you.

FRANKIE: I love you, too.

EVE PICKS UP THE SUITCASE AGAIN AND DRAGS IT, PUFFING, INTO THE ADJOINING ROOM. ONCE INSIDE HER ROOM, SHE CLOSES THE DOOR AND LEANS AGAINST IT, GRIMACING AND RUBBING AT THE CORNERS OF HER MOUTH.

SHE PULLS HERSELF AWAY FROM THE DOOR AND WITH A FINAL HEAVE THROWS THE SUITCASE ONTO THE BED, WHERE SHE COLLAPSES. AND OUT.

SALEM PD, SQUAD ROOM. MORGAN IS SITTING AT A TABLE GOING OVER A REPORT WITH ANOTHER OFFICER, THREE OTHER OFFICERS ARE BUCKLING ON THEIR HOLSTERS PRIOR TO HEADING OUT, A FOURTH IS AT A TYPEWRITER, WORKING ON A REPORT. JOHN WALKS IN.

OFFICER: Not bad, John, just gettin' ready to hit the street...

JOHN: Take care... good seein' you...

OFFICER: You too, John. Hey, we were all real sorry to hear about Bo, Dr. Manning, and the little boy.

JOHN: Thanks, I'll pass that along.

THE THREE OFFICERS LEAVE, AND MORGAN FINISHES UP AND SENDS THE OFFICER HE'S BEEN SPEAKING TO OFF WITH THE REPORT.

JOHN: Morgan, how's life? And how is your lovely lady?

MORGAN: She's great, still working with the kids at the community center and having a ball.

JOHN: Good to hear... she's a very talented dancer, it's nice she's been able to keep dancing, and help the kids.

MORGAN: Yeah, she loves it. Tell you what, I'll talk to Candice, we'll have you for dinner some night. Catch up.

JOHN: I'd like that, yeah, that'd be great.

THE OFFICER WORKING ON HIS REPORT FINISHES AND LEAVES.

JOHN: No, not exactly... actually, I'm looking for information. Do you have anything new?

MORGAN: (WARY) Well, we're exploring several areas of investigation, and we are certainly doing all we can...

JOHN: C'mon, Morgan, cut the "official statement" stuff and tell me what you've found.

MORGAN: Hey, I've told you what I can.

JOHN: What you "can"? Has this new Captain got you toein' the line?

MORGAN: Well, Captain Yamada is a by-the-book type...

JOHN: (GETTING FRUSTRATED) And so you're going to give me "by the book" answers?

MORGAN: That's all I can give you.

JOHN: Man, I put in my time here, we worked together more times than I can remember... doesn't that count for anything?

MORGAN: It does, John, it does, but I just can't tell you anything more than I already have.

JOHN: So after everything, you don't trust me with official information? (MORE FRUSTRATED STILL)

MORGAN: Damn it, that isn't the case at all. I can't tell you anything, because you're a civilian now. Hell, I'd trust you with my life, with my family. But the word from the top is very clear. Police business stays police business. No exceptions.

JOHN: So that's how it goes? I'd have thought the new Captain would want to use all the help she could... (JOHN'S BEEPER GOES OFF) Damn it! I can't go an hour without this stupid thing going off. Can I use your phone, at least?

MORGAN: Yes, of course. And John, please, no hard feelings. It's my job, man...

JOHN: Yeah, I hear you. Of course, no hard feelings. It's just that sometimes... (BEAT) Well, sometimes I really don't know where I'm supposed to be... or who... (PAUSE)

MORGAN SMILES AT JOHN, AND THEN LEAVES HIM ALONE TO CALL THE OFFICE. HOLD ON JOHN'S ANNOYANCE AS HE DIALS THE PHONE.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM. VIVIAN IS PACING THE ROOM AS IVAN LOOKS ON WITH CONCERN.

IVAN: Yes, madame. I'm sure Dr. Manning did this just to cause trouble for you.

VIVIAN: (STOPPING IN HER TRACKS) Ivan! I really don't need to deal with this from you right now. Lawrence is bad enough.

IVAN: My apologies, madame.

VIVIAN RESUMES HER PACING AS LAWRENCE ENTERS THE ROOM.

VIVIAN: I'm still worried about that gun.

LAWRENCE: There's no need to worry. Your little gun could never have killed Carly and wounded Bo. It just isn't powerful enough. And they run ballistics tests. There's nothing to worry about.

VIVIAN: Nothing? Nothing? What do I say to the police if it's found near the site of the shooting? Do I tell them Nikki stole my gun? Or that I took it out for a stroll and forgot it?

LAWRENCE: I suppose we could always report it stolen...

VIVIAN: Oh, yes, that would look innocent, wouldn't it? Maybe if we had thought of it a few weeks before Carly got herself killed!

LAWRENCE: I wish you would stop saying that. Katerina is dead. Show her some respect.

VIVIAN: Oh, would you listen to yourself, Lawrence. Any time now you'll... you'll turn into a boy scout and offer to escort me across the street!

LAWRENCE: I think that's enough.

VIVIAN: No, it's not! Carly was a terrible person, why can't you see that?

LAWRENCE: I realize she did some terrible things... she tried to take my son from me. But for God's sake, Vivian, the woman is gone.

VIVIAN: She isn't some angel, fluttering above us, Lawrence. She's dead, she will be buried, and then she will be food for worms. That doesn't change what she did. It doesn't mean anything... except that Nikki is no longer in any danger from her.

LAWRENCE: I'm tired of arguing with you, Vivian. I don't want to hear another word on the subject.

VIVIAN: Fine. The less I hear about Saint Carly, the better off my digestion will be. But this little conversation hasn't changed the fact that my gun is still missing, and God only knows where Nikki dropped it.

IVAN: Madame?

LAWRENCE: What is it, Ivan?

IVAN: (IGNORING LAWRENCE) Madame, if you like I can go search for your gun. Perhaps I can find it before the police.

VIVIAN: Thank you, Ivan. That's a wonderful idea. Please do so.

IVAN: I will do my best. (BOWS AND LEAVES THE ROOM)

LAWRENCE: I still think you worry too much.

VIVIAN: And you worry too little. Someone has to make sure there is no way any of us can be tied to this. Especially Nikki.

LAWRENCE: Don't worry, Vivian. No one will hurt Nikki, not while I'm around.

VIVIAN: Good. I just hope we can protect him. And I hope Ivan can locate that gun before the police do.

HOLD ON VIVIAN'S WORRY.

CUT TO: DOCK. NEAR THE FANCY FACE TWO UNIFORMED OFFICERS, BOB AND JOE, ARE SEARCHING THE SURROUNDING AREA. THEY BOTH WEAR GLOVES TO PROTECT ANY EVIDENCE THEY FIND. THE POLICE BARRIER IS STILL UP. ANOTHER OFFICER, FRED, DUCKS UNDER THE BARRIER.

BOB: Nah, not quite yet. In fact, Capt. Yamada wants us to expand the search radius just a little...

FRED: What's "just a little"?

BOB: 20 more feet...

JOE: Man, this is a wild goose chase! We've been looking off and on for two days, and we still haven't found a thing.

BOB: Yeah, but we'd better do like the Captain says, or we'll be in deep...

JOE: Got that right...

THE OFFICERS WIDEN THE POLICE BARRIER 20 FEET IN ALL POSSIBLE DIRECTIONS AND BEGIN AT THE PERIMETERS, SEARCHING INWARD. BOB SLIPS ON GLOVES, TOO.

JOE: Me too. I can see having it in for Brady, maybe, but to shoot Dr. Manning, and whack that little boy? Pretty nasty...

BOB: You two been asked to go to the funeral?

JOE: Yeah, Morgan came out a little while ago and talked to us about it. You think there'll be trouble?

FRED: Only if the shooter has a death wish... who ever it was has gotta figure there'll be cops at the funeral...

BOB: There won't be trouble... that'd be too easy a collar, and nothing about this case has been easy... hey... what's this?

BOB HAS NOTICED SOMETHING UNDER THE RAILING, AND PULLS IT OUT.

FRED: You think this might be the piece?

BOB: My guess is, probably not. It's kinda small for the bullet they pulled outta Brady. But we'd better tag it and send it in anyway. Could be somethin'...

JOE: Let's hope so... regardless of how I feel about Brady personally, I want to see this killer caught and tossed in jail. Anyone who takes a shot at a fellow officer, I'm for locking up for a good long time.

BOB: For sure. I'll take this in... you two keep looking. Radio me if you find anything else.

FRED: Will do.

BOB FINISHES BAGGING AND TAGGING THE GUN, AND HOLDS IT IN HIS HAND. OUT ON GUN.

SALEM INN. FRANKIE IS SITTING AT THE TABLE IN HIS ROOM IN FRONT OF A STACK OF PAPERS, CONCENTRATING AND OCCASIONALLY WRITING FURIOUSLY. EVE IS LYING ON THE BED, LOOKING EXTREMELY BORED.

EVE SITS ON THE BED, DISGUSTED. WHEN FRANKIE TURNS TO HER, SHE SMILES BRIGHTLY

EVE: Wonderful. I really think you caught the... the soul of your sister. You captured who she really was, deep down inside.

FRANKIE: You really think so?

EVE: Oh, definitely.

FRANKIE: Good. I really want this to be just right. It's the least I can do. (SITS BACK DOWN AND RESUMES SCRIBBLING)

EVE: (TO HERSELF) Of course, you left out the part about all the little woodland creatures loving her...

FRANKIE: Did you say something?

EVE: Me? Oh... um... I was just thinking... you should mention something about her efforts with conservation and nature and helping save the waterfront, all that stuff.

FRANKIE: Hey! That's a great idea! Thanks!

EVE: Sure. (SIGHS). That's why I'm here. Oh! I almost forgot... Did I tell you I checked with the concierge?

FRANKIE: (DISTRACTED) Huh?

EVE: Our clothes will be cleaned and pressed in time for the funeral.

FRANKIE: Oh. Okay. Good. (GOES BACK TO SCRIBBLING)

EVE: Yeah. (CHEWS ON A STRAND OF HAIR)

FRANKIE: You know, I really feel like I should do something special... like read a poem...

EVE: Yeah... a poem would be... nice.

FRANKIE: And I think I'll have them play Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty Waltz." She always used to love that piece.

EVE: I'm sure she did.

FRANKIE: I just... I really can't believe I'm doing this. I'm planning to talk at my sister's funeral. It feels so... so strange.

EVE: I know, honey. You know, maybe we should... should try and carry on with her work.

FRANKIE: What do you mean?

EVE: Well, she probably left you all her money...

FRANKIE: I guess...

EVE: Well, maybe we should take that money and put it to good use.

FRANKIE: Give it to charity? That's a thought...

EVE: No! I mean... if you just give it to someone, it's gone. You should... invest it, let it grow. Then you can... give it away over the years, and there'll be more of it.

FRANKIE: I really can't believe it! Eve, you are just so... wonderful! Not only are you sweet and selfless, you're also smart... What planning!

EVE: Yeah. (SMILES WEAKLY). That's me. So, do you feel like taking a break?

FRANKIE: No... I really have a lot to do.

EVE: Oh... well... Then I think maybe I'll go to the Inn spa.

FRANKIE: (NOT REALLY LISTENING) Sure... enjoy...

EVE: I could use a facial... I want to look my best for you... (SOTTO VOCE) It'll take them a week just to find my pores after two years in the Kalahari.

FRANKIE: What?

EVE: Nothing... So you don't mind? You don't need me for anything?

FRANKIE: No, really. I could probably use some time alone.

EVE: Okay. Thanks.

EVE GETS UP AND LEAVES, AS FRANKIE RESUMES WRITING. HOLD ON EVE'S SCORNFUL EXPRESSION AS SHE CLOSES THE DOOR.

CUT TO: BRADY LIVING ROOM. BO IS STRETCHED OUT ON THE SOFA. SHAWN-D IS NEAR BO, PLAYING WITH SOME TOYS. THE DOOR BELL RINGS.

SHAWN-D: Sure papa.

SHAWN-D OPENS THE DOOR AND THERE STAND DOUG AND JULIE.

SHAWN-D RUNS INTO HER ARMS.

SHAWN-D: I'm OK... I'm glad you're here...

JULIE: Shawn-Douglas, do you know who this is? (INDICATES DOUG) You haven't seen him in a long time...

SHAWN-D: It's my Grandpa Doug.

DOUG: (SMILING) You remember me?

SHAWN-D: I have a picture... And you always send me lots of nice presents...

JULIE: A child after my own heart... (JULIE LOOKS OVER SHAWN-D'S HEAD AND INTO THE HOUSE. TO BO) Are you going to make us stand out here all day or can we come in?

BO: Julie! Come in right now. God, I've missed you.

JULIES WALKS TO BO, THROWS HER ARMS AROUND HIM AND GIVES HIM A HUGE KISS.

BO: I'm hanging in there.

DOUG ENTERS, HOLDING SHAWN-D'S HAND.

DOUG IS UNCERTAIN, HE WALKS TO BO. BOTH MEN ARE TENTATIVE. JULIE CLOSELY WATCHES THEM.

BO: Hello, Doug...

DOUG: It's been a long time...

BO: It has...

DOUG: Has it been too long?

BO: I... I don't know... (LOOKS AT JULIE AND SHAWN-D) No... It's never too long for family.

DOUG: Thank you, Bo. I don't know what to say...

BO: We have a lot to talk about.

JULIE: And now is not the time or place. Now is the time for us to get reacquainted with Shawn-Douglas and to make sure that Bo has everything he needs.

DOUG: Do you have everything you need? Is there anything we can do?

BO: I'm OK...

DOUG: I didn't know Carly, but she must have been very special if you loved her...

BO: She was... She was a very special lady... just like your daughter...

BO AWKWARDLY STANDS AND SHAKES DOUG'S HAND.

DOUG: So am I... so am I...

HOLD ON DOUG'S FACE.

CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE/SPECTATOR. JACK IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, LOOKING HASSLED. THERE ARE PAPERS SPREAD ALL OVER THE DESK. HE IS JUST STARING AT THEM.

VERN: (OPENING THE DOOR AND COMING IN, FILE IN HAND) You bellowed?

JACK: Yes, I did. What have you got for me?

VERN: Exactly the same as before. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Zero.

JACK: This is... I just don't understand this. It's like Carly Manning appeared out of thin air, sprung full grown from her father's head...

VERN: Huh?

JACK: Never mind.

VERN: Of course.

JACK: Did you manage to contact that boarding school? The one where she met Jennifer?

VERN: Yes, I finally got through to them.

JACK: And?

VERN: Nothing.

JACK: What do you mean?

VERN: I mean she's still a mystery. (CONSULTS FILE) I checked with them and spoke with one of the women who was a teacher back then.

JACK: Well, now we're getting somewhere.

VERN: No, not really.

JACK: Vern, would you quit being mysterious? What did the woman have to say? Did she remember Katerina?

VERN: Oh, she remembered her all right.

JACK: Vern!

VERN: All right, all right. Jeez, don't throw another one of your tantrums...

JACK: Vern...

VERN: All right. She said she remembered Katerina very well because she was admitted under mysterious circumstances.

JACK: Mysterious. How?

VERN: Apparently she transferred unexpectedly from a school in France. The school had burned down, so she had no records. They gave her some sort of test and placed her based on that.

JACK: No records... curiouser and curiouser.

VERN: And on top of that, when I told the woman Carly was a doctor, she laughed out loud.

JACK: Did she say why?

VERN: No. Just said the whole idea of someone like Katerina becoming a doctor was hilarious.

JACK: I wonder what she meant.

VERN: I tried to get some more out of her, but she wouldn't give me anything else. I can try back, see if I can find anyone else that knew her...

JACK: Yes, I think that's an excellent idea.

VERN: Did you get in touch with that hotel in Tahiti where she worked?

JACK: Yes, I did. (THOUGHTFUL AS HE TAPS HIS PENCIL ON THE DESK)

VERN: Well? What did they have to say?

JACK: They said they had no record of an employee by the name of Carly Manning, or Katerina Von Leuschner. They also said that in June of 1990, when Justin and Adrienne were there, they had a doctor by the name of Didymus.

VERN: (AMUSED) Didymus?

JACK: Fred Didymus. He retired the next year at the age of 65, so it's not another assumed name.

VERN: Jack, I hate to say this, but I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this.

JACK: So am I.

VERN: Look, the woman's dead. Maybe... maybe it'd be best for everyone if you just let sleeping dogs lie.

JACK: "Everyone", Vern?

VERN: All right... maybe it'd be better for Jennifer if you dropped the whole thing.

JACK: And what do I tell her then?

VERN: I don't know! Anything. Make up some sappy story with what we have...

JACK: (SLOWLY) No...

VERN: Look, Jack, I think you're getting ready to open a very big can of worms here!

JACK: True. But I can't let go. There's a story here, Vern... I can smell it...

VERN: Maybe there's a simple explanation. Maybe she used a third alias, between Von Leuschner and Manning.

JACK: Doesn't explain Tahiti.

VERN: Jack...

JACK: Check that out, though. See if you can dig up any other alias. Maybe she mentioned one to Bo, or Jennifer.

VERN: Jack...

JACK: I'll go back through what we have... there must be something we're overlooking.

VERN: (THROWS HIS HANDS IN THE AIR) Here we go again!

VERN WALKS OUT OF THE OFFICE IN DISGUST.

HOLD ON JACK'S DETERMINED FACE. AND OUT.

BRADY KITCHEN. KAYLA AND BO. BO IS SITTING AT THE KITCHEN TABLE. KAYLA ENTERS FROM THE BACK.

BO: (PAINED SMILE) I guess it takes more than a knock on the head to do that.

KAYLA: He was thrilled to see Julie and Doug.

BO: I'm glad his grandfather is back in Salem... Shawn-D needs all the support he can get.

KAYLA: And what about you?

BO: I can use the support, too.

KAYLA: And you're OK with Doug?

BO: Doug and I have had our differences, but he is Hope's father. He adored her. How can I fault him for that?

KAYLA: You can't...

BO GINGERLY STRETCHES.

BO: Maybe later...

KAYLA: Are you tired? Do you want to lay down?

BO: Thank you, Nurse Brady, but no. I feel like I should be doing something.

KAYLA: Bill Horton said you should rest.

BO: But I feel guilty for dumping the funeral arrangements on Ma. (BEAT) Although I don't know if I could face doing it myself.

KAYLA: Ma understands.

BO: I know. But I need to let her know how much I appreciate her. (BEAT) (CHANGING THE SUBJECT) So, how was your flight?

KAYLA: Oh the usual. The worst was trying to keep Stephanie in her seat. She's so excited about seeing all her cousins. I'll never get her to sleep at this rate.

BO: She's gotten so big. And she looks just like Steve. It's amazing.

KAYLA: Yeah, she's all Johnson. She's stubborn one minute and sweet as pie the next.

BO: All Johnson, huh? What's that old curse Ma is always talking about? Something about getting a child just like yourself...

KAYLA: Ok, ok. So she has some Brady in her, too.

BO: I just hope Shawn-D has enough Brady toughness to pull through this.

KAYLA: And how about his dad? Has he got enough, too?

BO: I don't know Kay. I just don't know. After Hope I swore I'd never fall in love again. And then I met Carly ...

KAYLA: And now you're thinking nothing is ever going to be right with the world again, hmm?

BO: Exactly. It took a lot for me to open up to her. And now ...

KAYLA PUTS HER ARMS AROUND BO. HE HOLDS ONTO HER.

KAYLA: I don't know if it was a good thing or not that Stephanie was really too young to remember Steve when he died.

BO: That must be tough. Sailor adored his mother and he had a good relationship with Carly.

KAYLA: It is hard sometimes, but I want Stephanie to know where she came from, what kind of man her father was, how much everyone loved him...

BO: Well, I am going to do everything I can to keep Carly's memory alive... (BEAT) And I am going to bring Larry Alamain to justice for killing her.

KAYLA: Bo, do you really think Carly would have wanted you to carry out a vendetta? Besides, you don't have any proof that it was Lawrence.

BO: I don't need any proof. It was him. He had already threatened her once over custody of Nikki.

KAYLA: Listen to me, no one hates Lawrence Alamain more than I do. But you have to stop this.

BO: I can't. Not until I see Larry in jail. Or dead.

KAYLA: It's not going to bring Carly back. Or Steve. You have to let go of it.

BO: Never. Larry will pay for what he has done. Larry will pay...

HOLD ON BO.

CUT TO: ABE'S OFFICE AT CARVER AND CARVER. ABE IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, TRYING TO ORGANIZE SEVERAL STACKS OF FILES. HIS DOOR IS OPEN. JOHN LEANS IN THROUGH THE DOORWAY.

ABE: (SMILING, THEN MOCKING A VERY PROFESSIONAL TONE) I'm sorry, sir. Our receptionist has left for the day. Please, come in and have a seat. (MOTIONS TO THE EMPTY CHAIR IN FRONT OF HIS DESK)

JOHN ENTERS AND SITS. HE SETS HIS BRIEFCASE ON THE FLOOR NEXT TO HIM.

JOHN: Well, I just... (HIS BEEPER GOES OFF) Oh man, not again. I don't believe this. These people can't go to the bathroom without my okay!

ABE: Maybe they were told they had to go to John before going to the john... (CHUCKLES)

JOHN: (SMILING, BUT STILL ANNOYED) Cute, partner, very cute. You know, they beeped me twice on my way over here. And for trivial garbage! I just don't get it.

ABE: Such is the life of a corporate bigwig. Want to use the phone to call in?

JOHN: (GIVES A DISMISSING WAVE TOWARD ABE'S PHONE) Ahhhh, forget it. I've got more important things to do.

ABE: Like telling me what brings you here?

JOHN: Right. Like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... (TAKES OUT HIS BEEPER AND GLARES AT IT) I went by the Salem PD to see if I could get any new information on the shooting.

ABE: And did you find anything?

JOHN: Nope, nada. I talked to Morgan, but he just gave me the regulation run-around. You know the line about not being able to talk about "police business" with a civilian.

ABE: Yeah, I know it all too well. I've been on the delivering end of that line plenty of times.

JOHN: You'd think I would be used to it by now, but it still stings. I still feel so "at home" down there, but now the guys have to treat me like any ordinary Joe that walks in off the street.

ABE: I know it doesn't seem right, but rules are rules. Still, the canned official statement isn't Morgan's style, especially with you. He knows you, he trusts you...

JOHN: Yeah, he trusts me, but he fears his boss even more. It seems this new lady captain has all those boys whipped. (BEAT) What about you? Any new leads on the break-in? Anything to connect it to Lawrence?

ABE: (FRUSTRATED) No, not a thing. And the way things look right now, it might not matter.

HOLD ON ABE'S FRUSTRATION.

CUT TO: BRADY KITCHEN. BO SITS AT THE TABLE, A NEAR-FULL BOWL OF CHOWDER IN FRONT OF HIM. HE'S APPARENTLY DEEP IN THOUGHT, AS HE PUSHES THE SPOON BACK AND FORTH. ROMAN ENTERS THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR.

BO: (GRINS HALFHEARTEDLY) I guess not. It's funny, though, I don't feel nearly as indestructible now...

ROMAN: I know what you mean... when I was locked up in that cell on the island, I had a lot of time to think about my mortality. It's pretty scary stuff...

BO: What got you through it? How'd you keep your sanity when your whole world changed?

ROMAN: I just kept thinking about my home and family, you, Ma and Pop, Kay and Kimmie... Carrie and the twinners, but mostly about Marlena... it was the memory of her that kept me going... (PAUSES, NOTICES BO'S LOOK OF PAIN) Oh, look, I'm sorry, Bo. I didn't think... I mean... I wasn't trying to...

BO: That's ok, bro. I know what you were getting at. It's just so damn hard... I just don't know...

ROMAN: You just let your family and friends take care of you. Marlena and the twins send their very best love, and they wanted me to tell you if there's anything they can do... or I can do...

BO: That's just it, Roman, it's up to me to do what needs to be done...

ROMAN: I don't follow...

BO: There's this empty place inside me, this gnawing hunger to do something, but I think I know how to make it go away...

ROMAN: And that is...

BO: I've got to get Larry Alamain. I've got to make that man pay, and pay dearly, for what he's taken from me. I've got to make sure he's thrown in jail for the rest of his life, and if that doesn't happen, I might just have to kill him myself...

ROMAN: (ANGRY) Damnit, Bo, don't talk that way! What if something happens to Larry, now. People have heard your threats...

BO: So? Larry's scum...

ROMAN: That might be, but if something happens? You'll be the only suspect, and you'll be the one thrown in jail...

BO: (SOFTLY) Small price to pay...

ROMAN: And what about the family? Your son? Bo, you keep doing the same damn thing, going off half-cocked, making threats, making enemies... and when things go badly, it just makes it that much worse for you...

BO: (TIGHTLY) But Larry killed Carly. And I'm going to prove it, and make it stick... He's goin' down, whatever it takes...

ROMAN (ANGRILY) Bo, you're a cop, you aren't allowed the luxury of a vendetta! You've got to let go, let the PD and Abe, John and Lexie get things going... You back off! Your temper is going to get you fired, or get you killed one of these days!

BO: (LOUDER) Temper? You, talking to me about temper? That's something...

ROMAN: Yeah, and when I threw tantrums in the past, it got me nothin' but big trouble. Damn it, Bo, don't you think it's about time you grew up?

HOLD ON BO'S VERY ANGRY FACE. AND OUT.

BRADY KITCHEN. BO AND ROMAN ARGUING, IN PROGRESS.

ROMAN: If you're tired, Bo, do something about it! I'm just calling it as I see it... Yes, you lost the woman you love.

BO: (IN PAIN) Roman, don't...

ROMAN: It's terrible and painful. But if you go off on a one-man mission to destroy Lawrence, in spite of what it could do to the rest of the people who love you... well, then maybe you'll just never learn...

BO: (STILL ANGRY) Aren't we the preachy one, today... when I think of the times your hot temper has...

BO STOPS SUDDENLY WHEN KAYLA ENTERS THE ROOM, FURIOUS.

BO: Well, Roman's being...

ROMAN: (INTERRUPTS) Bo's just as....

KAYLA: Tell me something, do you two have this same argument every time you're in a room together, or just on even-numbered days?

BO AND ROMAN LOOK A LITTLE SHAMEFACED.

BO: Which is?

KAYLA: That you, Bo, are glad that Roman is here, and that he's such a great big brother...

ROMAN GETS A SMUG LOOK ON HIS FACE.

ROMAN AND BO GIVE EACH OTHER "SO THERE" LOOKS, THEN BOTH BREAK DOWN AND LAUGH GENTLY.

BO: Yeah, I don't know how we got by while you were gone...

KAYLA: Me either!

BO: Seriously, Roman, I'm glad you came. Hearing your loud voice yelling at me reminds me that there is some normality left in my life...

ROMAN: And if I didn't have you to yell at, it just wouldn't be like home, like family... When I think how close we came to losing you...

KAYLA: Now isn't it time for you two to "kiss and make up."

BO GRIMACES AT KAYLA, AS ROMAN EXAGGERATEDLY PUCKERS UP AT BO.

HE REACHES OUT TO HUG ROMAN, BUT WITH KAYLA BETWEEN THEM, AND THEY BOTH KISS HER CHEEKS.

CUT TO: SMALL NURSES' STATION/LOUNGE. ALICE IS TALKING TO A VOLUNTEER. CAROLINE GETS OFF THE ELEVATOR AND APPROACHES. THE VOLUNTEER GOES OFF IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION.

ALICE: Caroline, dear, come sit down. You look absolutely ragged.

CAROLINE: Well, I suppose I could stop for a few minutes.

THE TWO OF THEM ENTER THE LOUNGE, WHERE ALICE SITS CAROLINE DOWN IN A CHAIR AND GOES TO POUR HER SOME COFFEE.

CAROLINE: I've never seen him like this, Alice. Lord knows Bo's got a double dose of temper, what with Victor for a father and growing up with Shawn as a role model. I just don't know what to do.

ALICE SETS THE COFFEE DOWN IN FRONT OF CAROLINE, WHO TAKES A SIP.

CAROLINE: It's more like a hurricane, I'm afraid. Kayla and Roman are at home with him now, but I really should get back soon. I'm just a worrier, I guess.

ALICE: What mother isn't? I'm sure that Kayla and Roman are helping Bo as much as they can, though. It's nice that all your children are so close to each other.

CAROLINE: Yes, isn't it? The family has really pulled together through this. I don't know what I'd do without them.

ALICE: That's what families are for.

CAROLINE: Carrie has helped me with all the funeral arrangements. Kimmie offered to go and pack up Carly's things, and Philip is over at the pub with Shawn. Even John has been calling all day to see if we need anything.

ALICE: So. What can I do to help?

CAROLINE: Oh, Alice. Could you let the staff know about the funeral tonight? I know it would mean a lot to Bo to see Carly's colleagues there.

ALICE: Of course, I'll post a notice right here in the lounge. Everyone comes in here.

CAROLINE: Thank you.

ALICE: Carly will certainly be missed here. The staff that are on duty tonight have even arranged a memorial service of their own in the hospital chapel.

CAROLINE: What a lovely gesture.

ALICE: Carly's touched so many people's lives here in Salem. We want everyone to know how much she meant to us...

HOLD ON ALICE.

CUT TO: ABE'S OFFICE. ABE AND JOHN, IN PROGRESS.

ABE: Well, thanks to this break-in (MOTIONS AROUND THE OFFICE WITH HIS HANDS) and the write-up on the front page of the Chronicle that makes us out to be bumbling amateurs, we've lost a lot of business.

JOHN: No one reads that rag...

ABE: Our clients do...

JOHN: Is it that bad?

ABE: Money's really tight right now. The truth is, I don't know if we're going to be able to keep the business open...

JOHN'S BEEPER GOES OFF AGAIN, AND HE GRITS HIS TEETH. WITHOUT TAKING HIS EYES OFF OF ABE, HE TAKES THE BEEPER OUT, PUNCHES A BUTTON TO STOP THE NOISE, AND SHOVES IT INTO HIS POCKET.

ABE: Thanks, partner. I appreciate the offer, but I can't accept. Taking money from a friend is not the way I want to run this business.

JOHN: Call it a loan...

ABE: This is my dream, and I have to be the one to make it come true. I hope you understand.

JOHN: Of course I understand, and I respect your convictions. I'm leaving the offer open, though, in case something happens, and you change your mind.

ABE: Thanks, but I won't. We may have bitten off a little more than we can chew right now, but we'll manage somehow. This agency is going to survive.

JOHN: When you say it like that, I have no doubt that you're right.

ABE: You bet I'm right. (BEAT) Have I mentioned how great it is, having you around, working together again? Just like the good old days...

JOHN'S BEEPER GOES OFF YET AGAIN. HE TAKES IT OUT OF HIS POCKET, HITS THE BUTTON, AND GRIPS IT TIGHTLY IN HIS FIST. HIS ANNOYANCE HAS NOW GIVEN WAY TO ANGER.

JOHN LOOKS AT THE BEEPER. HE THEN LOOKS AT ABE. THEY BREAK INTO WIDE GRINS.

JOHN: I think so...

THEY SIMULTANEOUSLY TURN AND LOOK AT THE TRASH CAN SITTING AGAINST THE WALL, BEHIND ABE AND TO HIS RIGHT. THEY TURN IN UNISON AND LOOK AT EACH OTHER AGAIN, STILL GRINNING. JOHN CLUTCHES THE BEEPER IN HIS LEFT HAND, PICKS UP HIS BRIEFCASE IN HIS RIGHT HAND, AND WITHOUT MOVING FROM THE CHAIR, TOSSES BOTH ITEMS OVER THE CORNER OF ABE'S DESK AND INTO THE TRASH CAN. HE PUTS HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS HEAD AND LEANS BACK IN THE CHAIR, STILL GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR. HOLD ON JOHN. AND OUT.

BRADY KITCHEN. MARCUS IS SITTING AT THE TABLE. KAYLA HAS MADE A GLASS OF ICED TEA FOR EACH OF THEM. SHE HANDS HIM HIS GLASS AND SITS AT THE TABLE.

KAYLA: He's trying to hold it together.

MARCUS: He's been through a lot in the last few days. Do you think he's going to be okay?

KAYLA: I know my brother. He's in a lot of pain right now, but he'll pull through. I just hope he doesn't let his anger get the best of him. That could only make things worse.

MARCUS: Now that his big sister is here for him, (PUTS HIS HAND ON KAYLA'S) I'd say his prognosis is very good.

KAYLA: I'm so glad you talked me into moving back to Salem.

MARCUS: Was it really me who talked you into it? Are you sure you weren't ready?

KAYLA: You're right. I felt like all my reasons for staying in L.A. were disappearing. Kim is back here, Shane is away, and Stephanie misses the family...

MARCUS: Stephanie misses the family? What about you?

KAYLA: I've been missing them, too.

MARCUS: And everyone here has been missing you... Including yours truly. (SMILES, LETS GO OF KAYLA'S HAND)

KAYLA: Well, you won't have to miss me anymore, because I plan on sticking around for quite a while. (SMILES) You'll probably get tired of seeing me before you know it.

MARCUS: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. Even though you're kind of tough to have around, I think I can handle it.

KAYLA: (SLAPS MARCUS ON THE ARM) Thanks a lot! (CHUCKLES) You're terrible, Marcus Hunter.

KAYLA LEANS BACK IN HER CHAIR, LOOKS AROUND, AND SIGHS.

MARCUS: I know. How are you holding up?

KAYLA: Me? Oh, I'll be fine. I'm worried about Bo, though. First he loses Hope, then he has to go through the same thing all over again with Carly.

MARCUS: How do you think he's doing?

KAYLA: It's tough. I'm glad I can be here for him. At times like this, you really need your family around you.

MARCUS: (TAKING KAYLA'S HAND) Family and friends.

KAYLA: (TAKING MARCUS' HAND IN BOTH OF HERS) You're right. You helped me so much after Steve died. Having you there was like having a part of him there with me.

MARCUS: We'll always carry a part of him with us. Nobody knew him better than us...

KAYLA: (TEARS BEGIN) And nobody loved him more... (DROPS MARCUS' HAND)

MARCUS, SEEING THAT THE SUBJECT OF STEVE IS UPSETTING KAYLA, TAKES A DEEP BREATH AS HE TRIES TO THINK OF A NEW TOPIC.

KAYLA: (WIPING HER EYES AND COMPOSING HERSELF) And deservedly so. She was involved in so many valuable projects. The Med Van, the Trauma Center...

MARCUS: She did a lot of good for a lot of people.

KAYLA: It's not fair when someone like that is taken away so suddenly, so violently.

MARCUS: No, it's not fair. Maybe the best we can do is try to carry on the work that they started. We can make sure that their efforts weren't in vain.

KAYLA: You're absolutely right, Marcus. (SOFTLY) You're absolutely right.

HOLD ON KAYLA'S THOUGHTFUL EXPRESSION.

CUT TO: HORTON LIVING ROOM. DOUG AND JULIE WALK INTO THE LIVING ROOM.

DOUG: I guess they're still at the hospital.

JULIE: Grandma said they'd be home in plenty of time for... well... so we could all go together.

DOUG: They're the best. I'd nearly forgotten what a tight-knit family this is. (BEAT) I've missed that...

JULIE: How are you, darling? You look tired.

DOUG AND JULIE SIT DOWN ON THE SOFA.

JULIE: Thank goodness it was only minor. Before you know it, he will be as good as new.

JULIE PATS DOUG'S KNEE.

JULIE: Why, I wouldn't be surprised if next time we see him he asks his grandpa to play baseball.

DOUG: Baseball! I don't know... How about piano lessons instead?

JULIE: Well, you could try. But I think Shawn-Douglas is more the baseball type.

DOUG: (SHAKING HIS HEAD) You can tell he belongs to Hope, can't you? Remember what a tomboy she was? She used to...

DOUG'S PAINED EXPRESSION IS MIRRORED BY JULIE'S. SHE REACHES OVER AND TAKES HIS HAND.

DOUG: It still hurts.

JULIE: I know, darling, I know.

DOUG: When Hope died, I couldn't bear to be around anything that reminded me of her. I didn't want to face the truth...

JULIE: It was a difficult time... for Bo, me, everyone.

DOUG: But most of all for Shawn-Douglas. We're adults, we're supposed to be able to handle grief a little better.

JULIE: And now he's lost someone else...

DOUG: I didn't know Carly, but from what everyone says, it sounds like she certainly loved Shawn-Douglas. I can't imagine what the little guy must be thinking.

JULIE: That's why we're here, to help him and Bo get through this terrible loss.

DOUG: I know I haven't been a very good grandfather to Shawn-Douglas. I should have been here for him when Hope died.

JULIE: You mustn't blame yourself, darling.

DOUG: I am blaming myself. I was too self-absorbed to see that that little boy needed help. And most of all, I didn't see that he could help me.

JULIE: What do you mean?

DOUG: Instead of hiding in Europe, I should have been here. Spending more time with my grandson would have eased the pain of losing Hope... for both of us.

JULIE: You may be right, darling, but you can't change the past. All you can do is look to the future.

DOUG: Exactly. I see now that I have another chance... a chance to be a real grandfather to Shawn-Douglas. I'm not going to let that slip through my fingers.

JULIE: Doug, what are you saying?

DOUG: I'm saying that I want to stay here in Salem. I want to come home.

HOLD ON DOUG'S FACE.

CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE/SPECTATOR. JACK IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, HARD AT WORK, WHEN JO WALKS IN, WITHOUT KNOCKING.

JO: I'm your mother, I don't have to knock.

JACK: Don't start, I don't have time to argue. I'm busy here, so I'll be brief, what can I do for you?

JO: Vern called me and told me what you're busy doing.

JACK: Vern what? He had no business...

JO: Jack, don't start one of your rants. Vern was just concerned about you and Jennifer. He's a good friend to you both.

JACK: What do they say? "With friends like this..."

JO: Jack, you can't start some big investigation of Carly. What if you find something horrible?

JACK: What if I do? I'll have the story of the decade here in Salem.

JO: And what about Jennifer?

JACK: What about Jennifer?

JO: What do you think it would do to Jennifer, if she found out her best friend, Abby's Godmother, was some sort of criminal.

JACK: Jo, we don't know that it's anything like that.

JO: Don't we?

JACK: All I know is that there is a great story here somewhere and I will find it.

JO: And what if it is something bad? Do you want to hurt Jennifer?

JACK: Of course not! Jennifer is a journalist. She'll understand. She knows about digging for the truth.

JO: Jack, Jennifer cares more about people than she cares about some vague notion of truth. You'd better think long and hard about this.

JACK: Jo, I have thought about it. Jennifer will understand. And I will discover the truth about Carly Manning.

OUT ON JACK'S FACE.

CHURCH. CAROLINE AND CARRIE ARE SITTING IN A PEW AT THE FRONT OF THE CHURCH, SPEAKING WITH FATHER JORDAN.

JORDAN: That's quite all right, Mrs. Brady. That's what I'm here for. And after such a loss, I'm sure everyone understands...

CAROLINE: I hope so...

JORDAN: Mrs. Brady, is there something else? Something I can help with?

CAROLINE: Well, it's just that... I'm worried about Bo. I can't even imagine what he must be going through.

JORDAN: You son... your entire family, have been through a lot over the past several years.

CAROLINE: Yes. It sometimes seems... I know it sounds silly, but I can't help thinking...

JORDAN: Yes?

CAROLINE: I know how this must sound to you... but I sometimes feel like this is all... purposeful.

CARRIE, UNNOTICED BY CAROLINE OR JORDAN, LOOKS STARTLED, SHE FEELS THE SAME.

CAROLINE: I know... it's silly. But sometimes it just seems like we have more than our fair share of problems.

JORDAN: Perhaps. But I think you're forgetting how much you have. You have wonderful children and grandchildren... a strong family that pulls together in a crisis. That's more than can be said for many people in this day and age. And you have many wonderful friends.

CAROLINE: I suppose you're right. (SIGHS) I shouldn't let myself dwell on the bad, when we do have so many good things in our life. But still...

JORDAN: Still doubting?

CAROLINE: No, not that... I can't help but worry about Bo. This is the second time he's lost the woman he loved....

JORDAN: Yes, that is a heavy burden to bear.

CAROLINE: The problem is, I'm not sure if he can bear it.

JORDAN: What do you mean?

CAROLINE: Right now, he's so consumed with anger, with rage... He's not thinking straight. I'm worried this rage will... take over, completely consume him.

JORDAN: You can't live your son's life for him. But you can let him know that you're all there for him. That you love him, and support him.

CAROLINE: I think he knows that, but...

JORDAN: But it's up to him to make the decision about how he will handle this. And no matter what happens, remember, it's not your fault. You cannot make Bo's decisions for him.

CAROLINE: You're right. But that doesn't make it any easier...

JORDAN: Any time you need to talk...

CAROLINE: (RISING AND SHAKING FATHER JORDAN'S HAND) Thank you so much, Father. You've been a great help.

JORDAN: Any time. That's what I'm here for. Is there anything else?

CAROLINE: No, thank you. Carrie and I are due at the florist to confirm the floral arrangements.

JORDAN: Please keep what I said in mind. And also, the door is always open. That goes for you, too, Carrie. (SMILES)

HOLD ON CARRIE LOOKING BACK AS CARRIE AND CAROLINE LEAVE THE CHURCH.

CUT TO: DOCK/BO'S BOAT. POLICE LINES ARE STILL UP ALL OVER. JANET IS TALKING TO SEVERAL UNIFORMED OFFICERS, THEY ARE GOING THROUGH THE BOAT. ONE OFFICER IS DUSTING FOR FINGERPRINTS. KIMBERLY APPROACHES AND TRIES TO GO UNDER THE BARRICADE.

KIMBERLY: I'm Kimberly Brady. This is my brother's boat.

JOE: Oh. I'm really sorry about your brother and Dr. Manning, Ms. Brady.

KIMBERLY: Thank you. Do you think it would be possible for me to pack up Carly's things? It will be very difficult for my brother and nephew to see them later...

JANET WALKS UP AND OVERHEARS THIS LAST PART.

KIMBERLY: Yes, Captain Yamada. Nice to see you again. Call me Kim. Shawn-Douglas is fine now. I just wish I could say the same for my brother.

JANET: On behalf of the Department, I'd like to offer my condolences to your family. I understand Dr. Manning's funeral is tonight?

KIMBERLY: Yes. That's why I'm here. I thought it would be easier on Bo if I packed Carly's things and got them off the boat while Bo is still recuperating.

JANET: I understand. That's very thoughtful. But I'm afraid we're still investigating the shooting and can't allow anything to be disturbed just yet.

KIMBERLY: But surely you won't need anything from Carly's personal items?

JANET: Right now we are treating the shooting as if Bo was the target. But it never pays to be too careful. Tell me... Did Dr. Manning have any enemies?

KIMBERLY: Enemies? Everyone loved Carly. Except...

JANET: Yes?

KIMBERLY: Lawrence and Vivian Alamain.

JANET: What did they have against Dr. Manning?

KIMBERLY: Carly and Lawrence were involved years ago and had a child, Nicholas.

JANET: So it was a custody issue?

KIMBERLY: Yes, but with a twist. All these years Carly thought her child died at birth. Lawrence didn't even know of Nikki's existence. They just found out that Vivian stole Nikki and raised him as her own.

JANET: I see.

KIMBERLY: It is kind of sticky, isn't it? And it seems like Nikki is the loser all the way around.

JANET: Well, thank you very much for this information, Ms. Brady. We should be finished up here in a few days. I'll give you a call when you can come back and pack Dr. Manning's things.

KIMBERLY: That would be very kind of you.

JANET: And please tell your brother that Salem's finest will be present at the funeral.

KIMBERLY: Thank you, I will. I know he will appreciate that.

KIMBERLY LEAVES.

JOE: Yes, Captain.

JANET: Have you found anything useful?

JOE: Nothing to speak of. We found a lot of partials prints, a few palms. They're probably Brady's and the doctor's anyway.

JANET: Well, lift anything that's usable and we'll check it anyway just to be sure.

JOE: Gotcha.

JANET: Have you gone through Dr. Manning's things yet?

JOE: Bob just started...

JANET: Well then, let's see what he's got.

JANET GOES BELOW DECK, TO THE CABIN. JOE FOLLOWS HER. BOB IS LOOKING AROUND.

JANET: I'm not sure yet. But Kimberly Brady's revelations got me to thinking.

JOE: You think Dr. Manning was the target?

JANET: Could be. Especially with a hot custody battle going on between her and the Alamains.

JOE: The Alamains? That family is bad news.

JANET: So I'm hearing from a lot of people. (TO BOB) Bob, you got anything? Unusual documents, letters... anything that might be of use?

BOB HOLDS UP A HATBOX.

JANET TAKES THE HATBOX FROM BOB AND BEGINS TO THUMB THROUGH THE CONTENTS.

HOLD ON JANET.

CUT TO: BRADY LIVING ROOM. BO AND SHAWN-DOUGLAS ARE SITTING ON THE COUCH. BO IS ATTEMPTING TO HELP SHAWN-DOUGLAS KNOT HIS NECKTIE. IN PROGRESS.

BO FUMBLES WITH THE NECKTIE. HIS ARM IS IN THE SLING AND HE IS HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME, TRYING TO KNOT THE NECKTIE WITH ONLY ONE HAND. HIS OWN NECKTIE IS STILL DRAPED AROUND HIS NECK, UNTIED.

BO: Yeah, sailor?

SHAWN-D: Papa, I miss Carly. I remember when she used to help me with my tie.

BO: I know, Shawn-D. I miss her, too. I miss her a whole lot.

SHAWN-D: I know. I'm really sorry for you, Papa. I know you loved Carly.

BO: (PLEASANTLY SURPRISED) Why, thank you, Shawn-Douglas. That's a real grown-up thing to say...

SHAWN-D: When Carly was with us, your were happy. And when she wasn't there, you were sad.

BO LOSES HOLD OF SHAWN-DOUGLAS' NECKTIE AND HAS TO START ALL OVER AGAIN. HE IS BECOMING FRUSTRATED.

BO: Yes, Shawn-D?

SHAWN-D: How are you gonna be happy again, if Carly's never coming back?

BO STOPS WORKING WITH SHAWN-DOUGLAS' NECKTIE, AND TAKES A DEEP BREATH. HE THEN RESUMES WITH THE NECKTIE.

SHAWN-D: I guess so. But I wish Carly was still here, so you could get married, and we could be a real family.

BO: Me too, kiddo, I... (BO LOSES HIS HOLD ON THE NECKTIE AGAIN, AND IT COMPLETELY UNRAVELS) (LOUDLY) Dammit!

BO STANDS UP AND TURNS HIS BACK TO SHAWN-DOUGLAS. HE WIPES HIS HAND OVER HIS FACE AND STRUGGLES TO REGAIN HIS COMPOSURE. HE TURNS AND SITS BACK DOWN. SHAWN-DOUGLAS HAS BEGUN TO CRY.

SHAWN-D: I'm sorry, Papa.

BO: No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I'm upset about Carly, so I lost my temper. I didn't mean to, okay?

SHAWN-D: It's not my fault?

BO: No, it's not your fault. Not at all. C'mere...

BO GIVES SHAWN-DOUGLAS A HUG. THEY RELEASE, AND BO SITS BACK DOWN.

SHAWN-DOUGLAS NODS.

SHAWN-D: Yeah, I guess so.

BO: Hey, even though Carly and I weren't officially married, we were a family. We were a family right here... (PUTS A FINGER ON SHAWN-DOUGLAS' HEART)... and that's where it counts, right?

SHAWN-D: (SMILING SLIGHTLY) Uh-huh.

BO: Now, (WIPING SHAWN-DOUGLAS' EYES) I need my little sailor-man to be brave. Carly would want you to be brave and strong, you know.

SHAWN-D: I know. I will. I'll be brave, for Carly. (BEAT) And for you, too, Papa. I'll help you, just like Carly would want.

BO: We'll help each other.

BO PULLS SHAWN-DOUGLAS CLOSE, AND THEY HUG TIGHTLY.

BO: I love you too, Shawn-Douglas.

HOLD ON BO'S PAIN. AND OUT. FADE TO BLACK.