JULIE'S PENTHOUSE. DOUG IS WANDERING AROUND THE BEDROOM IN HIS ROBE. JULIE IS IN BED, PRETENDING TO BE ASLEEP BUT SECRETLY WATCHES DOUG. DOUG WALKS OUT OF THE BEDROOM. RESTLESS, HE WALKS DOWN THE STAIRS AND WANDERS AROUND THE PENTHOUSE. FINALLY HE ENDS UP IN THE KITCHEN.

DOUG STARTS TO GO THROUGH CABINETS, UNABLE TO FIND ANYTHING HE NEEDS.

WE HEAR THE BILLY ROSE SONG, "COOKING BREAKFAST FOR THE ONE I LOVE." AS THE MUSIC SWELLS, WE SEE A MONTAGE OF DOUG'S LESS THAN SUCCESSFUL EFFORTS TO MAKE BREAKFAST. HE OPENS EVERY CUPBOARD AND DRAWER TRYING TO FIND THE BREAD, SKILLET, COFFEE CUPS, ETC. WE SEE HIM FINALLY MANAGE TO MAKE TOAST, COFFEE AND JUICE AS HIS EFFORTS TO MAKE FRENCH TOAST FAIL WHEN HE CAN'T FIND ANY EGGS. DOUG PUTS THE FOOD ON A TRAY. AS HE WALKS OUT THE KITCHEN DOOR, HE LOOKS BACK AT THE KITCHEN, AND WE SEE THE MESS HE HAS MADE.

DOUG WALKS UP THE STAIRS TOWARDS THE BEDROOM. IN THE HALLWAY HE SPIES A BOUQUET OF ROSES ON THE TABLE AND TAKES ONE OUT AND LAYS IT ON THE TRAY. HE WALKS INTO THE BEDROOM.

JULIE: (SITTING UP AND STRETCHING) Good morning to you... although from the way you look I would have to guess that this morning hasn't been all that good.

DOUG BRINGS THE TRAY TO HER WITH THE FLOWER AND JULIE LIGHTS UP WITH A BRILLIANT SMILE.

DOUG: You're welcome, love.

DOUG SITS ON THE EDGE OF THE BED AND JULIE LOOKS AT HIM.

DOUG: This is hard... I am not quite sure how you'll react.

THE CONVERSATION IS CUT SHORT BY A KNOCK ON THE DOOR.

DOUG: Don't worry. This conversation can wait. I'll get it.

JULIE: I wonder who it is so early in the morning?

DOUG LEAVES THE BEDROOM AS JULIE ARISES AND REACHES FOR HER ROBE. GO TO: DOUG, WHO IS IN THE LIVING ROOM. DOUG OPENS THE DOOR TO JACK, WHO WALKS RIGHT PAST DOUG, WAVING A SET OF OFFICIAL LOOKING PAPERS. DOUG CLOSES THE DOOR.

JACK: The early paper gets the subscriptions, Doug. And may I ask where your lovely wife is this morning?

JULIE WALKS DOWN THE STAIRS, WEARING HER ROBE.

JULIE: Good morning Jack, what a pleasant surprise.

HOLD ON DOUG, ANNOYED AT THE INTERRUPTION.

CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. JANET AND MORGAN ARE GOING THROUGH THE LIST OF NAMES OF PEOPLE BO HAS ARRESTED. THE LIST IS LONG. THERE ARE SEVERAL EMPTY PAPER CUPS AND A BOX HALF FULL OF DONUTS ON THE TABLE.

MORGAN: Brady's methods were a bit unorthodox, but he did get a lot of trash off the streets.

JANET: Morgan, you realize that this is probably useless?

MORGAN: Yeah, but it never hurts to cover all the bases.

JANET: (PUSHING AWAY A PLATE WITH A HALF-EATEN DONUT ON IT) I may cover the whole infield if I eat any more of those donuts.

MORGAN: (LAUGHS) I wouldn't worry. I think the SPD will keep you active enough to work them off.

JANET: You're probably right. This case alone is making me sweat off a few pounds.

MORGAN: I know. I can't decide if we have too many suspects... or no suspects.

JANET: We know the Alamains are hiding something... but what? And for all his evil deeds, I just don't see Lawrence Alamain killing Carly Manning.

MORGAN: I know... what's his motive? Custody of the boy?

JANET: Possible. But with all the high-priced lawyers at his disposal...

MORGAN: OK, what else?

JANET GRABS A FRESH DONUT FROM THE BOX.

MORGAN: Alamain and Manning were lovers... maybe he wanted her back and she wanted to stay with Brady.

JANET: But would Lawrence kill her for that?

MORGAN: He raped Jennifer Deveraux for it, so who knows...

JANET: Has Dr. Manning's will been read yet?

MORGAN: I don't know. It seems they're having some trouble locating a will.

JANET: You mean Dr. Manning died intestate?

MORGAN: It looks like it...

JANET: In that case.. her heir would get her estate...

MORGAN: And his father would probably be named trustee...

JANET: So Lawrence might have had a lot to gain by killing Carly. (TAKING A BITE OF THE DONUT) I don't know... I feel like we're missing something big here, Morgan... something enormous.

HOLD ON JANET'S SPECULATION AS SHE TAKES ANOTHER BITE OF THE DONUT.

CUT TO: BO'S BOAT/INT. BO IS SITTING, DRINKING COFFEE AND LOOKING OVER THE PAPER. THE PHONE RINGS, AND BO PICKS IT UP, ONE-WAY.

GO TO: SHAWN-DOUGLAS' ROOM.. SHAWN-D IS IN THE THROES OF A TERRIBLE NIGHTMARE.

SHAWN-D WHIMPERS QUIETLY IN HIS SLEEP, AS WE GO TO: BO, WHO HANGS UP THE PHONE AND SLAMS DOWN HIS COFFEE CUP, BREAKING IT AND SPILLING THE LAST OF HIS COFFEE ON THE TABLE.

BO GOES UP THE STAIRS AND WE GO TO: SHAWN-DOUGLAS, WHO IS STILL SLEEPING RESTLESSLY.

HOLD ON SHAWN-D AND OUT.

HOSPITAL BOARD ROOM. KAYLA IS IN FRONT OF MARCUS AND THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS. THERE ARE 12 MEMBERS, INCLUDING TOM, VICTOR, AND BILL. IN PROGRESS.

MEMBER #1: (OBVIOUSLY BORED) But do they actually do anything? Something we could get a TV crew interested in?

KAYLA: Well... I don't really know what you mean. The Center has helped improve the overall quality of life in the area...

MEMBER #2: Which is still one of the poorest and most dangerous areas of the city.

KAYLA: Well, yes. But that's what the Center is there for. If there was more money for more programs...

VICTOR: Such as?

KAYLA: Literacy programs to teach people to read, ESL programs for new immigrants, tutoring for adults to help them get their GED, job training courses, parenting courses, drug counseling, any number of things.

MEMBER #1: Mostly education, then?

KAYLA: Well, yes. Like they say, an ounce of prevention...

MEMBER #3: "They" obviously didn't have to deal with the media.

KAYLA: I really don't think you're understanding me...

BILL: Yes, gentlemen, why don't we just let Mrs. Johnson finish before we pass judgement?

KAYLA: Thank you. (SMOOTHS HER SKIRT) The Riverfront Community Center is exactly that. It's a community center. It's there to help the people in the community. Our goal is to empower people through knowledge. The Center is there to teach them skills and ideas that would ordinarily be out of their reach. It's to make everyday life, and the overall quality of life, better.

MEMBER #1: But you're asking us to take funds from some of our more visible projects to help you.

TOM: I think Mrs. Johnson is right. It seems to me that the spending is needed. And justified.

MEMBER #1: How can you say that? No offense, Mrs. Johnson, but your Center doesn't do much of anything that's marketable. The MedVan, now that is a PR project! The image of the dedicated doctor bravely driving into crime-ridden areas to help the poor and elderly... that was a stroke of genius!

MEMBER #2: And having a Trauma Center always looks good.

KAYLA: (HOLDING BACK HER ANGER) Both of those projects are worthwhile, but they're like band-aids. The Community Center is there to help every day. It takes time to get results, and a commitment from the hospital to the community.

MEMBER #1: (SARCASTICALLY) A community made up of junkies, welfare queens and other assorted deadbeats.

VICTOR: (MENACINGLY) There are a number of hard-working people who have come from the Riverfront area.

MEMBER #1: (NERVOUSLY) Er... you're correct Mr. Kiriakis. But you must admit, they are a minority.

VICTOR: On the contrary. I am behind this project 100 per cent.

KAYLA AND MARCUS LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN SURPRISE.

KAYLA: So that's all that matters? The bottom line? What about the people?

MEMBER #3: I'm sorry. They just really don't factor into the equation at this time. I'd like to call for a vote. All in favor of moving part of the funding from the MedVan and Trauma Center to the Community Center, show your hands.

TOM, VICTOR, AND BILL ALL RAISE THEIR HANDS.

THE OTHER 9 BOARD MEMBERS RAISE THEIR HANDS.

AS THE BOARD MEMBERS START WALKING OUT, MARCUS WALKS BEHIND KAYLA AND PUTS HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER

KAYLA: Me, too. I just can't believe these people! Don't they care?

TOM AND BILL WALK UP, CLOSELY FOLLOWED BY VICTOR.

KAYLA: You tried. And I appreciate that.

BILL: If there's anything we can do personally... please let us know.

KAYLA: Thank you. Both of you.

TOM AND BILL LEAVE AS VICTOR WALKS UP. KAYLA STIFFENS UPON SEEING HIM.

KAYLA: Victor.

VICTOR: I realize I'm not your favorite person in the world. But believe it or not, I care about that area. And I have a suggestion that I hope you will take. For the sake of the center, why don't you look into private donors?

KAYLA: Private donors...

VICTOR: And corporate sponsors. Or perhaps a private foundation.

KAYLA: I'll keep that in mind.

VICTOR: You do that. Good-bye, Mrs. Johnson. Dr. Hunter.

VICTOR LEAVES AS MARCUS STARES AFTER HIM.

KAYLA: I'm not sure. But we better get back to the Center.

MARCUS TURNS OFF THE LIGHT AND CLOSES THE DOOR AS THEY LEAVE THE ROOM.

CUT TO: JULIE'S PENTHOUSE. DOUG, JULIE & JACK. IN PROGRESS.

JACK: You know what they say about the early bird...

JULIE: If I didn't know you better, darling, I'd think you were comparing me to a worm.

JACK: Goodness no! I would never do that to one as lovely and talented as yourself! Why...

JULIE: Get to the point, Jack.

JACK: (PRODUCING A CONTRACT WITH A FLOURISH) All right then. I am positive that this meets all your requirements and then some.

JULIE TAKES THE CONTRACT AND BEGINS READING IT.

JACK TRIES TO READ THE CONTRACT UPSIDE DOWN IN AN EFFORT TO SEE WHAT SECTION JULIE IS READING.

JULIE PICKS UP A PEN FROM THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE FLIPS BACK TO THE FIRST PAGE OF THE CONTRACT AND BEGINS WRITING ON IT.

JACK: Total approval?

JULIE: (RAISING AN EYEBROW) Don't you trust me, Jack?

JACK: Oh of course! Total approval it is!

JULIE: And about the salary...

WE SEE JACK VISIBLY GULP.

JACK SIGHS IN RELIEF.

JACK: (WINCING) Whatever you say, Julie.

JULIE: And I'll want to go over all the personnel records in order to choose my staff.

JACK: Of course. I already have a few people in mind...

JULIE: I'll only accept the best.

JACK: (SIGHING) And the best you shall have. Just leave me Vern, ok?

JULIE: (LAUGHING) Really, dear. Vern working on a woman's magazine?

JULIE HANDS THE CONTRACT BACK TO JACK.

JACK BARELY LOOKS UP FROM BENDING OVER THE COFFEE TABLE. HE IS INITIALLING FRANTICALLY WITH HIS LEFT HAND AND PUTS HIS RIGHT OVER HIS HEAD FOR JULIE TO SHAKE. SHE DOES.

DOUG: Hey! Watch who you're calling "darling."

JACK HEADS FOR THE DOOR.

WITH A JAUNTY WAVE JACK EXITS.

DOUG: So are you, Fair Lady. 5% indeed! You drive a hard bargain.

JULIE: If there's one thing I've learned in the business world it's not to back down from what you want.

DOUG: (DISTRACTED) Yes...

JULIE: So, darling. Before we were interrupted you were going to tell me what's been on your mind?

DOUG GESTURES AROUND THE PENTHOUSE.

JULIE: Well, I admit it's not like Florence, but it will feel like home soon. Once the rest of your things arrive...

DOUG: No, no, it's not the decor... Here you are jumping right back into things and I don't even know what I want to do, if I want to do anything, with the Club. (SIGHS) I have to find my place in Salem again.

JULIE PUTS HER ARMS AROUND HIS NECK.

DOUG PULLS JULIE INTO HIS EMBRACE. HOLD ON THEIR KISS.

CUT TO: SALEM INN. EVE IS LYING ACROSS HER BED, HER ARM DRAPED ACROSS HER EYES WHICH ARE RED AND SWOLLEN FROM CRYING. SHE JUMPS AS SHE HEARS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

FRANKIE: It's me. Frankie.

EVE: (TIRED) What do you want?

FRANKIE: To talk.

EVE: I'm not interested.

FRANKIE: Please?

EVE: Go away! I said I don't want to see you!

FRANKIE: Please. My flight leaves in two hours.

EVE: And you damn well better be on it!

FRANKIE: Look, I just want to talk. It's hard talking through this door. Can I please come in?

EVE: (SITS UP, RUNNING HER HAND THROUGH HER HAIR) All right. If it's the only way I'll get you to shut up.

EVE GETS UP AND OPENS THE DOOR. FRANKIE WALKS IN.

FRANKIE: To talk.

EVE: Haven't we done enough of that already? That's all you ever do is talk.

FRANKIE: I just wanted to say good-bye.

EVE: I don't see why you bothered. I mean, it's not like you usually like to associate with people like me. I'm not sweet or nice like Jennifer, you know.

FRANKIE: For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

EVE: Puh-leeze. Spare me the sentimental crap, okay? Say what you want and get the hell out of my life!

FRANKIE: I've been thinking a lot the past few days, about what you said.

EVE: Yeah? That's a first. You actually listened to me.

FRANKIE: Maybe you're right.

EVE: Excuse me? Did you say that you, Saint Frankie, may have been wrong and I, the Evil Eve, may have been right? Someone alert the media.

FRANKIE: (IGNORING HER SARCASM) I guess I did... ignore you. I didn't pay attention to your needs, and I didn't see the pain I caused you. And I'm truly sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you.

EVE: And that's supposed to make it better?

FRANKIE: It's just...

EVE: Why does everyone think "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean to" make everything right? It doesn't!

FRANKIE: Eve...

EVE: God! You're just like Nick! You took me and you twisted me around to be what you wanted, and you never thought about me! And you think all you have to do is apologize and everything will be better!

FRANKIE: No, I don't...

EVE: But it's not! It doesn't make it hurt any less! It doesn't make a damn bit of difference!

FRANKIE: I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me.

EVE: No. I will never be able to forgive you. I believed in you, Frankie. I loved you. And I thought you felt the same way about me. But you never did. You never even gave me a chance. You never took the time to get to know me. I was never anything to you.

FRANKIE: That's not true...

EVE: What's my favorite food?

FRANKIE: What?

EVE: Just a simple question... What's my favorite food?

FRANKIE: Well...

EVE: What's my favorite movie? My favorite song?

FRANKIE: I don't know... I...

EVE: See? Simple questions and you can't answer a single one. You don't know anything about me, Frankie.

FRANKIE: I'm sorry Eve. I just hope... I hope someday you can find peace and happiness.

EVE: Wake up, Frankie! This isn't some fairy tale. There is no true love... no happily-ever-after... no fairy godmothers with magic wands. This is it! I'm not going to have peace or love or moonbeams and rainbows. (BEAT) But I will have power and money. And that's what I want.

FRANKIE: If that's what you truly want, Eve, then I'm sure that's what you'll get. But there's more to life...

EVE: Not for me. Never for me.

FRANKIE: Eve... I guess I should go.

EVE: Good idea.

FRANKIE: Good-bye. Take care of yourself. But then I guess that's what you're good at.

FRANKIE WALKS TO THE DOOR, TURNS, LOOKS AT EVE, SHAKES HIS HEAD, THEN WALKS OUT. EVE SLAMS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM, GLARES AT IT FOR A MOMENT, THEN TURNS AND SLUMPS AGAINST IT. WE SEE TEARS RUNNING DOWN HER FACE. AND OUT.

JANET'S OFFICE. JANET AND MORGAN ARE INTERVIEWING AN ASSORTMENT OF CRIMINALS, ALL OF WHOM BO HAS ARRESTED. WE FADE IN TO SEE THEM INTERVIEWING A TALL, THIN, YOUNG MAN.

MAN #1: Hey, I was thirsty.

FADE OUT ON JANET SHAKING HER HEAD. FADE IN TO A YOUNG WOMAN, WITH LOTS OF LONG, BLOND HAIR.

WOMAN #1: Like I said before, all those men were just coming to worship at my temple. It's an issue of religious freedom.

FADE OUT ON MORGAN, TRYING NOT TO LAUGH, FADE IN TO A SHORT, OLDER MAN, WITH GRAY HAIR.

JANET: You were afraid for your life?

MAN #2: Maybe just our front teeth. And everyone knew his brother would cover for him.

JANET: But did anyone want to kill him?

MAN #2: Maybe everyone did...

MORGAN: Did you want to kill him?

MAN #2: Me? I'm a pacifist. I pick locks, not fights.

FADE OUT ON MORGAN, FADE BACK IN ON JANET.

MORGAN: I know... Don't have the brains to pull it off...

BO SUDDENLY BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR.

JANET: (SMOOTHLY) Officer Brady, you will learn to knock before entering your Captain's office.

BO: The hell with knocking... I want answers.

JANET: Answers to what?

BO: Why the hell have you wasted the morning talking to all those low-rent criminals? Why don't you go after the real killer? Why don't you arrest Lawrence Alamain?

HOLD ON BO'S ANGER.

CUT TO: COMMUNITY CENTER. CANDIS IS AT THE DESK GOING THROUGH SOME PAPERWORK WHEN KAYLA AND MARCUS ENTER. CANDIS LOOKS UP HOPEFULLY, BUT SEEING THEIR DOWNCAST EXPRESSIONS, HER OWN TURNS GLUM.

KAYLA: Candis...

CANDIS: It's okay. I've seen that look in the mirror several times myself.

MARCUS: Believe me, Candis, it's not from lack of effort. I thought you did a helluva job in there, Kayla. (PUTS HIS ARM AROUND HER) You had my vote.

KAYLA: Thanks, Marcus. Unfortunately, you're not on the Hospital Board. (SIGHS) It doesn't seem like I really accomplished anything.

CANDIS: Don't take it personally, Kayla. I've been in front of that Board more times than I can remember, and I've always gotten the same response.

KAYLA: I just feel like I failed...

CANDIS: Hey, you've already done more than most people would. I really am grateful to you for trying, you know. I didn't mean to sound unappreciative. I'm just so frustrated with the whole situation.

MARCUS: That's okay, Candis. We understand how discouraging it's been for you.

KAYLA: Yeah, now we understand first-hand...

MARCUS: (SMILING) But we're not through fighting, are we, ladies?

KAYLA: (SMILING ALSO) Not by a long shot.

CANDIS: Well, I could still use some consolation.

CANDIS STANDS UP AND HEADS TOWARD THE DOOR TO THE NEXT ROOM.

CANDIS PAUSES IN THE DOORWAY AND LOOKS BACK.

KAYLA AND MARCUS LOOK AT EACH OTHER QUIZZICALLY, AND MOUTH THE WORDS, "EMERGENCY DEPRESSION FUND?" SECONDS LATER, CANDIS RETURNS WITH A GALLON TUB OF ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM AND THREE SPOONS.

MARCUS: Ahhh, depression medicine! Just what the doctor ordered.

KAYLA: Marcus, do you ever prescribe any real medicine?

MARCUS: Hey, watch it... if you're not careful, you'll be the one wearing the ice cream this time...

MARCUS AND KAYLA LAUGH.

KAYLA: Inside joke...

THE THREE DIG INTO THE ICE CREAM.

MARCUS: Well, we know that the hospital is out...

KAYLA: And our options beyond that are pretty sparse.

CANDIS: But the work we do here is so important to the community. We care for the people who actually live and work down here. And their children... we've got to take care of the children if this town is going to have any future at all.

MARCUS: I agree, completely. But the people holding the hospital purse strings are more concerned about keeping the hospital open and running today. They're not looking into the future. They don't think they can afford to.

KAYLA: That's why we've got to look elsewhere for help. I just know there are people out there who are as concerned about the community's future as they are about its present. They have to be thinking about their children...

CANDIS: I can muster some support from the people in the neighborhood. They don't have much money to give, but I know that they'll be willing to donate their time. I'll bet we can even get some of the local merchants to donate materials for repairs.

KAYLA: We're still going to need money, though. I'll try to make appointments to speak with representatives from some of the corporations with offices in the area.

MARCUS: So you're going to take Victor's advice, after all?

KAYLA: Well, it is good advice. I can't ignore it just because of how I feel about the source.

MARCUS: Glad to hear it. I'll talk to some of my colleagues, too, and see if I can get some to give some time, or cough up some spare cash...

CANDIS: (JOKINGLY) After they've made their monthly payments on their Ferraris and their condos...

MARCUS: More like their malpractice insurance and their medical school loans...

CANDIS: (SMILING) Touché, Doctor Hunter.

MARCUS NOTICES KAYLA'S LOOK OF CONCERN.

KAYLA: Oh, I was just thinking... I hope that following Victor's advice doesn't mean I'll have to deal with a lot of people that are just like him. As committed as I am to making this Center successful, I just couldn't ask for a donation from someone like Victor Kiriakis.

MARCUS: I hope you wouldn't. Any help from people like that would not be an asset. Their money is never given freely... There are always strings attached.

CANDIS: There must be people in Salem who have money and aren't criminals. Not all the wealthy people in this town are corrupt, are they?

KAYLA: No, not all of them. There are a few who are good people... I know them personally... In fact, I could start with them. (SMILES) You two will excuse me, won't you? I have places to go and people to see...

HOLD ON MARCUS AS HE WATCHES KAYLA DASH OUT THE DOOR.

CUT TO: JACK/JENNIFER'S LIVING ROOM. ABIGAIL IS NAPPING IN HER PLAYPEN. THERE ARE TOYS AND WOODEN BLOCKS ALL OVER THE FLOOR. THE COUCH IS COVERED WITH BARBIES AND GI JOES AND VARIOUS ACCESSORIES. THE TV IS BLARING WHILE SHAWN-DOUGLAS AND STEPHANIE PLAY TUG-OF-WAR WITH THE REMOTE CONTROL. BRADY IS IN A HIGH CHAIR BANGING A SPOON. TWO GLASSES OF MILK, A BOWL OF SOUP AND A SIPPI CUP OF APPLE JUICE ARE ALREADY SET OUT ON THE TABLE. JENNIFER COMES IN FROM THE KITCHEN CARRYING TWO PLATES WITH PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICHES. SHE LOOKS EXHAUSTED. BITS OF HAIR ARE COMING LOOSE FROM HER PONYTAIL AND THE BACK OF HER BLOUSE HAS COME UNTUCKED.

STEPHANIE: No! I hate GI Joe! My Little Pony!

STEPHANIE AND SHAWN-D: (SHOUTING IN UNISON) "Jennifer!"

JENNIFER: Let's eat some lunch first, ok? Then afterwards you can both watch the Disney Channel. I'll bet the Mickey Mouse Club is on.

SHAWN-D: I hate the Mickey Mouse Club.

STEPHANIE: Me too!

JENNIFER BEGINS TO FEED BRADY HIS SOUP. HE CLAMPS HIS MOUTH SHUT. JENNIFER BEGINS TO PLAY "AIRPLANE" WITH HIM.

STEPHANIE AND SHAWN-D IN UNISON SHOUT, "YEAH, BARNEY!"

SHAWN-DOUGLAS AND STEPHANIE CLIMB UP ON CHAIRS. JACK OPENS THE FRONT DOOR AND LEANS AGAINST THE DOOR JAMB AS HE SURVEYS THE ROOM WITH AWE. ABIGAIL WAKES UP AND BEGINS TO CRY. JENNIFER PUTS THE BOWL OF SOUP DOWN AND GETS UP. JACK WALKS INTO THE ROOM.

JENNIFER: Hi... Thanks. Her bottle and cereal are in the kitchen. Would you feed her?

JACK: Sure...

JACK WALKS OVER TO ABIGAIL AND PICKS HER UP. HOLDING ABIGAIL, JACK BEGINS TO PICK HIS WAY THROUGH THE DESTRUCTION.

STEPHANIE: Hi Uncle Jack!

SHAWN-D: Hi Jack!

JACK: Hi Stephanie... Shawn-Douglas.

JENNIFER: Caroline is down with a bad cold. She needed to rest.

JACK: (TO JENNIFER) And from the looks of things so will you. (TO STEPHANIE AND SHAWN-DOUGLAS) OK, kids. What's for lunch? PB&J, huh?

STEPHANIE: (PUSHING THE PLATE AWAY) I'm not eating it.

JENNIFER: (TO JACK) I've got it under control. More or less. (TO STEPHANIE) Why not, honey? It's your favorite.

STEPHANIE: This doesn't taste like the kind Mommy makes.

JENNIFER: Sure it does, it's just the same.

STEPHANIE: Mommy cuts mine into triangles.

SHAWN-D: I'm not eating mine either.

JACK: Why not?

SHAWN-D: It's got the crust on.

JENNIFER: (REACHING FOR A KNIFE) I can fix that.

JACK, WITH ABIGAIL ON ONE HIP, TAKES STEPHANIE'S PLATE AND HEADS FOR THE KITCHEN.

JENNIFER STOPS HIM LONG ENOUGH TO GIVE HIM A QUICK KISS.

JACK WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN. SHAWN-DOUGLAS THROWS HIS BREAD CRUST AT STEPHANIE, WHO PUMMELS HIM IN RETURN.

BRADY REFUSES TO EAT ANY MORE SOUP, SPITTING A MOUTHFUL ALL OVER JENNIFER. HE BEGINS TO CRY AND POINT.

JENNIFER HANDS BRADY THE SIPPI CUP AND HE PROMPTLY DUMPS IT OVER HIS HEAD. JACK ENTERS FROM THE KITCHEN WITH STEPHANIE'S SANDWICH. JACK IS STILL HOLDING ABIGAIL, WHO'S DRINKING FROM A BOTTLE.

JACK: Here, Stephanie. Triangles as requested.

JENNIFER: Jack, did you see Julie?

JACK: Oh I saw her all right. She gouged me!

JENNIFER: Oh stop it. Whatever she asked for, she's worth it. Julie's perfect for the job and you know it.

JACK: Yes, I do. I ran the contracts over to the attorney before she had a chance to back out.

JENNIFER: How's the story on Carly coming?

JACK: I'm... uh ... working on it.

JENNIFER: You've been saying that forever. When will it be in the Spectator?

JACK: (HEADING FOR THE KITCHEN) Excuse me, I forgot Abby's cereal.

JENNIFER: Jack. Why do you keep avoiding this? What's going on? What are you trying to hide?

HOLD ON JACK. AND OUT.

JULIE'S PENTHOUSE. JULIE IS ON THE SOFA, READING THE NEWSPAPER. DOUG ENTERS FROM THE KITCHEN WITH TWO CUPS OF COFFEE. HE HANDS HER ONE OF THE CUPS AND SITS DOWN .

DOUG: (SMILING PROUDLY) And with minimal damage to the kitchen, I might add.

JULIE: (CHUCKLING) You're a man of many talents, my dear.

DOUG: And you should know, Fair Lady.

DOUG LEANS OVER AND KISSES JULIE. THEY ARE INTERRUPTED BY THE BUZZ OF THE INTERCOM. DOUG GROANS.

JULIE GETS UP AND GOES TO THE MONITOR. SHE SEES EVE IN THE MONITOR, LOOKING VERY AGITATED.

DOUG: What's wrong? Who is it?

JULIE: Remember the other night, when I warned Jack about hurricane Eve?

DOUG: Oh, no...

JULIE: Oh, yes. She's headed this way.

DOUG: But it's too early. If you don't answer, won't she go away?

THE BUZZER SOUNDS AGAIN.

EVE: (OVER THE INTERCOM) Julie, I know it's early, but I have to talk to you right away.

JULIE: All right. Come on up. (SHE PRESSES THE BUTTON TO LET EVE COME UP)

DOUG: I think I'll retire to the bedroom while you ladies discuss your business.

JULIE: It's all right, dear. Eve barks a lot, but she won't bite.

DOUG: No, but I might.

JULIE: Doug...

DOUG GETS UP, TAKING HIS COFFEE CUP AND A SECTION OF THE NEWSPAPER WITH HIM. HE GIVES JULIE A KISS.

JULIE: Thanks, I'll probably need it.

DOUG EXITS TO THE BEDROOM. THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. JULIE OPENS IT TO A SWEETLY-SMILING EVE.

JULIE: (FORCING A SMILE OF HER OWN) We'll see, won't we? Come in, Eve. Make yourself comfortable.

EVE ENTERS AND GOES TO THE SOFA.

EVE: (SITTING DOWN) No, thank you.

JULIE: (ALSO SITTING DOWN) All right, then, Eve, what can I do for you?

EVE: (NERVOUSLY) Is something wrong?

JULIE: No, it's just a little early. I am still on my first cup... (PICKING UP HER CUP OF COFFEE) But you're here, so go ahead... tell me what's on your mind.

EVE: Okay. (EXHALES) I want to cash in my trust fund. I want to collect the money that Nick left for me.

JULIE, WHO HAS JUST TAKEN A SIP OF COFFEE, SWALLOWS IT HARD AND FROWNS. SHE SETS HER CUP DOWN AND TRIES TO SMILE.

EVE: Why not?

JULIE: You know very well why not. Nick entrusted me to make sure you marry the right man, and that you marry for love. Once you do that, the money is yours.

EVE: Unbelievable! (BEAT) Julie, you lied once before... you approved of my marriage to Jack, and got the money for me. Why can't you bend the rules again?

JULIE: I can't do it again because I now realize what a big mistake it was the first time. I thought I was doing the right thing, but it turned out wrong. Jack was hurt, Jennifer was hurt, and you were hurt.

EVE: Don't worry about it, I'm fine now. I just need that money to make a fresh start.

JULIE: No, Eve. This time, I'm going to do it right. I'm going to honor Nick's wishes. No more deceptions, no more lies.

EVE: Why are you doing this to me?! Why are you trying to completely destroy my life?

JULIE: Eve, don't be ridiculous. I'm not trying to destroy your life.

EVE: Well, you're doing a pretty good job of it, anyway. If you don't get that money for me, what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to live?!

JULIE: A logical course of action would be to find a place to live, and a job...

EVE: A job? A job?! And just what am I supposed to do, huh? Go back to hostessing? Go back to hooking? I never went to college, I'm not educated. And thanks to you, I spent the last two years rotting in an African jungle!

JULIE: I'm sorry, Eve. I know I should have told you as soon as I found out about the trust fund...

EVE: A lot of good that does me now. No place to live, no money, no job... (BEAT) What did I do to you to make you hate me so much? (SHE STARTS TO CRY)

JULIE: That's absurd. I don't hate you. Quite the contrary, I care very much, and I want to see you happy.

EVE: If you give me the money, I'll be very happy.

JULIE: No, Eve, you won't. I know that from experience. Money and power are very seductive, but they can't really make you happy. If they're all you have, then you'll end up feeling empty inside. (BEAT) I had all the wealth and power I could want, but I wasn't happy. I wasn't truly happy until the man I love came back into my life.

EVE: That's great, I'm really happy for you. But I don't have anyone like that.

JULIE: You will.

EVE: Even if I believed that, what am I supposed to do in the meantime? I still need a job and a place to live...

JULIE: (RELUCTANTLY) Well... I just signed on to be Editor-in-chief of a new magazine. I'm going to be starting very soon, and I'll need an assistant.

EVE: But I don't know anything about magazines, or publishing.

JULIE: I think you could handle it. Anyway, it would just be temporary, until you can get yourself established in something else.

EVE: (SIGHS) I'll think about it. (BEAT) It would be so much easier if you would just give me the money...

JULIE: Maybe so. But it wouldn't be the best thing for you.

EVE: I wish I could believe you.

JULIE: Patience, darling. One day, you'll understand. And you'll thank me.

EVE: Sorry, but I don't think that will happen anytime soon.

JULIE: Probably not. But I'm certain that it's the right thing.

EVE GETS UP TO LEAVE.

JULIE GETS UP AND FOLLOWS EVE AS SHE WALKS TO THE DOOR.

EVE: I won't. I'll let you know. (SHE OPENS THE DOOR)

JULIE: I'm really not trying to make things difficult for you, Eve.

EVE: (UNCONVINCED) Okay. I'll talk to you soon.

JULIE: Good-bye.

EVE EXITS. JULIE CLOSES THE DOOR AND SIGHS. SHE RETURNS TO THE SOFA. DOUG EMERGES FORM THE BEDROOM AND JOINS HER.

JULIE: Yes, I know. You were eavesdropping?

DOUG: I confess, I was. Are you sure it was wise to offer her a job as your assistant?

JULIE: No, not completely. (BEAT) I really don't trust her, especially to be my assistant.

DOUG: So why did you do it?

JULIE: I felt obligated. It really is largely my fault that her life is such a mess right now.

DOUG: I don't know...

JULIE: But I do. The least I can do is work with her until she finds something else, and gets her life back together.

DOUG: (PUTTING HIS ARMS AROUND HER) You are a very generous and kind woman, my dear.

JULIE: Why, thank you, my dear.

THEY KISS. JULIE PULLS DOUG CLOSER AND RESTS HER CHIN ON HIS SHOULDER. HOLD ON JULIE'S WORRY.

CUT TO: CARVER AND CARVER/CONFERENCE ROOM. ABE, LEXIE, AND JOHN. IN PROGRESS.

ABE: We're still looking for more evidence.

LEXIE: We do have a great witness, thanks to you.

ABE: Yeah, that phone number sure paid off big time. But I want to have some more aces up our sleeves. This has got to be an air-tight case.

JOHN: I've been checking into things at Alamain Industries, but so far nothing we can use in a court of law. What about all his dealings with Jencon?

LEXIE: Well, now that you mention it, I did come up with a very interesting piece of information. Guess who invested big money in Jencon?

JOHN: Who?

ABE: Henri Von Leuschner.

JOHN: Carly's father?

LEXIE: Apparently he invested in quite a few of the Alamain holdings.

JOHN: Pretty slick. Not only does he marry his daughter off and combine the two fortunes, he also gets a return on his money right away.

ABE: That's what we thought. But we're going to do a little more digging anyway. Who knows what else we'll come up with?

JONAH AND CARRIE ENTER. THEY ARE DRESSED IN DIRTY CUT-OFFS AND T-SHIRTS. CARRIE HAS A DIRTY FACE.

CARRIE: It's moving day! Have you forgotten?

ABE: No, no, of course not. When do we start?

CARRIE: Well, we're almost done cleaning upstairs. Can you go and pick up my stuff from the old apartment?

JOHN: Sure thing. We'll be there and back in a flash.

JONAH: I've got the keys.

LEXIE: Carrie, you go with them and make sure they don't break anything. I'll finish upstairs.

CARRIE: That would be great, thanks. All that's really left is the curtains. And I couldn't get the shower curtain rod to stay on the wall.

LEXIE: Don't worry, I'll fix it... It's all in the wrist. We'll be done before you get back.

JOHN: Let's get to it then!

CARRIE: You guys are the best.

JONAH: Moving first... compliments later. Let's go.

THEY ALL WALK OUT THE DOOR, LAUGHING.

CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. BO IS STANDING IN FRONT OF JANET'S DESK, WHERE JANET AND MORGAN ARE SITTING. IN PROGRESS.

MORGAN: (STANDS UP) Uhhh, excuse me, you two. I need to go make a phone call... (SOTTO VOCE) or have a root canal... anything to get me outta here.

MORGAN EXITS AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. BO AND JANET ARE LOCKED IN A STARE-DOWN, OBLIVIOUS TO MORGAN'S DEPARTURE.

BO: I'll stand.

JANET: How are you feeling?

BO: I'm fine.

JANET: How's your arm?

BO: (IMPATIENTLY) My arm's fine. Look, Captain, can we cut the chatter and get to the point here?

JANET: And what point is that, Officer Brady?

BO: You haven't answered my question. Why are you wasting your time with these nickel-and-dime hoods? Why aren't you questioning Alamain?

JANET: One question at a time. (BEAT) But first, take a seat. I'm tired of talking up to you.

BO: I'm just fine right here.

JANET: (THROUGH CLENCHED TEETH) Sit down, Brady. That's an order.

BO ANGRILY PULLS UP A CHAIR AND SITS DOWN.

BO: Look Captain, my fiancee has been killed! I'll calm down when the man responsible has been put behind bars!

JANET: That is just one reason why I'm handling this case, and you're not. (BEAT) Now, for your questions. We are not "wasting our time" with the suspects we're questioning. It's simply good police work... We don't want to put all our efforts into one or two suspects. We need to be thorough, and carefully review every possible scenario...

BO: I don't need a review on how to conduct an investigation. I know that Larry Alamain is the one who killed Carly. Hell, everyone knows it.

JANET: It doesn't matter what you think you know. We can only act on what we can prove with hard evidence. You know that.

BO: Proof? I'll get you proof. Give me half an hour alone with Alamain, and I'll get you a full confession.

JANET: You're out of line, Brady.

BO: The man killed the woman I love, and tried to kill me! And you haven't even questioned him!

JANET: (DEEP BREATH) Look, Bo, I'm very sorry about Doctor Manning. I know that you're in a great deal of pain right now. You're not thinking clearly.

BO: I think I am the only one thinking clearing.

JANET: (IGNORING BO) Take some time, as much time as you need, to work through it. When you've gotten your emotions under control, and you're thinking rationally, come back to work. Until then, I don't want to see you around here. We are trying to solve this case, and right now, you're just getting in the way.

BO: (FURIOUS) So that's it. "You're in the way, Brady, so get the hell out of here." (BEAT) I don't think so, Captain. I am on this case.

JANET: Do you want to blow the whole investigation? Do the words "conflict of interest" mean anything to you?

BO: I don't care about...

JANET: (ANGRILY) Well, I do care. And don't you presume to tell me whether you're on a case or not. I am your superior officer, and you will follow my orders.

BO: Captain, someone has to bring in Lawrence Alamain. If you're not going to do it, then I will.

JANET: (STANDING) The hell you will. I will not have you using your badge to carry out a personal vendetta against Lawrence Alamain.

BO: (STANDING) Fine. I'll leave my badge at home. The department won't be involved at all. I'll just take care of business myself.

JANET: (POINTING A FINGER AT BO) Brady, I'm warning you. Stay out of this investigation. Don't make me suspend you.

BO PAUSES MOMENTARILY, GLARING AT JANET.

BO TURNS AND STORMS OUT OF THE OFFICE, SLAMMING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. JANET LOOKS AT THE DOOR AND EXHALES LOUDLY, THEN LOOKS DOWN AT HER DESK. CLOSE UP OF BO'S BADGE. AND OUT.

JACK AND JENNIFER'S LIVING ROOM. JACK AND JENNIFER ARE TRYING TO TALK ABOVE THE NOISE OF THE CHILDREN PLAYING.

WE HEAR MUSIC FROM THE TV START TO PLAY AND THE WORDS "I LOVE YOU. YOU LOVE ME. WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILY" ARE SUNG.

JENNIFER: (ANNOYED) Jack, you're changing the subject.

JACK: OK, OK. Yes, I have been keeping something from you.

JENNIFER OPENS HER MOUTH TO SPEAK.

JENNIFER: How many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to protect me. We're a team... we work things out together. I'm a big girl now.

JACK: (SIZING HER UP) Oh, I don't know... You look pretty small to me...

JENNIFER: Jack...

JACK: OK. Well, remember when you asked me to write an editorial on Carly's life?

JENNIFER: Yes...

JACK: Well...

JACK IS STILL SHOUTING TO BE HEARD OVER THE MUSIC WHEN IT ENDS SUDDENLY. SHAWN-DOUGLAS AND STEPHANIE LOOK AT JACK AND GIGGLE. BRADY COVERS HIS EARS AND ABIGAIL STARTS TO CRY. JENNIFER WALKS OVER TO ABIGAIL AND PICKS HER UP. JACK FOLLOWS AND CONTINUES TALKING, IN A SOFTER VOICE.

JENNIFER: And...

JACK: And nothing. Zilch. Nada. It's like Ms. Von Leuschner aka Carly Manning just appeared out of thin air. (OPENS BRIEFCASE AND HANDS A COMPUTER PRINT-OUT TO JENNIFER) Here's my outline of the story thus far.

JENNIFER: (READING) That's odd.

JACK: I'd say so! By the way, would you happen to remember Carly ever mentioning anything about her past? Maybe something in her letters to you?

SOMEONE SPILLS JUICE. JENNIFER RUNS TO CLEAN IT UP.

JACK: (DODGING A TRAIN SET AS HE WALKS WITH JENNIFER TO THE KITCHEN SINK) Yes. But that's practically all I have.

JENNIFER: (RETURNING TO THE LIVING ROOM) I want to help.

JACK: I don't know...

JENNIFER: Jack, Carly was my best friend. If anyone knows her, I do. I know she was a wonderful person, and I'll help prove it.

JACK: We'll see. I'll show you all my notes on the story.

THEY ARE INTERRUPTED BY A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. JENNIFER, STILL HOLDING ABIGAIL, HANDS THE BABY TO JACK AND GOES TO OPEN THE DOOR. IT IS BO, WORN AND FRAZZLED.

JACK: Officer Brady.

BO WINCES. JACK RUNS TO SAVE A VASE THAT IS ABOUT TO CRASH.

BO: Actually Jenn, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind watching him a little longer.

JENNIFER: (HER SMILE VANISHES, UNNOTICED BY BO) Sure. (SIGH) No problem.

JACK RETURNS WITH ABIGAIL IN ONE ARM AND A VASE IN THE OTHER. JACK STARTS TO PROTEST, BUT IS CUT SHORT BY BO.

BO LEAVES IN A HURRY. SHAWN-DOUGLAS, WHO HAS BEEN LEFT STANDING NEAR THE DOOR, UNNOTICED BY HIS FATHER, STARES AT THE FLOOR, NEAR TEARS.

SOMETHING CRASHES, MAKING A LOUD NOISE. BOTH BRADY AND STEPHANIE START TO CRY, WHICH CAUSES ABIGAIL TO CRY.

HOLD ON THE CONFUSION.

CUT TO: JULIE'S PENTHOUSE. DOUG AND JULIE, NOW DRESSED, ARE SITTING ON THE COUCH SIPPING COFFEE.

DOUG: Actually it's a few things...

JULIE: Like?

THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

JULIE GETS UP AND GOES OVER TO THE DOOR.

DOUG: (LAUGHING) No you won't, you love it and you know it.

JULIE OPENS THE DOOR. IT IS KAYLA.

KAYLA: Hello, Julie. It's good to see you again. Doug! It's been ages. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?

DOUG: No, not at all. What can we do for you?

KAYLA: Well, I'm going to be moving back to Salem.

JULIE: That's wonderful.

KAYLA: Yes, isn't it? But I need something to do.

JULIE: Can I help?

KAYLA: That's why I'm here. You see, I'm going to get the Community Center on it's feet again.

DOUG: I remember when you and Steve built that place. It means a lot to you, doesn't it?

KAYLA: Yes, it does. The funding has been cut off and it's terribly run down.

DOUG: I thought all the money came from hospital funds?

KAYLA: It used to, but other projects like the Medvan and the Trauma Center have really spread things thin.

JULIE: Surely Grandpa and Uncle Bill could do something about that.

KAYLA: I've already talked to them. In fact, I made a presentation to the Board asking for more funding but they didn't go for it.

DOUG: That's terrible.

JULIE: Maybe I should see if I can get back on the Board...

KAYLA: Instead of relying on the Hospital, I've decided to follow up on a suggestion Victor made and try to get donations from private citizens and corporations.

JULIE: Victor's suggestion? Well, he does know about money. And I suspect he has a soft spot for the Riverfront area...

DOUG: Well, you can count on us. We'll be happy to help in any way we can.

KAYLA: Thank you. That means a lot. Well, I won't keep you any longer, I know you're probably busy.

JULIE: We can work out the details later. But don't feel you have to run off.

KAYLA: I don't... I have more people to see.

JULIE: Getting everyone to help? Good for you.

DOUG: Now that you're back in Salem, I'm sure we'll see each other a lot.

KAYLA: I'd like that. I'll talk to you later then?

JULIE: Absolutely. And let us know if you need anything else.

KAYLA: I will, thanks. You two are the best. I'm glad you're back.

DOUG: So are we.

KAYLA: Good-bye.

JULIE: Good-bye. Give Stephanie a kiss for me!

KAYLA LEAVES AND JULIE CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HER.

DOUG: There is no back door. But you're on the right track. Let's leave the house all together.

JULIE: Ooh, an adventure! Where do you want to go? A picnic? A shopping spree?

DOUG: No, I'm serious. Let's leave the penthouse.

JULIE: What do you mean?

DOUG: I feel like I'm a visitor here. You saw what I did to the kitchen.

JULIE: Everyone's allowed to be sloppy sometimes. That's why we have a cleaning lady, darling.

DOUG: It's more than that. I'm not comfortable here.

JULIE: Why?

DOUG: This is your home, the home you made for yourself after we broke up. Just like the place in Florence was mine.

JULIE: Oh, I see.

DOUG: If we're going to start fresh, we should do it right. Let's find a new place. One that is both of ours, together.

JULIE: You're right, darling. You're absolutely right. A new home... think of the possibilities...

HOLD ON JULIE.

CUT TO: BRADY PUB. SHAWN IS TENDING BAR, CAROLINE COMES DOWN THE STAIRS, IT IS OBVIOUS SHE IS NOT FEELING WELL.

CAROLINE: Are you sure you don't need any help?

SHAWN: Everything's under control. And I just talked to Jennifer, she said the kids are all fine. Now you go on up...

CAROLINE: Jennifer's a gem...

SHAWN: Aye, that she is. Now will you go rest?

CAROLINE: As long as you promise to call if you need me...

SHAWN: Go on with you!

BO ENTERS, CAROLINE PAUSES IN HER DEPARTURE.

BO: No, Pop, I was just riding around, and found myself in the area. I'm so mad I could...

SHAWN: What's happened now?

BO: It's the whole damn system! Larry shoots and kills Carly, tries to kill me, and that idiot Yamada is interviewing half of Salem, when the real killer's getting off scot-free.

SHAWN: I'll admit it doesn't seem like the Department is going about this the right way... but Bo, is it a good idea to be goin' around callin' your boss an idiot?

BO: She's not my boss anymore! I quit!

CAROLINE: Bo! You didn't?

BO: I did.

CAROLINE: What possessed you to do that?

BO: Yamada didn't want me to be on Carly's murder case, she spouted some stupidity about conflict of interest... she was completely irrational about the whole thing.

SHAWN: Well, what will you do now?

BO: Find proof that Larry killed Carly and put him away forever.

CAROLINE: I think your father means, what will you do for a job?

BO: I'll find something. First, I'm going to check with Abe and see if he and Lexie need another PI at their agency. Something will come up. The most important thing is getting Larry.

SHAWN: Are you sure that's the most important thing?

BO: Right now, it's the only thing.

CAROLINE: But all this anger... Bo...

BO: Look, Ma, I know everyone thinks I'm out of control, but this is the only way I know how to deal with... with what's happened.

SHAWN: Just be careful... Remember you have a son who needs you.

BO: I know... And you two have been great about helping me with Shawn-D. I don't know what I'd do without you...

CAROLINE: Well, Bo, you know you can always... always count on us...

BO: I know, Ma, I know. (RESTLESS) Listen, I'd better go track down Abe and see what he's got. I'll see you later.

BO WALKS OUT THE FRONT DOOR.

CAROLINE: I know. I think all we can do right now is be there for him.

SHAWN: And offer up a prayer that this will all be over soon.

HOLD ON SHAWN AND CAROLINE AS THEY EXCHANGE WORRIED LOOKS. AND OUT.

CARRIE'S APARTMENT. CARRIE, LEXIE, ABE, JONAH AND JOHN ALL WALK IN, THEIR ARMS FULL OF BOXES.

CARRIE: Positive. I even packed up all the dustbunnies under the bed.

JONAH: Great. And I get to help you unpack them. I guess you want them back under the bed again, huh?

JOHN: (PRETENDING TO BE MENACING) Be careful what you're insinuating there, Carver.

JONAH: Yes, sir, your sirness sir.

CARRIE REACHES INTO THE BOX SHE'S CARRYING AND THROWS A SOCK AT JONAH.

JOHN: This place is awfully hot. Are you sure you opened all the windows?

CARRIE: All but the little one in the bedroom. It's painted shut, I think. I guess I need to get a fan.

JONAH: You can say that again! Too bad you couldn't find a place with air conditioning.

CARRIE: I guess I'll adjust.

CARRIE, JOHN AND JONAH TURN UPON HEARING A GIGGLE FROM ABE AND LEXIE. LEXIE HAS SUNK COMPLETELY INTO THE BOX AND ABE IS VALIANTLY TRYING TO PULL HER OUT.

ABE: No. No, we're perfectly fine. Really. (ABE GIVES ONE LAST PULL, BUT COLLAPSES TO THE GROUND LAUGHING)

LEXIE: (SNORTS) Some help you are.

JONAH AND CARRIE BOTH LAUGH AS JOHN TRIES TO REMAIN COMPOSED. THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

LEXIE: Wait! Don't open the door till I get out of here!

JOHN LOSES HIS COMPOSURE AND BEGINS LAUGHING.

ABE AND JOHN PULL LEXIE OUT AS CARRIE AND JONAH OPEN THE DOOR. THERE IS A GROUP OF PEOPLE IN THE HALLWAY, LED BY A PLUMP YOUNG WOMAN WITH LONG BROWN HAIR AND GLASSES WEARING A LONG, LOOSE PURPLE DRESS. SHE IS CARRYING A BOOM BOX BLARING OUT DON HENLEY'S "ALL SHE WANTS TO DO IS DANCE."

CARRIE STARES AT THE WOMAN FOR A MOMENT BEFORE TAKING HER HAND.

THE CARVERS AND JOHN WAVE, SLIGHTLY OVERCOME BY MOON'S ENERGY.

ABE: Uh huh.

MOON: You know, that's so cool... having a detective agency downstairs. That is like so awesome! I really feel a lot safer now.

ROB: (ASIDE TO JONAH) Believe it or not, she's really not an airhead.

JONAH: (SKEPTICALLY) Uh huh.

MOON: Oh, but let me introduce everyone! We brought all sorts of food, you know, like a potluck welcome party! Where should we put it?

CARRIE: Um. How about there? (GESTURES TOWARD SOME BOXES)

MOON: 'Kay, great! Okay, here we go guys! Okay, this is Rob, like I introduced him a minute ago. He's a vegan and I'm a vegetarian, so we didn't bring meat. I brought some veggie lasagna, and he brought falafels. This is Ali (GESTURES TO A YOUNG MAN WHO WAVES) and he brought (PEEKS INTO THE BOWL HE'S CARRYING) Yum! He brought Hummus and blue corn tortillas! What a sweetie! And this is Erik, he's down in #4 (GESTURES TO A TALL THIN MAN, PROBABLY IN HIS 40'S, WITH BALDING BROWN HAIR) and I bet he brought his chocolate chip cookies! (PEEKS) Yes! What a sweetie! Even tho he's too boring to play D&D with us, right Erik?

ERIK SHRUGS AND SMILES SHYLY.

TODD: She's just jealous. We're both Engineering majors, which means we'll be employable after we graduate, unlike Miss English Major here.

MOON: Yeah, but at least I can sound intelligent.

LARRY: Not.

MOON: Shut up. You guys brought deli stuff again, right?

LARRY: Potato salad and macaroni salad. In case there was someone here who ate normal food.

MOON: Next! Okay, this is Illyana and Madelyne from upstairs. Madelyne is a pilot. Her roomie, Amanda, used to be a stewardess, but she got laid off. She's out of town right now.

MADELYNE IS A TALL REDHEAD, LATE 20'S, WITH DARK GREEN EYES.

CARRIE: Huh? What? Me? (BEAT) Is this normal around here?

MADELYNE: Depends on your definition of normal. Let's say it's par for the course. And yes, before you ask, Moon is usually like this.

MOON: Like what?

MADELYNE: (IGNORING MOON) Welcome to the building. We've all seen you guys downstairs. We figured you looked really nice, and it's been a while since we had a party, so...

CARRIE: Uh huh.

MOON: Move it, Maddy! Okay, this is Illyana Rasputin (PUSHES FORWARD A TEENAGER WITH LONG BLONDE HAIR AND BLUE EYES WHO GLARES AT HER) and she brought pierogies cause she knows I hate them.

ILLYANA STICKS HER TONGUE OUT AT MOON AS SHE WALKS PAST.

THE YOUNG WOMAN WHO HAD BEEN PREVIOUSLY LOOKING FOR THE LANDLORD COMES FORWARD.

CARRIE: Um. Yeah.

SIOBHAN: Don't worry, it's not usually this hectic.

MOON: Keep it moving! This is Martin Wu, Siobhan's man. Looks like they brought pot-stickers. Okay, so that's everyone. Let's party!

WE SEE THE ASTONISHED FACES OF JOHN, ABE, LEXIE, JONAH AND CARRIE. HOLD ON THE GROUP OF PARTY ANIMALS SMILING EXCITEDLY.

CUT TO: SALEM INN. EVE IS IN HER ROOM, LAYING STOMACH-DOWN ON THE BED, FILING HER NAILS.

EVE GETS UP AND LOOKS INSIDE HER PURSE. DISGUSTED, SHE FINDS ONLY AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF NAIL POLISH. SHE DIGS OUT HER WALLET, LOOKS INSIDE AND PULLS OUT THREE SINGLE ONE-DOLLAR BILLS.

EVE WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND A PILLOW AND SUDDENLY SMILING, TOSSES IT TO THE FLOOR, GETS UP AND DIALS THE HOTEL FRONT DESK, PHONE ONE-WAY.

EVE SLAMS DOWN THE RECEIVER AND STARTS BITING HER NAILS, WHILE PACING BACK AND FORTH.

EVE STOPS WALKING, SLOWLY SMILES, WALKS OVER TO THE PHONE, PICKS UP THE RECEIVER AND DIALS. PHONE ONE-WAY.

EVE HANGS UP THE PHONE. HOLD ON EVE'S SLY GRIN.

CUT TO: CARRIE'S APARTMENT. THE PARTY IS GOING FULL BLAST IN CARRIE'S APARTMENT. MOON'S BOOM BOX IS LOUDLY PLAYING DAVID SANBORN'S "BANG BANG" AND MOON IS TRYING IN VAIN TO ORGANIZE A CONGA LINE AS BO COMES TO THE DOOR. BO STARES. ABE FINALLY NOTICES HIM AND WAVES AND COMES TO THE DOOR.

BO: I'm...

ABE: Want to come in? There's plenty of food.

BO: Um... no thanks. I really came up here to see you.

ABE: Oh. Okay. (WALKS INTO THE HALLWAY AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HIM) What's up?

BO: I quit my job.

ABE: You what? What happened?

BO: Captain Yamada happened.

ABE: What do you mean?

BO: Abe, she is just dragging her heels on this!

ABE: Are you sure about that?

BO: Look man, everyone knows Larry killed Carly. But she's wasting her time questioning everyone in Salem but Larry.

ABE: Sounds to me like she's just investigating all possible leads.

BO: Yeah, right. Well, I told her what I thought of the way she was handling the case.

ABE: You what? Bo, that was really dumb.

BO: Yeah, well. It felt good. I blew up, she kept trying to get me to toe the party line, so I quit.

ABE: I honestly don't know what to say.

BO: It's okay. Look, I really need you guys to help me get Larry.

ABE: You know we're doing everything we can. We're digging like crazy, but he's covered his tracks so well...

BO: Yeah. Well he must've slipped up somewhere. And when we find it...

ABE: We'll be all over him. But for now, you just have to be patient.

BO: I know, I know. It's just hard. There are times when I just want to take his neck in my hands and squeeze and squeeze...

ABE: Bo!

BO: Sorry. It's just... he killed Carly, Abe. And it looks like he may get away with it.

ABE: He won't. Just have patience.

BO: I swear to you, whatever it takes, I will make him pay.

ABE: I know. Is there anything else Lex and I can do for you? You know, help baby-sit Shawn-Douglas or... or anything?

BO: I'll let you know.

ABE: You do that.

BO: You know, there is one thing...

ABE: Yeah?

BO: Man, I really need a job.

ABE: Bo... I wish I could help with that one. But right now we're barely treading water. We need more time to build a client base before we take anyone else on. And we don't have much office space...

BO: Oh. Oh, I understand. Times are tough all over.

ABE: But, hey, I'll keep my ears open. If I hear anything about someone needing to hire a PI, I'll pass it on. And who knows... if we're suddenly swamped with clients, you'll be the first person I call.

BO: Thanks.

ABE: Look, I better get back to the party. Sure you don't want to come in for a while?

BO: No, thanks. I need to pick up Shawn-D.

ABE: Okay. If you change your mind, it looks like this may last a while...

BO: Thanks. Later, man.

ABE: Yeah. Later. And Bo, you take care.

HOLD ON ABE'S CONCERN AS HE WATCHES BO WALK DISCONSOLATELY DOWN THE HALL. AND OUT.

JACK/JENNIFER'S LIVING ROOM. SHAWN-DOUGLAS IS ASLEEP ON THE END OF THE COUCH. STEPHANIE IS SITTING ON THE FLOOR, READING. A HAGGARD-LOOKING JACK IS SITTING ON THE VACANT END OF THE COUCH. JENNIFER COMES OUT OF ABIGAIL'S BEDROOM AND DOWN THE STAIRS. SHE SITS NEXT TO JACK, BEING CAREFUL NOT TO DISTURB SHAWN-DOUGLAS.

JACK: (PUTTING A FINGER TO HER LIPS) Don't say another word... you'll jinx it. (HE LEANS OVER AND KISSES HER)

JENNIFER: You can be really silly sometimes...

THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. JACK AND JENNIFER BOTH CRINGE AT THE SOUND.

JACK: (HOLDING HER BACK) No, you relax. I'll get it.

JACK GOES TO THE DOOR AND OPENS IT. JOHN AND KAYLA ARE THERE.

JOHN AND KAYLA ENTER. JENNIFER GETS UP TO GREET THEM.

JOHN: Okay...

JENNIFER LEADS JOHN UP THE STAIRS.

JACK: Well, the little people proved to be quite a challenge. (BEAT) I wonder if Abigail Johanna will mind being an only child?

KAYLA: (SMILING) Oh, Jack, I'm sure you'll want more children. Abby will be an inspiration to you and Jennifer...

JACK: (SKEPTICAL) We'll see about that.

KAYLA KNEELS DOWN NEXT TO STEPHANIE.

STEPHANIE: Okay, Mommy.

STEPHANIE BEGINS TO GATHER HER THINGS, AND KAYLA TURNS BACK TO JACK.

JACK: Uhhh, Kayla, Stephanie's a great kid and all, but I think that, after today, Jennifer and I could really use a break from the babysitting thing...

KAYLA: No, Jack, it's not about babysitting.

JACK: Oh! Well, ask away, then...

KAYLA: I'm trying to raise money to do some repairs and renovations on the Community Center. The hospital has told us that they can't give us any more funding, so I'm looking for private donors.

JACK: I see...

KAYLA: Do you think you could help?

JACK: Well, I'd like to help, of course. However, most of my money is currently tied up in the Spectator, and in a new magazine that I'm starting up.

KAYLA: (DISAPPOINTED) Oh...

JACK: But, I could help in other ways.

KAYLA: Like?

JACK: I could give you all the free publicity you need. I could run a story on the Center for the Spectator, a local human interest piece. And I could set aside some ad space, if you think you could use it.

KAYLA: That would be great, Jack. Thank you.

JACK: My pleasure. It's a worthy cause...

THERE IS ANOTHER KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

JACK OPENS THE DOOR TO FIND BO STANDING THERE, LOOKING DEJECTED.

BO: Thanks, Jack. (BO ENTERS AND SEES KAYLA) Hi, sis.

KAYLA: Hi, Bo. (BEAT, AS SHE NOTICES BO'S EXPRESSION) Bo, what's wrong? You look upset.

JACK: Excuse me for minute, you two... I think I'll go check on my wife and daughter and give you some privacy...

JACK GOES UPSTAIRS TO ABIGAIL'S ROOM.

KAYLA: Why? What happened today?

BO: I quit the force.

KAYLA: (SHOCKED) You quit? Just like that? Why? What happened?

BO: I got in a major fight with Captain Yamada. She told me I couldn't investigate Carly's murder, and I just lost it. I told her I'd do it on my own, and gave her my badge.

KAYLA: But what are you going to do now?

BO: Don't worry, I'll manage. My main priority right now is making Larry pay for killing Carly...

KAYLA: Don't forget about your son.

BO: I won't. He's a tough kid. We'll get through this.

BO GOES TO THE COUCH AND GENTLY SHAKES SHAWN-DOUGLAS.

SHAWN-D: (YAWNING AND STRETCHING) Hi, Papa.

KAYLA: Bo, I'm worried about you. This obsession with getting Lawrence is consuming you. Don't forget about all of the other important things in your life. (BEAT) Even if you do prove Lawrence is responsible, and put him in jail, it's not going to bring back Carly.

BO: I know, Kay. Still, it's something I just have to do. Thanks for your concern, but I'll be fine, really. (BEAT) Shawn-Douglas, are you ready to go?

SHAWN-D: Uh-huh.

JOHN COMES DOWN THE STAIRS, CARRYING A SLEEPING BRADY. JACK AND JENNIFER FOLLOW.

BO: Things are okay, John. How about you?

JOHN: Can't complain.

BO: (TAKING SHAWN-DOUGLAS' HAND) Well, sailor, shall we head out for the boat?

SHAWN-D: Okay, Papa.

BO OPENS THE FRONT DOOR.

BO: See you guys later. (TO JACK AND JENNIFER) Thanks, you two.

JACK: Don't mention it.

JENNIFER: Goodbye, Shawn-Douglas!

BO AND SHAWN-DOUGLAS EXIT, CLOSING THE DOOR BEHIND THEM.

JOHN: Shoot...

KAYLA: Well, I've already enlisted Jack's aid, and I'm hoping you can help, too.

JENNIFER GIVES JACK A QUESTIONING LOOK.

KAYLA: I'm starting a project to fix up the Community Center and restore it to really good condition, like it was when I moved to California.

JOHN: That's great, Kay! What can I do?

KAYLA: (SHEEPISHLY) I'm hoping you can donate some money? We really need contributions to pay for the repairs. The hospital can't give us any more funding...

JOHN: Say no more. I'll be happy to help out.

KAYLA: Thank you, John.

JOHN: No problem.

KAYLA: And you, too, Jack.

JACK: You're welcome.

JOHN: Give me a call tomorrow, Kay, and we'll work out the details. Right now, I need to get this little tiger home and into bed. (HE LIGHTLY TAPS BRADY'S BACK WITH HIS FREE HAND)

KAYLA: Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

JOHN: Jack, Jenn, thanks a million for looking after the kid here.

JENNIFER: It was a pleasure having him, John.

JOHN: (OPENING THE DOOR) Good night, everyone.

JACK: Good night.

JENNIFER: Good night, John.

KAYLA: 'Bye, John. Thanks again.

JOHN EXITS WITH BRADY.

STEPHANIE COMES TO KAYLA'S SIDE, CARRYING HER HANDBAG OF TOYS.

STEPHANIE: Thank you.

JENNIFER: (BENDING DOWN) You're very welcome, Stephanie.

KAYLA: I really appreciate your watching her for me. And Jack, thanks again for the help with the Community Center.

JACK: Anytime.

KAYLA: Good night, you two.

JACK AND JENNIFER: Good night.

KAYLA AND STEPHANIE EXIT. JACK CLOSES THE DOOR. JACK AND JENNIFER WALK OVER TO THE COUCH AND SIMULTANEOUSLY COLLAPSE.

JACK: Yes, I'm going to run a story on the Center, and Kayla's efforts to fix it up...

JACK PAUSES, AND SNIFFS THE AIR.

JENNIFER: Oh, no! Dinner!

THEY JUMP UP AND TURN TO SEE SMOKE COMING OUT OF THE KITCHEN. JENNIFER RUNS INTO THE KITCHEN. JACK BEGINS TO FOLLOW HER, THEN STOPS. HE LOOKS AT THE KITCHEN DOOR, THEN AT THE PHONE, THEN AT THE DOOR AGAIN, AND BACK TO THE PHONE. HE GOES TO THE PHONE AND PICKS UP THE RECEIVER. JENNIFER RETURNS FROM THE KITCHEN WITH BLACKENED CHEEKS AND NOSE.

JENNIFER: No, dial the pizza parlor. Dinner's ruined. (SHE SIGHS) I'm sorry, Jack.

JACK HANGS UP THE PHONE, WALKS OVER TO JENNIFER, AND PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HER.

JENNIFER: But I do worry about it, Jack. Look what a mess this day turned out to be. (BEAT) Maybe I'm just not cut out to be a housewife.

HOLD ON JENNIFER'S FRUSTRATION.

CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. JANET IS LEANING BACK IN HER CHAIR, RUBBING HER EYES, AS MORGAN PUTS THE LAST INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT INTO A BOX ON THE TABLE.

MORGAN: I haven't seen this many dregs since the last time I had coffee at that truck stop downtown...

JANET: Yes, we did speak to some of Salem's most... ahh... unique citizens, didn't we?

MORGAN: I feel like I should take a long shower before I go home to Candis...

JANET: And the most frustrating thing is... I don't think we got anywhere. I really don't think any of those losers is responsible.

MORGAN: Yep, it looks like the Alamains are still our prime suspects.

JANET: Yes, it certainly does. Let's make arrangements to put the Alamains under surveillance for the time being.

MORGAN: But it'd better be our most subtle officers... that Ivan seems to catch on quickly.

JANET: Who would have thought that the Alamains' trusted retainer was a member of the French Army...

MORGAN: A sharpshooter, no less...

JANET: Well, that tells us one thing... if Ivan was the killer, neither Manning nor Brady would have survived.

MORGAN: So Ivan wasn't the culprit... maybe he knows something... something that would help...

JANET: I'd like to know something about Carly Manning. That Interpol record was decidedly disturbing.

MORGAN: Imagine so much classified material on a civilian.

JANET: Presumed civilian. We still have no idea who or what Carly/Katerina was. If she was part of an ongoing Interpol investigation, chances are there was much more to her than met the eye.

MORGAN: Yep... Sounds like the town's ministering angel, Carly Manning, might not have been the saint she was thought to be...

JANET: I wonder what Brady will make of that revelation?

MORGAN: With his temper? Heaven only knows. Are you going to rush to replace him?

JANET: What do you mean?

MORGAN: Well, word was, he quit today.

JANET: He thinks he quit... Actually, I just put him on a leave of absence.

MORGAN: What? Why'd you do that? I thought you'd be thrilled to get rid of Officer Bo Brady.

JANET: In some ways, yes, I would. But somewhere down deep, I have a gut feeling that Brady could be a good cop. He has some of the right ideas... But he needs to learn to control himself. He needs to grow up.

MORGAN: I don't know, Captain. I hope your instincts are right.

JANET: So do I... You know what, Morgan?

MORGAN: What?

JANET: I think... I think that if I think anymore today... my head will explode...

MORGAN: Well, since we just finally got this office clean, we wouldn't want that... (LAUGHS)

JANET: (LAUGHS) Let's knock off... Go take your fumigating shower and get home to your wife.

MORGAN: As long as you promise to go do something relaxing...

JANET: I think I'll go home, open a nice Beaujolais, take a long, hot bath, and listen to some Sidney Bechet...

MORGAN: Sounds good. (GETS UP) See you tomorrow, Captain.

MORGAN LEAVES, AND JANET RISES AND STRETCHES.

HOLD ON JANET.

CUT TO: JULIE'S PENTHOUSE. DOUG AND JULIE ARE JUST SITTING DOWN TO DINNER, CHINESE FOOD STRAIGHT FROM THE CARTONS, AND CHAMPAGNE.

DOUG: I've learned over the years, Fair Lady, to implicitly trust your judgement...

JULIE: Excellent, because I think you're going to like this...

JULIE EXPERTLY OPENS THE BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE, AND POURS IT INTO TWO CRYSTAL FLUTES ON THE TABLE. MEANWHILE, DOUG IS OPENING THE FOOD CARTONS AND INHALING VARIOUS AROMAS.

JULIE: Positively ambrosial...

DOUG: And aphrodisiacal as well...

JULIE: Just being with you is the only aphrodisiac I need (JULIE SMILES AT DOUG) but the food does smell divine!

DOUG: (TASTING A BITE OF ONE OF THE DISHES) And tastes even better...

THEY BEGIN TO EAT, TAKING BITES FROM THE VARIOUS CARTONS AND UMMM'ING AND AHHH'ING...

DOUG: Like...

JULIE: Oh, like your wedding ideas... I love the idea of getting re-married, for the last time, at the club. And I also like your idea about moving. I remember how awkward I felt at your place...

DOUG: It's not that I don't like the penthouse... it's just ... it makes me sad because this was your place when we were apart, and I never want to be apart from you ever again...

JULIE: Nor I you, darling. So we'll make ourselves a fresh start together... What do you have in mind for the new house?

DOUG: A big bedroom! With a built-in fridge to store the champagne for those late night indulgences...

JULIE: (RAISES HER GLASS) Here's to that...

THEY BOTH DRINK, AND GO BACK TO PICKING AT THE FOOD WHILE THEY CHAT.

JULIE: To keep kids from climbing over?

DOUG: To keep it private so none of our neighbors can see what we're doing in the pool and hot tub...

JULIE: That sounds marvelous! We must have a big master shower, as well...

DOUG: And soft carpets in all the rooms...

THEY BOTH GIGGLE LIKE NAUGHTY CHILDREN. JULIE SUDDENLY IS MOCK-CONCERNED.

DOUG: Oh my what?

JULIE: Your face... you have a big smear of sweet-and-sour sauce on your face...

DOUG: What... where? (DOUG TRIES TO WIPE OFF THE NON-EXISTENT SMEAR)

JULIE: (DRAGS HER CHOPSTICK THROUGH THE SWEET AND SOUR SAUCE AND SMEARS IT ON DOUG'S FACE) Right there... here, let me help you...

JULIE LEANS OVER AND DELICATELY LICKS THE SAUCE FROM DOUG'S CHEEK, AND MOVES LEISURELY TO HIS LIPS. THEY KISS.

DOUG TAKES SOME CHOW MEIN AND DRAPES A FEW STRANDS DOWN JULIE'S BARE NECK, WHICH HE PROCEEDS TO NIBBLE OFF, GOING CONSIDERABLY LOWER THAN THE CHOW MEIN ACTUALLY REACHES.

JULIE: I think we've discovered an entirely different way to eat Chinese...

DOUG: I'd say so...

JULIE PUTS A SHRIMP BETWEEN HER LIPS AND THEN LEANS OVER TO DELICATELY FEED IT TO DOUG. HE WASHES IT DOWN WITH A SIP OF CHAMPAGNE, THEN OFFERS SOME TO JULIE. SHE DRINKS, THEN THEY KISS DEEPLY.

DOUG: Good!

DOUG TAKES JULIE'S FINGER AND DIPS IT INTO THE LEMON CHICKEN SAUCE, THEN THOROUGHLY LICKS HER FINGER CLEAN, KISSING UP HER ARM TO HER SHOULDER AND THEN LIPS. SHE RECIPROCATES BY PLACING ANOTHER SHRIMP IN DOUG'S PALM, THEN GENTLY EATING IT, AND NIBBLING HIS SKIN. BOTH ARE BECOMING MORE AND MORE INTERESTED IN EACH OTHER, THEIR HUNGER FOR FOOD BEING REPLACED BY AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SORT OF HUNGER.

JULIE: I have... ahhh... wha... Ohhhhhh....

ON JULIE'S FACE AS SHE SIGHS DEEPLY, DOUG PRESUMABLY TAKING CARE OF THE "TANGERINE SAUCE" ON HER ANKLE.

JULIE IS CLEARLY IN ECSTASY, AND SHE SLOWLY SLIDES FROM OUR FIELD OF VISION. HOLD ON THE DESERTED TABLE, AND THE SOFT MOANS AND MURMURS OF THE DINERS. AND OUT.

ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM/PORCH. VIVIAN IS SITTING ON THE SOFA, READING. IVAN STEPS IN FROM THE FOYER.

VIVIAN: (STARTLED) John Black?... Show him in, Ivan.

IVAN TURNS TO THE FOYER, AND JOHN, CARRYING BRADY, ENTERS. VIVIAN PUTS DOWN HER MAGAZINE AND STANDS UP.

JOHN: Thanks, Vivian, but this isn't a social call. I didn't come for drinks and a "chat."

VIVIAN: (TRYING TO MAINTAIN HER SMILE) It sounds like you have something specific on your mind.

JOHN: That I do.

VIVIAN: I'm very curious to know what it is that you would need to discuss with me...

JOHN: It's a family matter.

VIVIAN: (BECOMING CONCERNED) All right... Please, sit down. (SHE SITS ON THE SOFA AND MOTIONS TO A CHAIR)

JOHN: (SITTING IN THE CHAIR, HOLDING BRADY IN HIS ARMS) Thanks.

VIVIAN: (WARILY) Now, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?

JOHN: (SMILING) Why, Vivian, if I didn't know better, I'd say you seem nervous...

VIVIAN: Not at all. Just a little too much afternoon coffee...

JOHN: (UNCONVINCED) Yeah, coffee... right. Anyway, I'm here because I remembered something while I was at Carly's funeral. It was something from my past, and I though maybe you could help me make sense of it...

VIVIAN: You remembered something? That's wonderful! What is it?

JOHN: It involved Carly...

VIVIAN IS VISIBLY SHAKEN, BUT QUICKLY GATHERS HERSELF.

JOHN: (CAUTIOUS) Well, it's all kind of fuzzy, actually.

VIVIAN: Oh, come now, John. You're a very astute man. I'm sure you can recall some details. Please, I want to hear it all.

JOHN: I'm sorry, Vivian, but when it comes to my past, my recall really isn't that great. All I can tell you is that Carly was involved, somehow.

VIVIAN: Carly? Then why do you want to talk to me?

JOHN: I was hoping that maybe you might remember something about Carly and me. I'm looking for something... anything... to explain why I seem to remember her from my past.

VIVIAN SEEMS MOMENTARILY LOST IN THOUGHT AND SLOWLY SHAKES HER HEAD.

JOHN: (DISAPPOINTED) I guess you're right...

VIVIAN: Still, I wouldn't put it past that little gold-digger to go after you...

JOHN: (NOTING THE VENOM IN HER VOICE) I thought you and Carly were good friends...

VIVIAN: Actually, I was always suspicious of her motives. I befriended Katerina primarily to keep an eye on her... to protect Lawrence.

JOHN: To protect Lawrence? From what?

VIVIAN: I was never convinced that Katerina truly loved him. It seemed to me that the only things she loved were his money and power.

JOHN: (INTRIGUED) So, you never really trusted her...

UNNOTICED BY VIVIAN AND JOHN, NICHOLAS COMES DOWN THE STAIRS.

NICHOLAS ENTERS THE ROOM.

JOHN: Hello, Nikki.

NICHOLAS: Hi, Mister Black. Aunt Viv, who are you talking about? Who's Forrest Alamain?

VIVIAN: Nikki, why don't you come sit by me... (PATTING THE VACANT CUSHION NEXT TO HER) and I'll tell you about Forrest. (TO JOHN) Do you mind?

JOHN: Go ahead. I'm sure you know as much as I do...

NICHOLAS SITS NEXT TO VIVIAN.

NICHOLAS: So where is he now?

JOHN: Actually, Nikki, he's right here in Salem.

NICHOLAS: (TO JOHN) How do you know? (TO VIVIAN) How come I've never met him?

JOHN: I can answer both of those questions. (BEAT) You have met Forrest. And I know about him because I am Forrest.

NICHOLAS: (SURPRISED) You? You're my uncle?

JOHN: Yep. I'm Lawrence's brother.

NICHOLAS: That's so weird. It's like a movie, or something.

JOHN: I know what you mean, kid. It was pretty hard for me to believe, too.

NICHOLAS: But why does everyone still call you John Black? Don't you like the name "Forrest"?

JOHN: (SMILING) It's not that. Like your Aunt Vivian said, for a long time, I thought I was someone else. I just got so used to that identity, and that name, that I didn't feel comfortable using a different name.

NICHOLAS: But you're an Alamain, and that's something special. Why wouldn't you want use your real name?

JOHN: Well, it's really complicated...

NICHOLAS: And you don't ever come over to visit. Why not?

JOHN: Well, Nikki, your father and I have had some problems in the past, before we knew we were related. We've never gotten along very well.

NICHOLAS: Why not?

JOHN: Why not? Because... because we didn't really grow up together. We went to different schools, and never spent much time together. We just grew up to be very different people, and we seem to disagree on a lot of things.

NICHOLAS: That's too bad. Aunt Viv always told me that family is the most important thing in the whole world, and that family should always stick together.

VIVIAN SMILES.

VIVIAN: (GIVING NICHOLAS A HUG) And you still have me, too, darling.

NICHOLAS: Hey, I've got an idea! Mister... um, I mean, Uncle... I mean...

JOHN: (CHUCKLING) Let's make it easy on everyone. Just call me John.

NICHOLAS: Okay, John. Would you and Cousin Brady like to stay for dinner?

VIVIAN'S EYES GROW WIDE WITH SHOCK. SHE LOOKS AT JOHN AND SMILES UNCOMFORTABLY. AMUSED AT HER DISCOMFORT, JOHN SMILES.

NICHOLAS: But you'll come visit again?

JOHN: Oh, I'm sure I'll be here again.

VIVIAN: Nicholas, darling, let your (WINCES) Uncle John go.

JOHN: Yeah, I'm going to take off now. (HE STANDS UP) I'll let myself out. Vivian, I'd like to continue our discussion later.

VIVIAN: Certainly...

JOHN: I'll be in touch. See ya later, Nikki.

NICHOLAS: 'Bye, John.

JOHN WALKS TO THE FRONT DOOR AND EXITS. OUT ON THE PORCH, HE STOPS AND LOOKS BACK AT THE HOUSE.

HOLD ON JOHN.

CUT TO: BO'S BOAT. BO AND SHAWN-DOUGLAS ARE SITTING ON THE DECK OF THE BOAT.

BO: I don't think so, Shawn-Douglas. I just quit my job.

SHAWN-D: Oh. (BEAT) What does that have to do with pizza?

BO: Just that money will be a little tight for a while. At least until I find a new job.

SHAWN-D: But I thought you always told me that Mama would take care of me... that she left me money.

BO: Shawn-D, your Mama did make sure that you'd always be taken care of... but that money is in what we call a "trust."

SHAWN-D: What's that mean?

BO: It means we can't use that money right now.

SHAWN-DOUGLAS LOOKS AS THOUGH HE'S ABOUT TO CRY.

BO: No sailor, it'll be okay. I'm sure I'll find a job real soon. And Grandma and Grandpa will help us out, too. You know they'd never let anything happen to you.

SHAWN-D: (NOT CONVINCED) Yes, Papa.

BO: (NOT NOTICING SHAWN-DOUGLAS' EXPRESSION) That's a good boy. Yeah... I'll find a better job soon.

A PITIFUL SHAWN-DOUGLAS GETS UP AND GOES INSIDE THE BOAT, UNSEEN BY BO.

HOLD ON BO.

CUT TO: DONOVAN LIVING ROOM/FOYER. KIMBERLY AND PHILIP ARE SITTING OF THE SOFA, READING. THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

KIMBERLY WALKS TO THE DOOR AND OPENS IT. EVE ENTERS, CARRYING HER SUITCASE.

KIMBERLY: (WINCING, BUT MAKING THE EFFORT) I'm sorry, Eve, tonight is Simmons' night off. I'll help you.

KIMBERLY PICKS UP THE HEAVY SUITCASE. EVE BRUSHES PAST HER AND WALKS INTO THE LIVING ROOM. SHAKING HER HEAD, KIMBERLY PUTS THE SUITCASE DOWN AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS AND FOLLOWS EVE INTO THE LIVING ROOM.

PHILIP WALKS UP AND EXTENDS HIS HAND.

EVE: You're the latest, right?

KIMBERLY: Eve...

PHILIP: Pardon?

EVE: Ummm... I meant pleased to meet you.

EVE WEAKLY SHAKES PHILIP'S HAND, AS HE LOOKS AT KIMBERLY, PUZZLED.

EVE: How nice... (STIFLING A YAWN) How did you two meet? Spago? Gold's Gym? A Marilyn Chambers film fest?

PHILIP: Well... We...

KIMBERLY: (CUTTING OFF PHILIP) Eve, dear, you must be exhausted. And I know the break-up with Frankie has upset you...

EVE: Oh yes... You're absolutely right. Philip, you must excuse me... I wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I am simply distraught over my wrenching split with Frankie.

PHILIP: I understand. I know how difficult ending a relationship can be.

EVE: I'm sure you do. Not that I mean... You seem perfect for Kimberly... (SOTTO VOCE) For this month, at least.

PHILIP: We do love each other, Eve.

KIMBERLY: Yes, we do. Eve, dear, why don't you go upstairs and rest. Simmons prepared your old room before he left. I'll bring up your bag later.

EVE: Thank you, Kimberly, you don't know how much this means to me... Living in my father's house.

EVE WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM AND UP THE STAIRS.

KIMBERLY: Philip, I don't know what to say. She and I have had problems in the past. (BEAT) The only person she really seems to care about is Shane.

PHILIP: I just don't want her making your life any more difficult than it already is.

KIMBERLY: Don't worry, she won't. Maybe she really was just tired. She was with Frankie for two years... She really could be heart-broken.

PHILIP: That would require having a heart to break... and I don't think that young woman has one.

KIMBERLY: Philip, don't be cruel.

PHILIP: I'm not, just realistic. I've met women like her before... and I don't think they ever change.

GO TO: EVE'S ROOM. EVE OPENS THE DOOR AND WALKS IN. THE ROOM LOOKS LIKE IT DID THE DAY SHE LEFT.

EVE SUDDENLY SPOTS A FRAMED PHOTO. IT'S THE COVER PHOTO FROM "TEEN GIRL" IN THE SILVER FRAME, A LONG AGO GIFT FROM NICK CORELLI. EVE LOOKS AT IT FOR A MOMENT. THEN HUGS THE PHOTO TO HER CHECK AND BEGINS TO CRY. OUT ON EVE.