BO IS FIXING SHAWN-D A SANDWICH FOR LUNCH. BO IS WEARING HIS POLICE UNIFORM AND HIS APPEARANCE IS "SPIT AND POLISHED."

SHAWN-D COMES INTO THE KITCHEN LOOKING VERY TIRED. HE SEES BO.

BO: Thanks Shawn-D. Now hurry up and eat your lunch.

SHAWN-D SITS DOWN AT THE TABLE.

BO: (BEAT) Well son, I'm gonna be honest with you, ok.

SHAWN-D: Ok.

BO: Because your uncle Roman was high up in the police department, I was able to advance up the ranks a lot faster than most people...

SHAWN-D: (YAWNING) So?

BO: So now we have a new Captain and I have to show her that I'm capable of doing a good job. Do you understand?

SHAWN-D: Sure, its like at camp. Sometimes you get picked first to be on a team 'cause your friend is the captain, and then you do bad. So the next time you get picked last and so you have to do real good to get picked first again.

BO: (SMILING) Yeah, I guess it's a little like that.

SHAWN-D: Anyway, you look good and I think you should wear it all the time.

BO: Well, I'll be wearing it at least until the cast comes off. (PAUSE) You know kiddo, this is a pretty important day for me at work.

SHAWN-D: How come?

BO: This is my chance to show the new Captain that I'm a good cop.

SHAWN-D: But you are a good cop Papa, everyone knows that.

BO: Well, Shawn-D, not everyone does and now I have to show them that I really am.

SHAWN-D: You're gonna be fine Papa, I just know it.

BO: I hope so...

BO TURNS TO SHAWN-D WHO IS IN THE MIDDLE OF A YAWN.

SHAWN-D: Yes, Papa.

BO: Now eat your lunch or we're gonna be late

HOLD ON SHAWN-D TAKING A BITE OUT OF HIS SANDWICH.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM. VIVIAN IS LEAFING THROUGH A MAGAZINE, WHILE NICHOLAS IS PLAYING WITH HIS PORTABLE COMPUTER, ON THE FLOOR AT HER FEET. LAWRENCE WALKS IN, OBVIOUSLY UPSET.

VIVIAN: Why, Lawrence, dear, whatever is the matter? Stock slipping? Shorts creeping?

LAWRENCE: Don't be vulgar, Vivian, it doesn't become you. Have you been too engrossed in your magazine to notice that the surveillance car is still parked across the street?

VIVIAN: I noticed, I simply decided it was hardly worth mentioning. We aren't doing anything wrong... are we, Lawrence?

NICHOLAS HAS BEEN TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON HIS COMPUTER GAME, BUT IS HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME. HE'S STARTING TO APPEAR TROUBLED BY THE TENSION.

VIVIAN: Occasionally, you simply fail to notice the obvious, dear. Luckily, you have me to point it out to you...

LAWRENCE: Yes, I can always count on you to belabor the obvious...

NICHOLAS: (INTERRUPTS) Dad... I'm glad you're home... I was thinking... umm, let's go see a movie! Jurassic Park is still playing, and I heard it was pretty cool...

VIVIAN: (SOTTO VOCE) As if we don't see enough primitive behavior right here in our own home...

LAWRENCE: Ahh, yes, but it's my understanding that all the bloodthirsty creatures in that film are female...

NICHOLAS: Soooo, maybe a movie wasn't such a good idea. We could go to the mall, have a burger...

LAWRENCE: Burgers... that sounds all right...

VIVIAN: It sounds positively horrid...

NICHOLAS IS LOOKING MORE AND MORE UPSET.

VIVIAN: Nikki, darling, wouldn't you rather go to the Penthouse Grill?

LAWRENCE: Yes, and we can watch your Aunt embarrass us by fawning all over Victor Kiriakis like a cat in... ahh...

NICHOLAS SUDDENLY STANDS UP, BEGINS TO SAY SOMETHING, THEN BURSTS INTO TEARS AND RUNS FROM THE ROOM. HOLD ON VIVIAN'S AND LAWRENCE'S ACCUSATORY LOOKS AT EACH OTHER.

CUT TO: HOSPITAL PERSONNEL OFFICE/CORR. WE SEE A DOOR MARKED, "PERSONNEL." A NURSE, PEGGY, AND ANOTHER WOMAN, CAROLE, COME OUT OF THE DOOR. CAROLE IS LOOKING AT A MESSAGE SLIP.

PEGGY: Yes, I talked to him myself. He wanted to know about getting his I.D. badge and locker and such. I told him you'd go and sign him in.

CAROLE: This is so weird. I never got any word he was coming early. Nothing is ready for him.

THE TWO WOMEN GO DOWN THE HALL. A FIGURE IN A TRENCH COAT AND SUNGLASSES COMES AROUND THE CORNER. AS SHE SLIDES THE SUNGLASSES DOWN HER NOSE, WE SEE IT IS ALICE HORTON.

SHE ENTERS THE PERSONNEL OFFICE AND GOES DIRECTLY TO THE FILING CABINETS.

ALICE IS JUST OPENING THE DRAWER WHEN SOMEONE PUTS A HAND ON HER SHOULDER. OUT ON ALICE'S GASP OF SURPRISE.

BRADY HOUSE. CAROLINE AND KAYLA ARE SITTING AT THE TABLE, DRINKING COFFEE AND TALKING. STEPHANIE IS SITTING ON THE FLOOR PLAYING WITH HER BARBIE DOLLS.

KAYLA: Yes, I'm really happy with all the help we're getting.

THE DOOR OPENS, AND BO, DRESSED IN UNIFORM, ARRIVES WITH SHAWN-DOUGLAS BY HIS SIDE.

BO: Hi Ma... Sis.

KAYLA: Hiya, Shawn-Douglas. What do you have there?

SHAWN-D: I brought my Gameboy with me.

BO LOOKS OVER AT STEPHANIE, WHO IS STILL PLAYING WITH HER BARBIE DOLLS.

SHAWN-D: Yes Papa.

SHAWN-DOUGLAS WALKS OVER TO STEPHANIE AND SITS DOWN NEXT TO HER.

STEPHANIE LOOKS UP AT SHAWN-DOUGLAS, A LITTLE UNSURE.

SHAWN-D: I'm sorry for being so mean to you when we were at Jennifer's house.

STEPHANIE SMILES, AND HOLDS OUT ONE OF HER BARBIE DOLLS TO HIM.

SHAWN-D: Well... okay.

STEPHANIE: Good! Today, we're going to a tea party!

SHAWN-DOUGLAS SIGHS, BUT STARTS PLAYING WITH STEPHANIE. KAYLA, CAROLINE, AND BO HAVE BEEN WATCHING THE CHILDREN.

BO: Well, Shawn-D and I had a little talk on the way over here. He shouldn't be causing you any trouble today.

CAROLINE: Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine. (BEAT) Do you have some time to sit for a cup of coffee, dear?

BO LOOKS AT HIS WATCH.

BO SITS DOWN AS CAROLINE GOES TO GET THE COFFEE.

BO: Thanks, sis.

KAYLA: I'm surprised you actually said yes to wearing a uniform.

BO: Well, as much as I hate having to wear it, the Captain gave me a second chance, so I'm going to give it my best.

CAROLINE RETURNS TO THE TABLE WITH A CUP OF COFFEE. SHE HANDS IT TO BO.

BO: Yeah, well, Captain Yamada also said that she thinks I've got what it takes to be a good cop ... and I know I can be one. But, it is my last chance, so I can't risk blowing it now.

KAYLA: Well, I know my little brother is going to be one heck of a police officer.

BO: Thanks for the encouragement. (TAKES A FINAL SIP OF HIS COFFEE) And for the coffee. I'd better get going.

BO GETS UP AND WALKS OVER TO SHAWN-DOUGLAS AND GIVES HIM A HUG.

SHAWN-D: Bye, papa.

BO WALKS TO THE DOOR.

BOTH KAYLA AND CAROLINE WAVE GOOD-BYE TO BO, AS HE LEAVES.

KAYLA: I know... I think we might owe Captain Yamada a "thank you."

HOLD ON CAROLINE'S AND KAYLA'S SMILES.

CUT TO: HOSPITAL PERSONNEL OFFICE/CORR. ALICE SLOWLY TURNS AROUND TO SEE WHOSE HAND IN ON HER SHOULDER. IN PROGRESS.

TOM: What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you? (GESTURING) What's with the get-up?

ALICE: Oh, you mean this coat? It is just so cold in that lounge. I have tried and tried to get Maintenance to adjust the temperature but they just never do and one of these days someone is just going to catch their death and...

TOM: And the sunglasses?

ALICE: They're new. Do you like them? Very stylish, aren't they?

TOM: Come on, Sherlock Horton. Give. What are you doing in here?

ALICE: In here? Well I was coming to talk to Carole, of course. I want to arrange a welcome party for that nice Dr. Burgur that's starting next week. He'll be so homesick away from his family in Germany.

TOM: Alice. The truth.

ALICE: I guess you know me too well.

TOM: Hmmm mmmm...

ALICE: I wanted to look at Carly's file. I'm trying to help Jennifer find out about Carly's past. We simply can't find anything out about her life before she came to Salem.

TOM: Carly's file? That's right, I was supposed to bring it home, wasn't I? I'm sorry. We've been so busy I just forgot all about it.

ALICE: That's understandable, dear. With Carly gone, everyone's had to work longer hours.

TOM: And it'll be that way for some time, I'm afraid.

ALICE: You do have to admit that it is odd. It's like Carly just dropped in out of thin air. Neither Jack nor Jennifer can find out anything.

TOM: Oh, I'm sure everything's fine. Carly was a wonderful person, what would she have to hide?

ALICE: I don't know, but something is very strange here.

TOM PULLS OPEN THE DRAWER AND RIFFLES THROUGH SOME FOLDERS. HE PULLS ONE OUT.

HOLD ON THE FILE.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM, IN PROGRESS. VIVIAN AND LAWRENCE SPEAK SIMULTANEOUSLY.

LAWRENCE: Now look what you've done...

VIVIAN: Me? You've been in an evil mood since you walked through the door...

LAWRENCE: Well, Vivian, you've seen to it that I have more than a few things on my mind... What with your little Ivan caper, missing guns...

VIVIAN: I daresay I'm not the one the police are watching... I wasn't in the midst of an ugly custody battle...

LAWRENCE: (SARCASTIC) Yes, everyone knew that Katerina was your favorite person...

VIVIAN: No, my favorite person, as everyone knows, is the young man you just sent crying from the room. I'll go to him...

LAWRENCE: We'll both go to him... I am his father...

VIVIAN AND LAWRENCE HEAD UP THE STAIRS.

CUT TO: NICHOLAS' BEDROOM. NICHOLAS IS ON HIS BED, CRYING. WE HEAR A GENTLE KNOCK.

VIVIAN: Nikki, darling, I'm so sorry if I upset you...

LAWRENCE: We both are, son...

VIVIAN: It's just that I've...

LAWRENCE: We've...

VIVIAN: (GLARES AT LAWRENCE OVER NICHOLAS' HEAD) We've been under a great deal of stress of late... We should learn to control ourselves better...

NICHOLAS SITS UP IN BED

NICHOLAS: But they don't think you did it...

VIVIAN: No, of course, darling, they know none of us did it. (GLARES AT LAWRENCE AGAIN) But it's still been a terrible strain...

NICHOLAS: And that's it? You're both just worried about who killed Carly?

VIVIAN: Yes, of course that's all I'm worried about...

LAWRENCE: And I as well....

VIVIAN: That's right. We are both an innocent as babes... Aren't we, Lawrence?

OUT ON VIVIAN'S SUSPICIOUS LOOK AT LAWRENCE.

JANET'S OFFICE. JANET IS SITTING AT HER DESK FUMBLING THROUGH SOME OF HER FILES ALMOST SPILLING HER CUP OF COFFEE. MARCUS KNOCKS ON THE DOOR AND JANET MOTIONS HIM IN.

JANET: Hi Marcus, take a deep breath, I'm not going to shoot you or anything.

MARCUS: (TAKES A DEEP BREATH) I didn't know if you would remember me or not.

JANET: Marcus, of course I remember you... You're the... wait a sec... I'll get it (TEASINGLY) oh yeah... You're the handyman and you've come to fix my broken... door.

MARCUS: (RELAXING) Ha, ha.

JANET: What can I do for you today? Here on police business?

MARCUS: I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop in and say "hi."

JANET: That's nice of you. It's good to see a friendly face. Let me tell you... it's been one hectic day so far and I still have at least 8 more hours to go.

MARCUS: (DISAPPOINTED) Oh, does that mean you're going to be working late tonight?

JANET: Unless I get a better offer...

MARCUS: What if I were to ask you if you wanted to go do something? Would you be interested?

JANET: (PLEASED AND SURPRISED) Marcus, are you asking me out?

MARCUS: Yeah, I guess so. I just thought we could go out and get to know each other a little better.

JANET: That sounds like a great idea to me.

MARCUS: So you don't need to work?

JANET: (SMILING) I'm the boss. The work can wait till morning.

MARCUS: So is there anything that you want to do?

JANET: There's a free jazz concert over at the University tonight.

MARCUS: That sounds good. Why don't we grab a bite to eat before the concert?

JANET: Ok, so how about we just meet at the Brady Pub at say (LOOKS AT WATCH) 6:30.

MARCUS: Ok, 6:30 it is. I've got to get back to the hospital. I'll see you later.

JANET: (SMILING) Bye Marcus. Have a good afternoon.

MARCUS LEAVES. JANET OPENS HER DESK AND TAKES OUT A MIRROR. SMILING, SHE STARTS FIDDLING WITH HER HAIR.

JANET IS FROWNING INTO THE MIRROR WHEN BO KNOCKS ON THE DOOR. SHE QUICKLY HIDES THE MIRROR AND CALLS HIM IN.

BO: Officer Brady reporting for duty, ma'am.

JANET LOOKS AT BO AND NOTES THAT HE IS WELL-GROOMED, HIS UNIFORM CLEANED AND PRESSED.

BO: Thank you, ma'am.

JANET: As we discussed, you'll be on light duty until your arm heals and IA is finished with their investigation.

BO: I understand.

JANET: No questions?

BO: No, Captain.

JANET: Any problems?

BO: (HESITANT) Captain, may I speak freely?

JANET: Of course.

BO: This is a difficult shift for me. I have a young son.

JANET: Shawn-Douglas, I remember.

BO: By assigning me to this shift, I leave just about the time he comes home. I'm a widower... (BEAT) I hate to leave him with a sitter for so long...

JANET: And you'd like to change shifts?

BO: If at all possible.

JANET: I'll talk to the Duty Officer and see what I can do.

BO: Thank you, Captain.

JANET: You're welcome. (BEAT) Now, dismissed.

BO: Yes, ma'am.

BO TURNS AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR.

HOLD ON JANET LOOKING AFTER HIM.

CUT TO: CARRIE'S APARTMENT. CARRIE AND JONAH ARE SITTING ON THE SOFA EATING POPCORN. THERE IS A LARGE PILE OF BOOKS ON THE FLOOR.

CARRIE: No problem. Not that I have any idea how to pronounce most of this stuff, or know what it means.

JONAH: You don't want to know. Trust me.

CARRIE: Try me.

JONAH: Okay. "Traumatic avulsion of the first digit." Remember that case?

CARRIE: Yeah...

JONAH: Okay... What happened was that the air bag deployed while the woman's hand was over it, and it fractured the bone and ripped the muscle and did nerve damage.

CARRIE: Gross. (LAUGHS) I guess Med school's out for me.

JONAH: You get used to it.

CARRIE: Uh huh.

JONAH: So, are you registering for the Fall?

CARRIE: Yeah. I figure it's past time to get my life back to normal.

JONAH: Great! What are you gonna take?

CARRIE: I'm not sure yet. There are some interesting-looking history classes. And English. And Humanities. (SIGHS)

JONAH: What's wrong?

CARRIE: I don't know. It's just that everyone around me is so focused, you know? You were always interested in medicine, Kayla always wanted to be a nurse... It seems like everyone has a direction while I'm just sorta wandering around.

JONAH: It's not that big of a deal.

CARRIE: Right. This from a future doctor. It's frustrating. I mean, here I am in college, and I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up! And I have to decide soon. Sometimes I wish it would all just go away...

HOLD ON CARRIE'S FRUSTRATION AND JONAH'S WORRY.

CUT TO: DONOVAN LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN. EVE COMES DOWNSTAIRS IN A LONG, PINK SATIN BATHROBE.

SHE STRETCHES AND SMILES AS SHE PRESSES THE BUTTON ON HER ANSWERING MACHINE. THERE IS A MESSAGE FROM PERCY.

EVE: (CONT'D) (TO HERSELF) Break-dancing? That's been out for years! Sounds like a total dork. Oh well. I'll just have to come up with something else.

EVE BEGINS WANDERING AROUND THE HOUSE, MOVING AROUND VARIOUS KNICKKNACKS.

EVE WALKS OVER TO THE STEREO AND TURNS IT ON.

EVE LOADS A CD AND CRANKS THE VOLUME KNOB ALL THE WAY UP.

THE PET SHOP BOYS "RENT" BLARES OUT OF THE SPEAKERS AS EVE BEGINS DANCING AROUND THE LIVING ROOM. SHE SOON STOPS AND LOOKS AROUND. SHE TURNS THE STEREO OFF AND SITS ON THE SOFA.

EVE TURNS ON THE TELEVISION WITH THE REMOTE. AND WE HEAR: HI! I'M SUZANNE SOMERS AND YOU CAN HAVE THIN THIGHS IN JUST THREE DAYS TOO! *CLICK* TODAY ON OPRAH... WOMEN WHO LOVE MEN WHO HATE CATS AND THE CATS THEY LOVE *CLICK* TAKE THAT, YOU WASCALLY WABBIT! *CLICK* BUT BRICK... IF YOU'RE MY DAUGHTER'S HALF-BROTHER, THAT MEANS TOPAZ DIDN'T HAVE THE SEX-CHANGE OPERATION!

EVE WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN AND OPENS THE REFRIGERATOR, STARING BLANKLY INSIDE.

EVE WALKS TO THE PANTRY AND FIXES A PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICH, LEAVING THE PEANUT BUTTER JAR OPEN, THE BREAD UNWRAPPED, AND THE JELLY AND DIRTY KNIFE ON THE COUNTER. EVE EATS AS SHE WALKS AROUND THE HOUSE AGAIN. SHE SITS ON THE SOFA AND BEGINS PAGING THROUGH A MAGAZINE. THEN SHE GETS UP AND BEGINS LOOKING AT BOOKS ON THE BOOKSHELF. THEN SHE LOOKS THROUGH THE CDs. FINALLY, SHE SITS DOWN ON THE SOFA AGAIN.

EVE WALKS UPSTAIRS. AND OUT.

TOM'S OFFICE. TOM AND ALICE ARE GOING THROUGH CARLY'S PERSONNEL FILE.

ALICE: That may be, but things are not always as they seem...

TOM: (EXASPERATED) Alice, I love you dearly, but I think you're imagining things. Everything in Carly's record is letter perfect. All the proverbial "I's" are dotted and the "T's" are crossed.

ALICE: That's what bothers me. It's too perfect.

TOM: (ROLLING HIS EYES) So naturally, there's something wrong.

ALICE: Darling, I love you dearly, but you just don't have the eye for this sort of thing.

TOM: (BOWING HIS HEAD) I'm humbled in the presence of your investigative prowess, my dear.

ALICE: (PATTING TOM'S HAND) That's all right, darling. You don't need to be humbled, just patient.

TOM: Well, I learned a long time ago that it doesn't pay to argue...

ALICE: (SMILING) You're absolutely right, dear. (BEAT) Now, let's go through this again, from the beginning. There's a clue here, I'm just sure of it.

ALICE STACKS ALL OF THE PAPERS IN FRONT OF HER. SHE SCANS THE FIRST PAGE, THEN HANDS IT TO TOM, WHO EXAMINES IT AS ALICE STARTS ON THE SECOND PAGE.

ALICE: For Jennifer's sake, I hope you're right. Jennifer's heart would be broken if she found out that her best friend wasn't being honest with her.

ALICE GOES THROUGH A FEW MORE PAPERS. SHE STOPS ON ONE. HER EYES GROW WIDE.

TOM: What?

ALICE: (HANDING THE PAPER TO TOM) Here's a letter from Carly's faculty advisor at the Sorbonne, verifying the completion of her studies there. What are the dates he says she was a student there?

TOM: August, 1987 through January, 1990. So?

ALICE: Now, where is that copy of her diploma from the university in Paris where she earned her pre-med degree?

TOM: (SHUFFLING THROUGH THE PAPERS WITH HIS FREE HAND AND PICKING ONE OUT) Here it is.

ALICE: (TAKING IT FROM HIM AND READING IT) Ah... date of graduation is June 6, 1987.

TOM: Well, that makes perfect sense. She finished her pre-med work in the summer of 1987, and started medical school in the fall. What's wrong with that?

ALICE: Nothing's wrong with that part, dear. But, in order to complete her undergraduate work in 1987, she would have had to begin in the fall of 1983.

TOM: Yes?

ALICE: There's our contradiction.

TOM: You lost me.

ALICE: Nicholas was born in October of 1984.

TOM: (AS REALIZATION DAWNS) That's right...

ALICE: And, according to Jennifer, Carly spent several months in the convent prior to Nikki's birth...

TOM: Which means she would have missed the end of her freshman year and the beginning of her sophomore year...

ALICE: It would have been difficult for her to make up for those lost months, and still graduate on time.

TOM: Extremely difficult. Practically impossible for a pre-med student.

ALICE: That means that this four-year degree is most likely a fake...

TOM: There may be another explanation.

ALICE: Can you think of a logical one?

TOM PONDERS THE QUESTION FOR A MOMENT.

ALICE: It makes you wonder about the rest of Carly's credentials, as well.

TOM: I don't know about that... (BEAT) Although we did have a great deal of trouble getting Carly's records from the Sorbonne for the Lombard trial...

ALICE: Did we ever recover any actual transcripts documenting her graduate work at the Sorbonne?

TOM: No. Apparently, all of her official records were destroyed in a fire. All we have is that letter from her advisor.

ALICE: A letter that could easily have been forged.

TOM: Let's not go jumping to any conclusions...

ALICE: You must admit, though, that Carly's entire medical background is in question.

TOM: (NODDING) Yes, that's true. (SIGHS)

ALICE: What's wrong, dear?

TOM: If, I repeat, if it turns out that one of the leading doctors at University Hospital was not even a qualified physician, and that information gets out...

ALICE: (TAKING HIS HAND) I know, Tom. I know. It would be horrible for the hospital. (BEAT) Unless it wasn't really a case of negligence, but one of deception.

TOM: What do you mean?

ALICE: What if Carly forged those documents, and lied to everyone at the hospital?

TOM: Do you really believe that Carly was capable of doing such a thing?

ALICE: I don't know. I don't want to believe that...

TOM: If what you suspect is true, Jennifer will be crushed.

ALICE: Yes, I know.

TOM: So, what are you going to do now, Inspector?

HOLD ON ALICE'S CONCERN.

CUT TO: BRADY HOUSE. CAROLINE AND KAYLA ARE IN THE KITCHEN, WASHING DISHES. SHAWN-DOUGLAS AND STEPHANIE ARE PLAYING IN ONE OF THE BEDROOMS.

KAYLA: Oh good! Are she and Philip getting settled into their house?

SUDDENLY, CAROLINE AND KAYLA HEAR LOUD CRYING COMING FROM THE OTHER ROOM.

KAYLA AND CAROLINE RUSH OFF TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED. WHEN THEY ARRIVE IN THE ROOM, STEPHANIE IS CRYING AND HOLDING HER ARM. SHAWN-DOUGLAS IS SITTING SILENTLY ON THE FLOOR WITH HIS ARMS CROSSED.

STEPHANIE: He hit me!

STEPHANIE HOLDS OUT HER ARM TO SHOW KAYLA. KAYLA WIPES STEPHANIE'S TEARS AWAY.

KAYLA: It's only a small bruise. She'll be okay.

CAROLINE: Shawn-Douglas, that was not a very nice thing to do to your cousin.

SHAWN-DOUGLAS REMAINS QUIET.

KAYLA PICKS UP STEPHANIE, GIVES HER A KISS ON THE CHEEK, AND SITS HER ON THE BED.

KAYLA STARTS TO GET UP, WHEN SHAWN-DOUGLAS BEGINS TO SCREAM.

SHAWN-D: Leave me alone! Everyone always picks on me!

SHAWN-DOUGLAS STARTS THROWING HIS TOYS AROUND THE ROOM. ONE ACCIDENTALLY HITS KAYLA, STARTLING HER. SHAWN-DOUGLAS DISSOLVES INTO TEARS AND RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM.

KAYLA: Something is really troubling him.

CAROLINE: It's just not like Shawn-D to start hitting people.

KAYLA: This time, it was harmless, but next time...

CAROLINE: I know. I'm afraid that losing Carly, on top of losing his mother has taken a bigger toll on the poor boy than we all expected.

KAYLA: Yes, it's tough losing someone you love.

CAROLINE: I love Shawn-Douglas, but he's starting to become uncontrollable.

KAYLA: Do you think we should call Bo?

CAROLINE: Yes, we should. We should call him right now.

HOLD ON CAROLINE AND KAYLA'S WORRY.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM/UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR. VIVIAN AND LAWRENCE LEAVE NICHOLAS' ROOM, CLOSING THE DOOR SOFTLY BEHIND THEM.

LAWRENCE: Me? You are the one who started this, Vivian!

VIVIAN: I started it? What do you mean?

LAWRENCE: If you'd just left Ivan...

VIVIAN: You're obsessing, Lawrence. Let's go downstairs where we won't disturb Nicholas.

LAWRENCE: We agree on that much at least.

VIVIAN AND LAWRENCE WALK DOWN THE STAIRS TO THE LIVING ROOM.

LAWRENCE: For Nikki's sake? If you cared about my son, Vivian, we wouldn't be having this argument!

VIVIAN: What the hell do you mean?

LAWRENCE: If you had just left Ivan in jail and let him take the fall for this, Nikki would be safe. He would never have had to face the police and we wouldn't have anything to worry about!

VIVIAN: I couldn't just... leave Ivan there.

LAWRENCE: And why not?

VIVIAN: It was just common decency.

LAWRENCE: Vivian! How stupid do you think I am? Your first day in Salem you shot and killed a man in this very room, and your primary concern was that the carpet might be stained!

VIVIAN: Ivan has been a loyal family servant for many years.

LAWRENCE: No, Vivian. I won't settle for that any more. This goes far beyond the bond of trusted servant and employer. Ivan means more to you than that. Much more. And I want you to tell me everything... now.

OUT ON LAWRENCE'S ANGER.

BO'S DESK/SQUAD ROOM/CORRIDOR. BO IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, DILIGENTLY WORKING. THERE ARE PAPERS ALL OVER BUT THEY ARE IN NEAT PILES. JANET STANDS AT A DISTANCE FOR A FEW SECONDS WATCHING BO AND THEN WALKS UP TO HIM.

BO: OK, but these file are a mess.

JANET: I know. Salem P.D. is not known for its organizational abilities. (PULLS UP A CHAIR AND SITS DOWN) Let's talk.

BO: (WARY) Yes, Captain.

JANET: I'm going to be honest with you and I hope that you'll be the same with me. (BEAT) This is your last chance, Brady.

BO: (CALMLY) I know.

JANET: I think you understand what is expected of you, but I need to be clear. Any screw-ups and you're gone.

BO: I do understand, Captain. And I appreciate the second chance. I know I can be a good cop...

JANET: I think you can be a good cop, too. But you're going to have to prove it. Not just to me, but to I.A., your fellow officers, everyone...

BO: I will. This job is important to me and I intend to give it my all.

THE PHONE RINGS, BO LOOKS UP AT JANET AND SHE NODS. BO PICKS UP THE PHONE, TWO-WAY.

CAROLINE: Bo... Is that you?

BO: Yeah, Ma, it's me.

CAROLINE: Thank heavens.

BO: You sound funny... is everything ok?

CAROLINE: Bo, you need to come home right away.

BO: Why? What's wrong?

CAROLINE: It's Shawn-Douglas, he needs you.

BO: (LOOKING AT JANET) Ma, I can't come home now. I'm at work.

CAROLINE: Bo, I know you're starting over at the station, but your son really needs you now.

BO: What's happened? Is Shawn-D all right?

CAROLINE: Physically he's fine...

BO: Then can't it wait until I'm off duty?

CAROLINE: No, I don't think it can.

BO: But my job...

JANET IS LISTENING INTENTLY.

BO: Ma, that's not fair... You know nothing is more important to me than Shawn-D.

CAROLINE: Then come home. Now.

BO: But why?

CAROLINE: I'll explain when you get here.

BO: But, Ma... (LOOKING AT JANET) OK, Ma, try not to worry, I'll see what I can do.

CAROLINE: Please, Bo, it's important...

BO: Ma, I... I'll call you right back.

CAROLINE: Bo... hurry.

BO HANGS UP THE PHONE AND LOOKS AT JANET. HOLD ON BO'S INDECISION.

CUT TO: CARRIE'S APT. CARRIE AND JONAH, IN PROGRESS.

CARRIE: Yeah. Sure. I'm 19 years old Jonah! I should have some sort of idea what I want to do with my life. But I don't.

JONAH: Is that all that's bothering you? Or is there something else?

CARRIE: I guess I'm still nervous about the surgery.

JONAH: Chances are everything'll be okay. You know that.

CARRIE: Yeah, I know. I'm not really worried about that part of it. I know I'm in good hands with Marcus.

JONAH: So... what is bothering you?

CARRIE: The money part of it.

JONAH: John's taking care of that.

CARRIE: I know. And that's the part that bothers me.

JONAH: Come again?

CARRIE: Look, I'm supposed to be an independent adult here. But I don't know what I want to do with my life, and I can't even pay my own bills!

JONAH: This isn't exactly a normal situation... lots of people couldn't pay for something like this by themselves.

CARRIE: I don't care. John shouldn't have to be babysitting me. I'm gonna pay him back, Jonah. I don't know how, but I swear I'll pay back every cent.

HOLD ON CARRIE'S DETERMINATION.

CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK AND VERN ARE LOOKING AT ROWS OF PAPERS THAT ARE TACKED UP ON A WALL IN THE OFFICE.

JACK: Yes. Pinned to the wall... which is exactly how I feel at this moment.

VERN: Well, let's recap.

VERN POINTS TO A PIECE OF PAPER AS JACK SITS ON HIS DESK WATCHING, WITH HIS CHIN IN HIS HAND.

JACK: Francois...

VERN: (POINTING TO ANOTHER PIECE OF PAPER) In 1980 she and Jennifer attended the St. Genevieve boarding school.

JACK: And our latest piece of information.

JACK GETS UP AND POINTS TO ANOTHER PIECE OF PAPER, PACING AS HE TALKS.

VERN: Well, we don't have proof...

JACK: True, but it's something. We know nothing about her life after that, until, suddenly she shows up as a doctor in Tahiti.

VERN: It's not much to go on.

JACK: I know. We need more. The solution to this puzzle is just around the corner. I can feel it.

JACK STOPS PACING AND FACES THE WALL.

JACK: I'm not sure. (TURNS TOWARDS VERN) But at least she'll know the truth, whatever that may be.

VERN WALKS UP TO JACK AND PUTS A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER.

JACK TAKES ONE MORE LONG LOOK AT THE PAPERS ON THE WALL.

VERN: You mean Eve?

JACK: Who else can turn men into stone with a single look? Besides, I'd rather not hide in a closet again.

VERN: Don't worry. Julie left early today and Eve followed closely behind. You're safe.

JACK: Good. Why don't you go home, Vern? I'm going to put these papers away and head home myself.

VERN: Fine. See you tomorrow. And, Jack, don't worry. We'll figure this out somehow. We always do...

OUT ON VERN LEAVING THE OFFICE, AS JACK STARES AT THE PAPERS ON THE WALL.

BO'S DESK/SQUAD ROOM/CORRIDOR. BO IS STILL HOLDING THE PHONE RECEIVER. AFTER HESITATING A MOMENT, HE HANGS UP THE PHONE. IN PROGRESS.

JANET: What is it?

BO: It's my son, Shawn-Douglas.

JANET: Is he all right?

BO: I don't know...

JANET: You don't know?

BO: (ANXIOUSLY) Look, Captain, I know I just told you how important this job is to me, and that I'm going to give it my all, but...

JANET: But?

BO: But, that was my mother on the phone. She said that Shawn-Douglas needs me, right away.

JANET: What's wrong?

BO: I'm not sure, exactly. But I know that Carly's death has been hard on him. He hasn't been himself since the shooting.

JANET: That's understandable.

BO: He lost his mother a few years ago, and now Carly's gone. He doesn't understand why, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

JANET: Bo, I...

BO: He really needs his Pop right now, to reassure him that everything's going to be all right.

JANET: Of course...

BO: I know how bad it looks, me taking off like this, especially after I've just told you how much being a cop means to me.

JANET OPENS HER MOUTH TO SAY SOMETHING, BUT BO INTERRUPTS.

JANET: Brady, shut up! That's an order!

BO: But...

JANET: Don't disobey a direct order, officer. (BEAT) Now, as I was trying to say, I understand your position.

BO: You mean...

JANET: Go to your son, Brady.

BO: But what about my paperwork...

JANET: Don't worry about work right now. I'll find someone to cover for you. If I can't, I'll cover for you myself.

BO: Thank you, Captain. (COCKING HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY) You're full of surprises...

JANET: You're dismissed.

BO GOES TO THE DOOR AND OPENS IT. HE HESITATES, CONFUSED, AND LOOKS BACK AT JANET.

BO: Yes, ma'am.

BO WALKS OUT THE DOOR.

HOLD ON BO'S CONCERN.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM. VIVIAN WALKS IN AND POURS HERSELF A GLASS OF WATER. LAWRENCE FOLLOWS.

LAWRENCE COMES UP BESIDE HER AND PHYSICALLY TURNS HER AROUND TO FACE HIM, SOMEWHAT ROUGHLY.

VIVIAN: Your son? Only recently have you so claimed him, dear nephew, don't you forget that. And on the matter of Ivan, I owe you no explanation beyond what you've been given.

LAWRENCE: You will tell me what possible hold a mere servant could have over a member of the Alamain family... or else Nicholas could learn some very unpleasant truths about his dear Auntie Viv...

VIVIAN: Just remember, Lawrence, two can play that game. But for his sake, I suggest we don't...

LAWRENCE: And for your sake, I suggest you tell me the truth. all of it...

VIVIAN: Oh, all right! Though it's a painful story for me to tell... But I can see that doesn't matter to you...

LAWRENCE: Very observant, my dear. Go on...

VIVIAN: One of my late husbands was a very dashing man named Jacques Marais. He was such an adventurer, he positively swept me off my feet...

LAWRENCE: Marais... related, no doubt, to Ivan...

VIVIAN: His brother... To continue. Jacques positively swept me off my feet... We married after relatively little courtship... It was stunning. One of the happiest times in my life...

LAWRENCE: (SARCASTICALLY) You know how I appreciate it when you wax eloquent... but do go on...

VIVIAN: (GLARES AT LAWRENCE) We were on our extended honeymoon when Jacques' father called... Ivan was in trouble. He'd been an officer in the Czech militia until his untimely retirement due to a bullet wound....

LAWRENCE: That explains his ramrod-straight posture....

VIVIAN: He began writing, some stories, some poetry... all fairly anti-government. He even began holding salons for some of the more dissident young people... for them to share their art... the government was less than amused...

LAWRENCE: (SARCASTIC) I can't imagine why...

VIVIAN: He was put in a prison camp for corruption of minors, and was due to be moved to a "high-security facility", which at the time meant "death-camp". He was sure to be tortured, probably killed... Jacques knew we had one chance to rescue him.

LAWRENCE: Such a life of derring-do you've lead, ma petite Aunt...

VIVIAN: We travelled to Czechoslovakia and intercepted the truck carrying Ivan and a few other political prisoners. The local underground was helping, and we'd made it to one of their safe-houses when the shooting began (DEEP BREATH) Ivan took a bullet that would have killed me... He was wounded... Jacques...

VIVIAN PAUSES AND COLLECTS HERSELF.

LAWRENCE: (SOFTENS VERY SLIGHTLY) Vivian, I had no idea...

VIVIAN: Ivan and I managed to find the remainder of the prisoners and the underground and were smuggled out of the country... Ivan and I have been together ever since...

OUT ON VIVIAN.

JACK'S OFFICE. JACK HAS STACKED TOGETHER ALL OF HIS PAPERS ON CARLY, AND PUTS THEM IN A FILING CABINET.

THE DOOR OPENS. JACK TURNS.

EVE ENTERS.

AS EVE WALKS INTO THE OFFICE, JACK BACKTRACKS UNTIL HIS DESK IS BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM.

JACK: (SITTING DOWN) Eve... (HE LOOKS AROUND NERVOUSLY)

EVE: (SITTING ON JACK'S DESK) How are you?

JACK: I'm... fine. (SOTTO VOCE) At least, I was.

EVE: (STILL SMILING) What?

JACK: Ummm... I'm fine. And you?

EVE: I'm all right. (BEAT) But, I could be better.

JACK: (CLEARING HIS THROAT, TRYING TO REGAIN HIS COMPOSURE) Well, Eve, I was getting ready to leave. What is it that I can do for you?

EVE: We need to talk, Jack.

SHE REACHES OUT TOWARD HIS NECK. JACK STARTS, INHALING DEEPLY. EVE SLOWLY TAKES HOLD OF HIS TIE, PLAYING WITH IT SEDUCTIVELY.

JACK: (TRYING TO HIDE HIS NAUSEA) How could I forget...

EVE: And do you remember how you stopped Lawrence Alamain from taking over the Spectator, using my money?

JACK: You never failed to remind me...

EVE: (HER SMILE FADING) And do you remember how you stole that money from me?

JACK: (SQUIRMING) "Stole" is a strong word. I wouldn't necessarily say...

EVE: And do you have any idea what kind of Hell I've been going through for the last two years, stuck in that jungle with Frankie?

JACK: (ROLLING HIS EYES) It's been a while since I read Dante, but...

EVE: (HER EXPRESSION TURNING ANGRY) You owe me, Jack Deveraux. You owe me big time.

JACK: (HIS EYES NARROW) I owe you?

EVE: That's right, "bundt cake," and I'm here to collect.

JACK: I see. And just what is it that I owe you?

EVE: Money, Jack. Dinero. Greenbacks. Moola.

JACK: You're kidding.

EVE LOOPS JACK'S TIE AROUND HER FIST ONCE AND PULLS HIM CLOSER.

JACK: A million dollars? That's ludicrous. Forget it.

EVE LOOPS JACK'S TIE AROUND HER FIST AGAIN AND TIGHTENS IT AROUND HIS NECK, CHOKING HIM.

JACK: (GASPING) No...

EVE: Perhaps you didn't hear me, with the lack of oxygen to your brain. I said, would you like to reconsider?

JACK: (GRABBING HIS TIE AND PULLING AWAY FROM EVE'S GRASP) I said no!

JACK STRAIGHTENS HIS TIE AND DUSTS HIMSELF OFF.

EVE: (STANDING UP) That's where you're wrong, Jackie boy. You owe me two years, and I'm going to make sure that you pay. With interest.

JACK FOLDS HIS ARMS AND SILENTLY STARES AT EVE.

EVE TURNS AND STALKS OUT, SLAMMING THE DOOR BEHIND HER.

JACK SIGHS, HIS EXPRESSION TURNING GRIM. HOLD ON JACK'S CONCERN.

CUT TO: MARCUS APARTMENT. THE STEREO IS PLAYING ZZ TOP'S "SHARP-DRESSED MAN" AS MARCUS FLIPS THROUGH THE CLOTHES IN HIS CLOSET. HE FLIPS AGAIN, SHAKES HIS HEAD. HE CLOSES HIS EYES AND GRABS TWO HANGERS. HE ENDS UP WITH A TUXEDO SHIRT AND A PAIR OF PAINT-SPLASHED CUT-OFFS. HE SHAKES HIS HEAD.

CUT TO: JANET'S APARTMENT. DUKE ELLINGTON'S "JANET" PLAYS ON THE STEREO. A BEAUTIFUL ABYSSINIAN CAT IS SITTING ON THE BED WATCHING AS JANET DIGS MADLY IN THE CLOSET. JANET TRIUMPHANTLY PULLS OUT A BEIGE HIGH-HEELED PUMP, BUT HER TRIUMPH IS SHORT-LIVED AS SHE NOTICES THE HEEL IS HALF-BROKEN OFF. SHE COLLAPSES IN A FIT OF SLIGHTLY HYSTERICAL GIGGLES. THE CAT LOOKS BORED.

CUT TO: MARCUS' APARTMENT. WE SEE HIM MODEL A GREY WOOL SUIT WITH GREY/BURGUNDY TIE, THEN HE SHAKES HIS HEAD. NEXT IS A PAIR OF CASUAL LIGHT BLUE SLACKS AND A WHITE POLO SHIRT. HE SHAKES HIS HEAD AGAIN. NEXT IS THE PAINT-SPLASHED CUT-OFFS AND TUXEDO SHIRT. HE ADDS A FEDORA AT A RAKISH ANGLE AND POSES FOR THE MIRROR.

CUT TO: JANET'S APARTMENT. JANET IS TALKING TO THE CAT.

JANET PULLS OUT A HANGER WITH SOMETHING BLACK ON IT AND TOSSES IT NEXT TO THE CAT, WHO LOOKS AFFRONTED. JANET BEGINS RUMMAGING THROUGH THE DRESSER DRAWERS.

CUT TO: MARCUS' APARTMENT. MARCUS APPEARS TO HAVE SETTLED ON A PAIR OF WOOL SLACKS, DARK BROWN, WITH A LIGHT CREAM SILK SHIRT. HE CHECKS HIMSELF OUT IN THE MIRROR.

CUT TO: JANET'S APARTMENT. JANET IS WEARING THE CLASSIC "LITTLE BLACK DRESS" WITH BLACK HOSE AND PUMPS. SHE ADDS A LONG GOLD CHAIN WITH A SMALL, BRILLIANT OPAL PENDANT, AND PLAIN GOLD HOOP EARRINGS. SHE SMILES AT HERSELF AND SAYS TO THE CAT.

JANET IS ONCE AGAIN ON HER KNEES, RUMMAGING IN HER CLOSET. THE CAT LOOKS ON, SEEMINGLY AMUSED.

CUT TO: MARCUS APARTMENT. MARCUS IS FUSSING AT THE MIRROR. HE PICKS OFF A SPECK OF ALMOST-INVISIBLE LINT FROM HIS SLEEVE WHEN THE PHONE RINGS. HE TURNS DOWN THE STEREO BEFORE ANSWERING, TWO WAY.

KAYLA: Marcus, Hi!

MARCUS: Kayla! Hey, you... What's up?

KAYLA: Well, I don't know about you, but I've had a horrible day, and I think the only way to salvage it is to have some of Lorenzo's famous Tortellini Pesto at Wings. Mom'll watch Stephanie. You game?

MARCUS: (AWKWARD) Well.... ahhh... I already... I have a date tonight, Kay...

KAYLA: Date... (SOFTLY) Oh...

MARCUS: Look, if you need me, I can cancel.... just say the word...

KAYLA: No, Marcus... that's ok. I'll just... I'll be fine.

MARCUS: If you're sure...

KAYLA: I'm sure... some other time...

MARCUS: I'll hold you to that... Listen, I'll call you first thing tomorrow, ok?

KAYLA: That's fine... listen, Marcus... have fun tonight...

MARCUS: I'll try. You take it easy..

KAYLA: I will... bye.

MARCUS: G'bye...

MARCUS HANGS UP. HOLD ON MARCUS WORRY.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM. VIVIAN AND LAWRENCE, IN PROGRESS.

VIVIAN: It's the truth.

LAWRENCE: Then why have you never before told me this?

VIVIAN: It served no purpose...

LAWRENCE: No purpose? Damn it, Vivian, you've been lying to me for years.

VIVIAN: As you've been lying to me these past months.

LAWRENCE: Me, lie? Vivian the word "liar" defines you. First Nikki and now this. If you weren't my Aunt...

VIVIAN: If I weren't your Aunt, you'd what? Kill me?

LAWRENCE: Vivian, I think you have lost all touch with reality.

VIVIAN: Don't play the innocent with me, Lawrence. We both know you killed Carly.

LAWRENCE: What? How can you say that? You know I would never hurt Katerina. I loved her...

VIVIAN: Here it comes... the great love story. Lawrence, that may work on the likes of Bo Brady, but I know better. You've never loved anyone or anything in your life.

LAWRENCE: Vivian... don't push me.

VIVIAN: Another threat? Lawrence, be careful.

LAWRENCE: Or you'll do what?

VIVIAN: I might be forced to go to the police and tell them about the night of Katerina's murder.

LAWRENCE: What could you tell them?

VIVIAN: That I heard you making arrangements with someone for a "special project."

LAWRENCE: A business deal, nothing more.

VIVIAN: I saw you give someone a package, you said "special delivery." I assume a bonus for a killing well done.

LAWRENCE: Important business papers that had to be delivered.

VIVIAN: You were arranging Carly's murder, admit it.

LAWRENCE: I will admit nothing.

VIVIAN: And if I go to the police?

LAWRENCE: My dearest Aunt... and tell them what? You overheard a business conversation... You saw a messenger? They'll laugh in your face.

VIVIAN: You always cover your tracks, don't you?

LAWRENCE: I learned from the best.

VIVIAN: All right, Lawrence, if you didn't kill Carly, then what did you do that night?

OUT ON VIVIAN'S QUESTION.

BRADY HOUSE. THE FRONT DOOR OPENS AND BO RUSHES INSIDE.

CAROLINE AND KAYLA BOTH COME INTO THE KITCHEN, WHERE BO IS STANDING, FRANTIC.

BO: How is he?

KAYLA: I don't know. There's something really bothering him.

SHAWN-DOUGLAS ENTERS THE KITCHEN. AS SOON AS HE SEES BO, HE BREAKS INTO TEARS ONCE AGAIN. BO GOES TO SHAWN-DOUGLAS, PICKS HIM UP AND CARRIES HIM OVER TO THE SOFA, WHERE THEY SIT. CAROLINE AND KAYLA START PUTTING THE DRY DISHES AWAY IN THE KITCHEN.

SHAWN-D: (IN BETWEEN SOBS) I don't know, Papa. I just get sad and angry all together.

BO: Well, I'm here now. I'll take care of you.

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

BO: Let's take you home. (HE TAKES OUT HIS HANDKERCHIEF AND WIPES SHAWN-DOUGLAS' TEARS) Can you sit here a minute while I go say goodbye to Grandma and Aunt Kayla?

SHAWN-D: OK.

BO GETS UP AND WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN.

BO: I don't know. I'm going to take him home now.

KAYLA: I've never seen him so out of control. It worries me.

BO: Me, too. I've got to help him. I'm just not sure how. (BEAT) Hey Ma, thanks for helping me out today.

BO GIVES CAROLINE A KISS ON THE CHEEK, THEN HOLDS KAYLA'S HAND BRIEFLY.

KAYLA: I just hope Shawn-Douglas is okay.

BO: So do I...

CAROLINE: Well, why don't you get him off to bed now?

BO: Right. Thanks again.

BO WALKS OVER TO SHAWN-DOUGLAS, PICKS HIM UP AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. KAYLA CLOSES THE DOOR AFTER HIM.

KAYLA SIGHS AND GOES TO LOOK AT THE PICTURES ON THE FIREPLACE MANTLE.

KAYLA: Nothing, Ma.

KAYLA SITS ON THE COUCH. CAROLINE SITS DOWN NEXT TO HER.

KAYLA: I'm just a little down. I had hoped to have dinner with Marcus tonight, but he already had a date.

CAROLINE: And this bothers you?

KAYLA: (BEAT) I'm not sure.

CAROLINE: Not sure? Kayla, are you sure you're not jealous?

HOLD ON KAYLA'S SHOCK.

CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS ONCE AGAIN TRYING TO GATHER HIS THINGS TOGETHER AND LEAVE. THERE IS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. JACK LOOKS AT THE DOOR. THE KNOB TURNS, AND HIS EYES GROW WIDE WITH FEAR. HE DIVES UNDER THE DESK BEFORE THE DOOR CAN OPEN. WHEN THE DOOR DOES OPEN, JENNIFER STEPS INSIDE.

JENNIFER LOOKS AT THE DESK TO SEE TWO HANDS GRASP THE EDGE OF THE DESK.

JACK'S HEAD SLOWLY RISES UP FROM BEHIND THE DESK.

JACK: (RISING AND SITTING IN HIS CHAIR) Jennifer, I... ahhh... I... thought you were someone else.

JENNIFER: (WALKING OVER TO THE DESK AND SITTING ON TOP OF IT) Who? The IRS? The ISA?

JACK: None other than the ex-wife from hell...

JENNIFER: Eve?

JACK: Yes, Eve. She graced my office with her presence earlier, and I thought maybe she had come back to finish me off.

JENNIFER: Finish you off?

JACK: Yes. She came to simultaneously demand that I give her a million dollars and try to strangle me to death with my own necktie.

JENNIFER: Well, I guess two years with Frankie didn't mellow her...

JACK: I think maybe she spent most of that time with the lions.

JENNIFER: You didn't give her anything, did you?

JACK: Of course not. I returned her money to the trust fund a long time ago. I'm not going to give her anything more.

JENNIFER: Good.

JACK: But, I don't think she's going to give up that easily. (BEAT) She'll be back.

JENNIFER: Like Arnold Schwarzenegger?

JACK: Schwarzenegger with PMS.

JENNIFER: Well, enough about Arnold... I mean, Eve. There's something really important I need to talk to you about.

JACK: Oh?

JENNIFER: Yes. After spending some time taking care of the kids, I've come to realize what a monumental task it is.

JACK: I know. I've come to realize it, too.

JENNIFER: And now I can really appreciate all that Jo does for us.

JACK: Yes...

JENNIFER: We've been really lucky that Jo's been there to help take care of Abby.

JACK: I agree, Jo's been great...

JENNIFER: Yes, she has. But not everyone has a Jo Johnson, or a Caroline Brady, or an Alice Horton. Not everyone has friends or relatives that can help them out and take care of their children while they work to earn a living.

JACK: This is true...

JENNIFER: And private day care services cost a fortune. There are so many people that simply can't afford them.

JACK: Day care?

JENNIFER: Yes, Jack, day care. I think the Spectator should have a day care facility for the children of its employees.

JACK: I see... A day care facility. (BEAT) I don't know, Jennifer. I would have to look into it. It's a big undertaking, you know. Taking care of four kids nearly killed us.

JENNIFER: I've talked to Aunt Maggie, and if you agree, she can run the Center. I think this could be a really good thing, Jack. It could help a lot of people.

JACK: I'm sure it could.

JENNIFER: Then you'll do it?

JACK: Can you give me some time to think about it?

JENNIFER: Deal.

JACK: Good. (STANDING UP AND PICKING UP HIS BRIEFCASE) Because right now, I want to go home and spend the evening with my wife and child.

JENNIFER: (STANDING UP AND SMILING) I think that can be arranged.

JACK WALKS AROUND THE DESK AND STANDS NEXT TO JENNIFER. HE HOLDS OUT HIS ARM.

JENNIFER: (WRAPPING HER ARM THROUGH HIS) Absolutely, Mr. Deveraux.

THEY WALK TO THE DOORWAY, ARM IN ARM. JENNIFER TURNS OUT THE LIGHT, AND THEY CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND THEM. THEIR SILHOUETTES ARE VISIBLE IN THE DOOR'S OPAQUE GLASS PANE. THEY PAUSE TO KISS. HOLD ON THEIR SILHOUETTED KISS.

CUT TO: DONOVAN LIVING ROOM. EVE IS SITTING ON THE SOFA, CHECKING OFF NAMES IN A SMALL ADDRESS BOOK.

EVE PICKS UP THE PHONE AND DIALS. THE PHONE RINGS, BUT THERE IS NO ANSWER.

EVE HURLS THE ADDRESS BOOK AT THE DOOR. SHE GRABS A SOFA CUSHION AND HITS IT, THEN HUGS THE CUSHION AND STARTS TO CRY.

AS EVE SITS ALONE ON THE SOFA, WE HEAR THE MUSIC SWELL, BILLIE HOLIDAY SINGING "SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME." AND WE BEGAN A MUSICAL MONTAGE.

CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE/SPECTATOR. JACK AND JENNIFER ARE STILL STANDING IN THE OFFICE, LOST IN A KISS. JACK KISSES JENNIFER'S LIPS, THEN MOVES TO HER CHEEK. FINALLY, HE GENTLY BITES HER EAR.

JENNIFER: (BREATHLESS) As soon as possible Mr. D...

JACK SMILES, GRABS JENNIFER AND THEY TRY TO WALK AND KISS AT THE SAME TIME AS THEY HEAD TOWARDS THE DOOR.

CUT TO: BRADY PUB. MARCUS AND JANET ARE SITTING AT AN INTIMATE TABLE FOR TWO. THEY ARE LAUGHING, TALKING, SEEMINGLY LOST IN EACH OTHER.

CUT TO: BRADY KITCHEN. KAYLA SITS ALONE AT THE KITCHEN TABLE, EATING A BOWL OF CHOWDER.

CUT TO: BO'S BOAT/INT. BO IS SITTING NEXT TO SHAWN-D'S BED. AS HE WATCHES HIS SON SLEEP, HE GENTLY STROKES HIS HAIR. HOLD ON THE FATHER AND SON. AND OUT. FADE TO BLACK.