BRADY KITCHEN. KAYLA IS STANDING AT THE STOVE FIXING 3 SLICES OF FRENCH TOAST AS STEPHANIE SITS ON THE FLOOR PLAYING WITH HER DOLLS. CAROLINE POKES HER HEAD IN THE DOOR.

KAYLA: (PUSHING HER HAIR BACK FROM HER FOREHEAD) Almost done, Ma.

CAROLINE: You know, I don't mean to hurry you, dear... it's just that I promised Father Murphy I'd bake all those cookies for the bazaar, and I really...

KAYLA: (INTERRUPTING) See? I'm all done!

KAYLA REACHES OVER AND TURNS OFF THE BURNER AND CARRIES THE SKILLET AND A TRIVET TO THE TABLE.

THERE IS A LOUD BANG, AS IF SOMEONE HAS KICKED OPEN AN OUTSIDE DOOR. FROM ANOTHER ROOM, WE HEAR MAX.

CAROLINE: (YELLING) What is it?

MAX: Where's my glove?

CAROLINE: (YELLING) Well where did you put it?

MAX: I dunno!

CAROLINE SIGHS AND BEGINS PICKING UP STACKS OF PAPERS AND LOOKING UNDER THEM. KAYLA AND STEPHANIE ARE NOW SEATED AT THE KITCHEN TABLE AND KAYLA IS TRYING TO GET STEPHANIE TO EAT.

KAYLA: I don't know, honey. Why don't we look for them after we eat?

STEPHANIE: I want my little ponies now!

KAYLA: Let's eat first.

STEPHANIE: No! I'm not hungry! I want my little ponies!

MAX COMES RUNNING INTO THE ROOM.

CAROLINE: Well, if you'd just remember to put your things away...

MAX: Ma!

THE DOOR OPENS AS SHAWN COMES IN, WEARING MUDDY BOOTS AND CARRYING SEVERAL FISH.

CAROLINE: (STILL SORTING THROUGH THE KITCHEN) I'm busy...

MAX: Ma! Hurry up!

STEPHANIE: I want my little ponies! (SHE BEGINS CRYING)

MAX: Ma, give it up... I'll just go without my glove and look like a dork. Come on, we're going to be late...

SHAWN: Caroline... The fish?

CAROLINE: Later!

CAROLINE GRABS HER PURSE AND SHE AND MAX DASH OUT THE DOOR. SHAWN LOOKS AFTER THEIR RETREATING FORMS, SOMEWHAT PERPLEXED. THEN HE NOTICES KAYLA FOR THE FIRST TIME.

SHAWN LOOKS AT HER QUIZZICALLY AS KAYLA PUTS HER HEAD DOWN ON THE TABLE IN AN EXPRESSION OF RESIGNATION. HOLD ON KAYLA.

CUT TO: WINGS. WE SEE THE "WINGS" SIGN BEING TAKEN DOWN BY WORKMEN. IT IS OBVIOUS THAT THIS WAS ONCE THE CLUB KNOWN AS WINGS, BUT WORKMEN ARE CURRENTLY DESTROYING ANY SEMBLANCE OF THE OLD CLUB. ALL FURNITURE HAS BEEN REMOVED, INCLUDING THE STAGE AREA AND PIANO, AND THE BAR IS GONE AS WELL. BACK TOWARDS THE STAGE, DOUG IS TALKING TO THE CONSTRUCTION FOREMAN, GESTURING MADLY TOWARDS THE STAGE AREA AND SKETCHING THINGS WITH HIS HANDS. IN THE FOREGROUND, JULIE IS TALKING TO AN EXOTICALLY DRESSED WOMAN, NATASHA. IN PROGRESS

NATASHA: Yes, I see... you know, the idea of a World Beat club is so inspired... there's so much we can do with it in terms of decor...

JULIE: Exactly! I think I'd like to use the colors of the sea as a base...

NATASHA: To symbolize crossing the oceans between us on the common ground of music...

JULIE: Ahh... yes, of course. So blues, teals, greens... it would give the place a relaxing, calming feel...

NATASHA: Which will be directly at odds with the frenzy and energy of many of the forms of music that will be performed... Julie, you are a genius. I have no idea why you left this business...

JULIE: Circumstances, darling... I'm just glad I met you, so I could see some of my ideas carried to fruition so perfectly and completely!

NATASHA: My pleasure, I assure you. Now that we have a color scheme, any thought to decor? It would be interesting to try to incorporate the flavors of various cultures into the fixtures, and into the art and servingware...

JULIE: You read my mind! I'll be putting some of my art collection on display... definitely the Kachinas... I'll probably end up going on several buying trips...

NATASHA: And I'd love to see a display of musical instruments, maybe near the stage... Possibly some smaller pieces like a mbira or a flute, maybe something large like a harp or a marimba...

JULIE: Yes... and perhaps some Balinese shadow puppets over there, a barong... (POINTING AT POSSIBLE SPOTS)

NATASHA: And how about this... instead of identical sets of service pieces... how about using different, but matched place settings at each table? For example, an entire place setting from Limoges, with crystal and sterling silver for one diner, while their companion has Mexican pottery and beaten copper dinnerware?

JULIE: How divine! Of course, that will take some time and effort, training the servers, but it can be done... Can you find a supplier who carries such a wide variety?

NATASHA: I know just the vendor. And I suspect we can get creative about purchasing if you plan to take some buying trips...

JULIE: Oh, I think this is coming together...

JULIE STOPS ABRUPTLY AS EVE ENTERS THE CLUB, VISIBLY UPSET. EVE IS CLEARLY BETWEEN TEARS AND FURY, BUT CHOOSES THE LATTER AS SHE STORMS UP TO WHERE JULIE IS STANDING.

HOLD ON EVE'S FURY.

CUT TO: JACK & JENNIFER'S BEDROOM. WE SEE A BODY HUDDLED UNDER THE BED CLOTHES, COME IN CLOSE ON THE TOP OF A HEAD PEEKING OUT OF THE COVERS. A HAND COMES INTO VIEW AND PULLS THE BLANKETS BACK, REVEALING A SLEEPING JACK'S FACE. THE HAND BEGINS TO TOUSLE JACK'S HAIR, THEN CARESS HIS EAR. JACK DOESN'T WAKE, BUT TWITCHES HIS NOSE AND BATS THE HAND AWAY. WE PULL BACK TO REVEAL JENNIFER, WHO BENDS OVER AND BEGINS TO KISS JACK'S FOREHEAD, EYES, CHEEKS, AND CHIN. WHEN JENNIFER NIBBLES HIS EAR, JACK BEGINS TO STIR.

JENNIFER: Jaaack. Come on, honey, wake up.

JACK: (STILL HALF ASLEEP) I got up with the child last time, it's your turn.

JENNIFER: Abby's not crying.

JACK: That's nice.

JENNIFER: Abby's not even here. Come on, Jack, wake up.

JACK: (GRUMPILY) Ok, ok, I'm awake.

JENNIFER: Well, good morning, Oscar the Grouch.

JACK MAKES A FACE AT HER.

JACK: (BLINKING AND COMING FULLY AWAKE) Wait a minute. Did you just say the child isn't here? She didn't learn to sleepwalk, did she?

JENNIFER: No. I got up early and took her over to Grandma's. (BEAT) So we could be alone.

JACK: (SUSPICIOUSLY) Why? Oh no, we're not cleaning out the garage, are we? I thought we were going to do that next weekend.

JENNIFER: No, no garage cleaning today. I have something else in mind.

JACK: (TEASINGLY) Painting the hallway? Weeding the garden?

JENNIFER: We're going to spend a romantic day alone. Just the two of us. Doing whatever we want. Today is my present to you. (BEAT) So, got any ideas, Mr. D.?

JACK: A romantic day alone? Oh, too bad. I was in a painting mood today...

JENNIFER OPENS HER MOUTH FOR AN INDIGNANT RETORT, BUT JACK LUNGES OVER AND GRABS JENNIFER AND PULLS HER INTO HIS ARMS. JENNIFER SQUEALS.

OUT ON JACK WHISPERING IN JENNIFER'S EAR, WHILE SHE GIGGLES.

WINGS. EVE IS STANDING, HANDS ON HIPS, WAITING FOR A RESPONSE FROM JULIE. BOTH JULIE AND NATASHA ARE SLIGHTLY DUMB-STRUCK.

JULIE: (TO NATASHA) Give me a minute, darling. Why don't you find Doug and see what he thinks of our ideas?

NATASHA EXITS TO GO FIND DOUG.

EVE: Julie, what are you doing?

JULIE: (COOLY) I'm waiting for you to calm down.

EVE: (IN A HUFF) I'm calm. (BEAT) Now will you please tell me what all this (MOTIONING WITH HER HANDS AROUND THE ROOM) is about?

JULIE: Isn't it obvious? I'm remodeling. (SMILES)

EVE: (LIVID WITH RAGE) I can't believe you're doing this!

JULIE: I don't understand why this upsets you so.

EVE: This was Nick's club.

JULIE: Nick's club? (BEAT) I'm sorry, darling. It's just that I've never thought of this as anything but "Doug's Place."

EVE: Well, you're wrong. This is Nick's club. It'll always be Nick's club.

JULIE: I'm sorry, I...

EVE: (TEARS WELLING) He built it for me!

JULIE: Eve, I certainly didn't mean for this to hurt you.

EVE: (SARCASTICALLY) Oh, of course not. You're just destroying a dream that Nick and I shared. (TEARS BEGIN TO STREAM DOWN HER FACE)

JULIE: A dream?

EVE: Yes. Nick ran the club, and I sang. We did it together, built our dream together.

JULIE: I didn't realize you still felt so strongly about this place. (BEAT) Frankly, I'm a little surprised. I thought that you and Nick didn't part on the best of terms.

EVE: Obviously, you thought wrong.

JULIE: Eve...

EVE: Nick cared about me... unlike you.

JULIE: Eve, I told you that remodeling this club has nothing to do with you, and that's the truth. The world doesn't revolve around you, you know.

EVE: Oh, sure! Turn it back on me! First, you trash one of the most beautiful memories of my relationship with Nick, and then you make me out to be the bad guy.

JULIE: I've done nothing of the kind.

EVE: Forget it. I don't have to take this...

EVE TURNS AND STORMS OUT AS JULIE WATCHES HER GO. HOLD ON JULIE'S CONCERN.

CUT TO: BRADY KITCHEN. STEPHANIE IS SITTING ON THE FLOOR QUIETLY PLAYING WITH HER LITTLE PONIES. CAROLINE IS AT THE COUNTER MIXING COOKIE DOUGH. KAYLA ENTERS WITH A HALF-FULL MUG OF HERBAL TEA.

CAROLINE: (FIDDLING WITH THE MIXER) Yes?

KAYLA: We need to talk.

CAROLINE: What is it?

KAYLA: Think you could sit down for a minute? It's important?

CAROLINE: (CONCERNED) All right. Just let me get this batch in the oven.

KAYLA: Need some help?

CAROLINE: Thanks.

THE TWO WOMEN DROP THE COOKIE DOUGH ONTO SHEETS AND PUT THEM IN THE OVEN.

KAYLA: (SITTING DOWN) Ma... I really appreciate you and Pop putting me up here like this.

CAROLINE: You know we love having you and Stephanie around.

KAYLA: But I really think Steph and I need a place of our own, since I've decided we're staying in Salem.

CAROLINE: Oh. I see.

KAYLA: It's not that I don't love you and Pop and Max, it's just that I need my own home.

CAROLINE: I understand, dear. You do know you're welcome to stay as long as you like?

KAYLA: I know. I may take you up on it for a while.

CAROLINE: What do you mean?

KAYLA: Well, I don't really have a place to go. Mickey and Maggie still have the house.

CAROLINE: I'm sure they'd be willing to sell it back to you.

KAYLA: No, I couldn't ask them to do that. Besides, there are too many memories there... I want to make a fresh start.

CAROLINE: That's probably for the best.

KAYLA: And I'm not really sure I want to invest in a house... but then again I don't like apartments.

CAROLINE: Why don't you call Roman?

KAYLA: What?

CAROLINE: He and Marlena are looking for someone to rent their house. They're not sure they want to sell the house just yet. They're still talking about coming home someday.

KAYLA: Hmmm... now that's a good idea. I'd be right next door to the Hortons, I'd be able to keep an eye on Roman's place, and I'd have plenty of room. It's a great idea. Do you have Roman's number somewhere handy?

CAROLINE: Right by the phone.

KAYLA: I think I'll go make a call.

KAYLA GETS UP AND WALKS OVER TO THE PHONE. HOLD ON KAYLA AS SHE DIALS.

CUT TO: NICHOLAS' BEDROOM/CORRIDOR. NICHOLAS IS SITTING ON HIS BED WITH A BOOK. HE APPEARS TO BE READING EXCEPT HIS EYES ARE FIXED ON ONE SPOT, AND HE IS NOT TURNING THE PAGES. GO TO: THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE NICHOLAS' BEDROOM. VIVIAN IS THERE, WITH HER EAR AGAINST THE DOOR. IVAN IS WITH HER.

IVAN: Yes, madame. Nicholas has been exceptionally quiet for the past several days. I can only assume that he has been either reading or sleeping most of the time.

VIVIAN: You haven't heard him playing any of his video games?

IVAN: No, madame. His room has been silent as a tomb.

VIVIAN: Please, Ivan, don't speak of death. The events of the past several days have made me wonder if this house won't turn out to be a tomb for all of us.

IVAN: I'm sorry. (BEAT) I am working on the arrangements for a rapid departure, should it be necessary.

VIVIAN: Good. In the meantime, I'm worried about Nikki's emotional state. I hope that the tension between Lawrence and I isn't what's causing Nikki to withdraw like this.

IVAN: I could not say for sure. But the hostility between the two of you has been quite evident.

VIVIAN: Yes, I know. I've done my best to disguise it, but Nikki is too bright not to know that something is amiss. Perhaps I should talk to him, try to reassure him.

IVAN: I think that would be a good idea, madame.

VIVIAN TAPS LIGHTLY ON THE DOOR AND OPENS IT.

NICHOLAS DOES NOT RESPOND OR LOOK UP FROM HIS BOOK. VIVIAN ENTERS THE ROOM. IVAN STANDS OUTSIDE.

NICHOLAS: (SHRUGGING HIS SHOULDERS, BUT NOT LOOKING UP) Nothing.

VIVIAN: (SITTING ON THE BED NEXT TO NICHOLAS) Nikki, dear, I'm worried about you. I'm worried that I've upset you because of the arguments I've had with your father recently.

NICHOLAS: (FINALLY LOOKING UP AND SETTING HIS BOOK DOWN) I feel bad when you and Dad fight. Why are you guys fighting so much?

VIVIAN: Ahhh... well... Your father and I sometimes disagree about the best way to handle certain situations. I think I'm right, and he thinks he's right, so we end up arguing.

NICHOLAS: You guys sure get mad at each other sometimes.

VIVIAN: Yes, but we work things out. Just because we disagree doesn't mean that we don't love each other, or that we don't love you.

NICHOLAS: Aunt Viv?

VIVIAN: Yes, Nikki?

NICHOLAS: Did you and Dad fight because he did some bad things, and that made you angry?

VIVIAN: (SHOCKED) Ummm... why... No, it's nothing like that. (LONG BEAT) Nikki, what makes you think that your father would do anything bad?

NICHOLAS: (HESITATING) I... I was just wondering. I was trying to figure out why you two fight so much.

VIVIAN: (PUTTING HER ARMS AROUND HIM) Oh, Nikki, my darling boy... (BEAT) I don't want you to think about that. You know I love you, and that I'd do anything for you.

NICHOLAS: Yeah, I know.

VIVIAN: Well, you just concentrate on that, all right?

NICHOLAS: Okay. (BEAT) I love you, too, Aunt Viv. And I'd never let anyone hurt you.

HE TURNS AND HUGS HER.

OUT ON VIVIAN'S SURPRISE AND WORRY.

JACK & JENNIFER'S BEDROOM. JACK AND JENNIFER ARE UNDER THE COVERS, CUDDLING AND CONTENT.

JACK: Oh you did, did you? You haven't seen anything yet...

JENNIFER PICKS UP THE BED CLOTHES AND LOOKS UNDERNEATH.

JACK: (KISSING JENNIFER) Mmm... It's the "and then some" that I'm concerned with...

JENNIFER: (PLAYFULLY) Is that all?

JACK: Maybe. Did you mean it when you said we could do anything we wanted today?

JENNIFER: Absolutely. Whatever your heart--or the rest of you--desires.

JACK: Well... there is something I've had in the back of my mind for some time now...

JENNIFER: Tell!

JACK: I want to take a bath. With you. Us. Together.

JENNIFER: Really? You've never mentioned that before.

JACK: Remember that time at my old house, before the Loretta sailed?

JENNIFER: Vaguely...

JACK: I walked in and you were nearly asleep... You looked so beautiful in all those bubbles... I've had visions of you and I together in a bathtub ever since.

JENNIFER: But we didn't...

JACK: No, we didn't. As I recall, I dropped the soap...

JENNIFER: I got mad...

JACK: And you almost drowned me. (BEAT) I was hoping that this time there might be a different turn of events...

JENNIFER: (LIGHTLY CARESSING HIS CHEST) Yes, there's a good chance that there might be, Mr. D.

JACK: I was hoping you'd say that! (KISSES JENNIFER) Mrs. D., you just relax and stay right there.

HOLD ON JENNIFER'S FACE AS JACK BOUNDS OUT OF BED AND HEADS TOWARDS THE BATHROOM.

OUT ON JENNIFER, CLOSING HER EYES AND SNUGGLING BACK DOWN INTO THE BED CLOTHES WITH A SMILE.

CUT TO: BRADY HOUSE. KAYLA IS IN THE LIVING ROOM, TALKING ON THE PHONE, ONE WAY. CAROLINE IS IN THE KITCHEN, BAKING COOKIES.

KAYLA HANGS UP THE PHONE AND WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN.

CAROLINE: (TEASING) The only news I can use right now is someone telling me that I don't have to bake all these cookies...

KAYLA: (LAUGHS) Sorry, but that isn't my news.

CAROLINE: I know, dear, what did Roman have to say?

KAYLA: Roman has agreed to rent me his house... at the Brady discounted rate, of course.

KAYLA GOES TO THE COUNTER AND AGAIN HELPS CAROLINE MAKE COOKIES.

KAYLA: Now Stephanie, Brady and I will get out of your hair.

CAROLINE: Kayla, you know we've loved having you and Stephie here... and Brady too.

KAYLA: I know, but enough is enough. You need some peace and quiet.

CAROLINE: Yes, some peace and quiet sounds mighty nice right now.

KAYLA PUTS A SHEET OF COOKIES IN THE OVEN.

CAROLINE: I do.

KAYLA: Then I think I'll start moving some of my stuff in today... but first the house will probably need cleaning and airing out.

CAROLINE: I'll help you.

KAYLA: No Ma, you have enough to do today, with the cookies (LOOKING INTO THE SINK WHERE SHAWN LEFT HIS FISH ON ICE) and the fish.

CAROLINE: Are you sure? That's a big house.

KAYLA: Yes, I'm sure, (SMILING) plus I have an old friend that I can call for help.

CAROLINE: Ok dear.

KAYLA: Oh Ma, I hate to ask this but do you think...

CAROLINE: (SMILING) No need to ask, you know I love to spend time with my grand children.

KAYLA: Thanks Ma, I promise it'll only be for a couple hours, and I won't ask you to baby-sit again for a long time.

CAROLINE: I'll hold you to that.

KAYLA: I'm so excited. And moving is going to be easy since most of my stuff is still in boxes. Roman even said that I could put his furniture in storage and use my own if I wanted to.

CAROLINE: That was nice...

KAYLA: I don't think I'll have to. The only piece of furniture I saved was the antique four-poster bed. (BEAT) (DEEP BREATH) Well, I think I'll go get started...

CAROLINE: All right dear, and don't worry about the kids, we have things under control here...

BRADY STARTS TO CRY JUST AS STEPHANIE COMES UP AND BEGS FOR ICE CREAM.

CAROLINE: I think.

KAYLA: (KISSING CAROLINE ON THE CHEEK) Ma, you're the best. And to quote my baby brother, I'm outta here.

HOLD ON KAYLA'S SMILE AS SHE WALKS OUT OF THE KITCHEN.

CUT TO: WINGS. JULIE IS SEEING NATASHA OUT. DOUG IS FINISHING UP TALKING TO THE FOREMAN, AND AS JULIE RE-ENTERS THE CLUB, DOUG WALKS TO HER.

JULIE: No, Eve's bark is generally worse than her bite. However, she was extremely upset about our remodeling the club.

DOUG: Because of Nick?

JULIE: Exactly. She apparently considered Wings the last bastion of remembrance of her relationship with Nick.

DOUG: She really loved him, didn't she?

JULIE: Hard to say, it was more twisted than simply love. She's upset now, but in the long run, I think she might be better off...

DOUG: How so?

JULIE: Well, maybe now she can let go of the past, and move on, find someone she can truly love...

DOUG: (REFLECTIVE) If you'd let go of your past, we might not have gotten back together...

JULIE: Darling, you and I transcend all boundaries of time and space.

DOUG: How true, Fair Lady, how true. Speaking of time, when do you think it will be time to tie the knot?

JULIE: I don't know exactly when to do it, but I think I've figured out the where... Doug, what do you think about having the wedding at the house?

DOUG: It certainly is big enough...

JULIE: I was thinking about having the wedding in the living room and the reception out in the garden...

DOUG: It sounds perfect, just perfect.

JULIE: The flowers should all be in their last bloom of summer...

DOUG: (SMILING) And you'll outshine every one!

JULIE GIVES DOUG A BRILLIANT SMILE AND A KISS.

DOUG'S SMILE FADES.

DOUG: (HIS SMILE RETURNING) Grand, definitely. I want all our family and friends with us. This is going to be a celebration of love and life.

JULIE: You're right, my darling... as always... We can contact Scotty and David, see if they're available... perhaps even Stephen can be coaxed out of Paris...

DOUG: And CJ and Robert... We can also see about some of those far-flung Hortons...

JULIE: What a wonderful idea... I'd love to see Aunt Marie again, and Jessica and Josh... Oh, Grandma will be thrilled when I tell her what we're planning...

DOUG: If it makes you and Alice happy, it makes me happy, my love... it'll be a grand wedding, and a grand family reunion.

OUT ON JULIE AND DOUG'S HAPPINESS.

JACK AND JENNIFER'S BEDROOM AND BATHROOM. JENNIFER IS SITTING ON THE BED, WEARING A BATHROBE, AND LEAFING THROUGH A MAGAZINE. JACK, WEARING A ROBE, WALKS OUT OF THE BATHROOM AND INTO THE BEDROOM, CARRYING A SINGLE DEEP PINK ROSE. HE SITS DOWN NEXT TO JENNIFER AND HANDS HER THE ROSE.

JENNIFER LEANS OVER AND KISSES JACK, SWEETLY ON THE CHEEK. JACK EXTENDS HIS HAND TO JENNIFER, AND MOTIONS TO THE BATHROOM WITH HIS OTHER HAND.

JENNIFER PUTS THE ROSE GENTLY ON THE BED AND STANDS UP. JACK LEADS HER OVER TO THE BATHROOM. AS SHE ENTERS, SHE GIVES A SLIGHT GASP. JACK SMILES.

JACK: But, of course!

THE OLD FASHIONED, VICTORIAN BATHTUB IS FILLED WITH WARM WATER AND IS BRIMMING WITH BUBBLES. THE ROOM IS FILLED WITH FLOWERS. JENNIFER RUNS HER HAND IN THE TUB, AND PICKS UP ONE OF THE FLOWERS.

JACK: And our's as well.

THEY LAUGH. JACK PICKS UP A TRAY, FILLED WITH GOODIES AND PRESENTS IT TO JENNIFER.

JENNIFER'S EYES WIDEN. THE TRAY CONTAINS AN ASSORTMENT OF BATH OILS, GELS, MASSAGE OILS, LOTIONS, AND A LOOFAH. JACK PLACES THE TRAY DOWN NEXT TO THE TUB.

JACK SLIPS JENNIFER'S ROBE DOWN HER SHOULDERS AND IT FALLS TO THE FLOOR. HOLD ON JACK'S SMILING FACE AS HE WATCHES JENNIFER CLIMB INTO THE BATHTUB. JENNIFER GIGGLES AS SHE BLOWS A FEW OF THE BUBBLES UP IN THE AIR.

JACK REMOVES HIS ROBE. JENNIFER SMILES AS SHE WATCHES JACK GET INTO THE BATHTUB. JACK SITS BEHIND HER, GENTLY PUSHES HER HAIR OVER HER SHOULDER AND STARTS KISSING THE NAPE OF HER NECK.

JACK: May I scrub your back for you, Mrs. Deveraux?

JENNIFER LIFTS HER HAIR OUT OF THE WAY.

JACK PICKS UP THE LOOFAH AND APPLIES SOME GEL TO IT. HE BEGINS SCRUBBING JENNIFER'S BACK, VERY SENSUALLY.

JACK: (READING BOTTLE) Hmm... It says here, that this gel is flavored.

JACK GENTLY LICKS JENNIFER'S SHOULDER.

JACK CONTINUES KISSING JENNIFER'S NECK AND SHOULDERS.

JENNIFER CONTINUES TO GIGGLE. HER GIGGLES TURN TO MOANS AS SHE TURNS TOWARDS JACK. SHE TILTS HER HEAD BACK ON HIS SHOULDER AND HE LEANS OVER HER, HIS LIPS FINDING HERS. THEY SINK DOWN INTO THE TUB, KISSING PASSIONATELY. HOLD ON THE BUBBLES.

CUT TO: ROMAN'S LIVING ROOM (WHICH WILL HENCEFORTH BE CALLED KAYLA'S LIVING ROOM). KAYLA IS FUMBLING WITH THE DOOR LOCK. SHE IS WEARING OLD JEANS, A SWEATSHIRT AND CARRYING A LARGE BAG OF CLEANING SUPPLIES. SHE GETS THE DOOR OPEN AND GOES INSIDE.

KAYLA LOOKS AROUND AND SEES THAT ALL THE FURNITURE IS COVERED WITH SHEETS, THE WINDOWS ARE CLOSED AND THERE IS A FINE LAYER OF DUST EVERYWHERE.

SHE SETS DOWN THE BAG AND WALKS TO THE FRONT WINDOWS AND OPENS THEM. LIGHT FILTERS INTO THE HOUSE.

KAYLA STARTS PULLING THE SHEETS OFF THE FURNITURE AND DUST FLIES EVERYWHERE. WE SEE A MONTAGE OF KAYLA'S ACTIVITIES. IN A SHORT TIME, ALL THE SHEETS ARE OFF AND KAYLA IS COVERED HEAD TO TOE IN DUST. SHE WHISTLES AS SHE CARRIES THE SHEETS TO THE LAUNDRY ROOM. SHE SPIES A MOP AND BUCKET IN THE CORNER, GRABS IT AND CARRIES IT OUT TO THE LIVING ROOM. SHE SETS THE MOP AND BUCKET DOWN AND STARTS RUMMAGING THROUGH THE BAG OF SUPPLIES.

KAYLA WALKS OVER TO THE PHONE.

KAYLA PICKS UP THE RECEIVER AND SMILES AS SHE HEARS A DIAL TONE.

HOLD ON KAYLA.

CUT TO: CEMETERY. EVE IS WALKING, FIGHTING TEARS OF ANGER.

EVE STOPS AND LOOKS DOWN AT A HEADSTONE. IT IS NICK'S GRAVE.

EVE NOTICES THE GRAVE IS SLIGHTLY OVERGROWN WITH WEEDS. SHE KNEELS DOWNS AND BEGINS TO CLEAR SOME OF THEM.

EVE REACHES OUT AND SLOWLY TRACES THE LETTERS OF NICK'S NAME ON THE STONE AS SHEENA EASTON'S "WIND BENEATH MY WINGS" BEGINS TO PLAY SOFTLY IN THE BACKGROUND.

EVE SNIFFLES AND REACHES UP TO WIPE A FEW TEARS OFF HER FACE.

EVE STANDS UP AND BRUSHES THE DIRT OFF HER KNEES.

EVE TURNS AND STARTS TO WALK AWAY, BUT TURNS BACK.

EVE SMILES A LITTLE AND TURNS AND WALKS AWAY. HOLD ON THE HEADSTONE. AND OUT.

JACK AND JENNIFER'S LIVING ROOM. JACK IS SITTING ON THE SOFA, DRESSED IN HIS BATHROBE. HE IS LOOKING WELL-SATISFIED AND SNIFFING ONE OF THE FLOWERS FROM THE BATHROOM.

JENNIFER ENTERS FROM THE KITCHEN, CARRYING A TRAY WITH CHAMPAGNE AND PATÉ.

JENNIFER: (AMUSED) What?

JACK: (EMBARRASSED) Nothing, nothing.

JENNIFER SETS THE TRAY ON THE COFFEE TABLE AND SITS NEXT TO JACK. HE PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HER AND THEY SNUGGLE.

JENNIFER: For what?

JACK: For this. This day. Together.

JENNIFER: (GIGGLING MISCHIEVOUSLY) Oh, yes. Multiple times.

JACK: I'm serious. I'm grateful to you for doing this for me. For us.

JENNIFER: It's my pleasure.

JACK: (GRINNING) I got that impression upstairs...

JENNIFER: Jack!

JACK: Jennifer. (BEAT) I haven't felt this good, this relaxed, in weeks.

JENNIFER: I'm glad. I know you've been under a lot of pressure, between all your work on the Spectator and your efforts to get "Midsummer" off the ground.

JACK: That may be so, but my stress hasn't been any greater than yours. I know how difficult it's been for you, with Carly's death, the cancellation of your show, taking care of everyone's kids...

JENNIFER: But you were there for me, through it all. I don't think I would have made it without you.

JACK: Well, that's something you never need worry about. (BEAT) In fact...

JACK SITS UP. HE TAKES THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE AND INSERTS THE CORKSCREW.

JENNIFER: Okay, Groucho, what is it?

JACK: Cute.

JACK POPS THE CORK OUT OF THE BOTTLE AND POURS TWO GLASSES FULL. HE HANDS ONE TO JENNIFER.

JENNIFER: Agreed. Our relationship, and our family, will always come first.

THEY CLINK GLASSES AND DRINK TO THEIR AGREEMENT.

JACK: Your's and the child's. Right along with all my other vitally important appointments.

JENNIFER: Well, you'll probably be seeing a lot of me, since I'm currently unemployed...

JACK: Don't worry about it. I'm perfectly capable of providing for all of us. You and the child won't want for anything.

JENNIFER: I know. But that isn't really important. You could be penniless, and I wouldn't care. As long as I have your love and support, I have everything I need. (SHE SETS HER CHAMPAGNE GLASS ON THE TABLE)

JACK: You know you have my love and support. I just want to give you and the child the best of everything. And I mean everything. You may think it's unnecessary, but I want to give it to you.

JENNIFER: I know, and I love you for it. And if it makes you happy, then it makes me happy. (BEAT) All I really need is for you to hold me and comfort me like you did the other night...

JACK: (SETTING HIS GLASS ON THE TABLE) Ah, yes, the other night. I still can't believe you stormed the Castle Alamain like that...

JENNIFER: Okay, it wasn't one of my most carefully thought-out moves. I was just so angry. I didn't really think about what I was doing until Lawrence was standing over me...

JENNIFER SHUDDERS AT THE MEMORY OF HER CONFRONTATION WITH LAWRENCE. JACK PULLS HER CLOSE, GENTLY STROKING HER HAIR.

JENNIFER: Thank you. (BEAT) I feel so safe in your arms.

JACK: You are.

JENNIFER: I love you, Jack Deveraux.

JENNIFER TILTS HER HEAD AND KISSES JACK. HE RECIPROCATES, AND THEY SHARE A LONG, PASSIONATE KISS.

JENNIFER: For being there for me. For being my best friend.

JACK: Always...

JACK AND JENNIFER HUG.

JACK: Oh?

THEY SEPARATE AND JENNIFER STANDS UP.

JACK: (GRINNING SLIGHTLY) It will be my pleasure...

HOLD ON JACK'S GRIN.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM. VIVIAN IS IN THE SOLARIUM TENDING HER ORCHIDS WHEN IVAN WALKS INTO THE LIVING ROOM. NOT SEEING VIVIAN, HE WALKS AROUND CAUTIOUSLY FOR A MOMENT.

VIVIAN: (ENTERING FROM THE SOLARIUM) Ivan? What is it?

IVAN: Ah, there you are. I did not see you at first.

VIVIAN: Obviously. What is it?

IVAN: I was wondering about your conversation with Nicholas.

VIVIAN: Ah. It went well. (BEAT) I think.

IVAN: Madame?

VIVIAN: (SLOWLY) Nikki is very intelligent. And he behaved... strangely.

IVAN: How?

VIVIAN: He seemed... suspicious. As if he might know, or at least suspect, something.

IVAN: But how is that possible?

VIVIAN: I don't know. Perhaps I'm worrying about nothing. There's no way he could know anything.

IVAN: As you say, Madame...

VIVIAN: Where is Nikki, by the way?

IVAN: He had Chauffeur take him to the library.

VIVIAN: What for?

IVAN: He said he had to do a book report.

VIVIAN: Hmmm... It's terribly early in the school year for a book report, don't you think?

IVAN: Nicholas is a dedicated student. And perhaps he just wished to get out of the house for an afternoon.

VIVIAN: True. Let's just hope that's all it is. If he suspects, and Lawrence finds out...

HOLD ON VIVIAN'S CONCERN.

CUT TO: SALEM PUBLIC LIBRARY. MARIAN, A LIBRARIAN AT THE REFERENCE DESK, IS HANGING UP THE PHONE AS NICHOLAS WALKS UP.

MARIAN: Hello...

NICHOLAS: I need some help finding something.

MARIAN: Well, that's what I'm here for. What do you need?

NICHOLAS: I'm looking for information on a person.

MARIAN: What kind of person?

NICHOLAS: He's important.

MARIAN: Is the person living or dead?

NICHOLAS: He's alive. He lives here in Salem.

MARIAN: What's his name?

NICHOLAS: Lawrence Alamain.

MARIAN: Okay. What do you need to know about Lawrence Alamain?

NICHOLAS: Everything.

HOLD ON NICHOLAS' DETERMINED EXPRESSION. AND OUT.

JACK AND JENNIFER'S PATIO. JACK AND JENNIFER ARE NOW DRESSED CASUALLY IN T-SHIRTS AND SWEATS PANTS. JACK IS WATCHING WITH BEMUSEMENT AS JENNIFER ADDS SOIL TO A POT CONTAINING THE JADE PLANT. SHE PUTS THE SMALL SHOVEL DOWN AND BRUSHES OFF HER HANDS.

JACK: (LAUGHING) When you asked if I wanted to watch you do something, I hadn't anticipated seeing you up to your elbows in potting soil!

JENNIFER PUTS THE BAG OF POTTING SOIL ON THE FLOOR AND ADDS A SMALL AMOUNT OF WATER TO THE BASE OF THE JADE.

JENNIFER: Actually, no. I read that succulents, which is what the jade plant is, don't need a great deal of water... like most tropical plants. Too much water can kill it.

JACK: (SMILING) Quite the gardener, aren't we?

JENNIFER: I know you think that the attention I give to this plant is silly, but I don't care.

JENNIFER PLACES THE PLANT ON A LARGE PLANT STAND.

JACK WALKS UP TO JENNIFER AND TAKES HER HAND IN HIS.

JACK KISSES THE PALM OF JENNIFER'S HAND, THEN WALKS OVER TO THE JADE PLANT AND ADMIRES IT.

JENNIFER: No, the third.

JACK: (IMPRESSED) My, my. If it gets any bigger, we may need to move into a larger house just to make room for it!

JENNIFER: (LAUGHING) Well, at least it isn't talking, and asking me to feed it!

JACK AND JENNIFER BURST INTO LAUGHTER. JACK PULLS JENNIFER INTO A TIGHT EMBRACE. HOLD ON THE TWO.

CUT TO: KAYLA'S LIVING ROOM. KAYLA IS RUNNING THE VACUUM. HER HAIR IS A MESS, AND SHE IS COVERED WITH DUST, BUT SHE IS SMILING. THE DOORBELL RINGS, BUT SHE DOESN'T HEAR IT OVER THE VACUUM. IT RINGS AGAIN AND THIS TIME SHE HEARS IT. SHE TURNS OFF THE VACUUM, GOES TO THE DOOR AND OPENS IT TO MARCUS, WHO IS CARRYING A BAG.

MARCUS: (LAUGHING) Too bad this isn't cleaning stuff.

KAYLA: What is it?

MARCUS: It's corned-beef on rye... Brady's best... and it looks like you could really use a break.

KAYLA REALIZES WHAT SHE MUST LOOK LIKE AND RUNS HER FINGERS THROUGH HER HAIR.

MARCUS: I think you look pretty cute with your hair all mussed up and dust all over your face.

KAYLA: Thanks Marcus.... as to the corned beef... it sounds wonderful, but only if you brought some ale to wash it down.

MARCUS PULLS OUT 2 WATNEY'S RED ALES FROM THE BAG.

MARCUS: Nope, you've used up your quota of surprises for the day.

KAYLA: Bummer... well what do you say we sit down and eat?

MARCUS: Sounds like a plan, my friend.

HOLD ON MARCUS OPENING UP THE ALE'S.

CUT TO: ABE'S OFFICE. ABE IS ON THE PHONE, ONE WAY.

ABE HANGS UP THE PHONE. LEXIE ENTERS.

ABE: No, it was John.

LEXIE: Oh! How is he doing?

ABE: He's doing all right. He said he's making quite a bit of progress. He's remembering a lot of things about Carly.

LEXIE: So Carly is definitely connected to his past.

ABE: Uh-huh. He said that he's discovered some pretty shocking things about her.

LEXIE: Like what?

ABE: He didn't elaborate. He said he wanted to hold off on the details until he could see us face-to-face.

LEXIE: Hmmm. Sounds serious.

ABE: Yeah, but he's pretty optimistic. He went there to find his past, and he's doing it, piece by piece.

LEXIE: Did he say when he's coming back?

ABE: He said he isn't sure when he'll be back. He needs to talk to Danielle Stevens before he leaves Europe.

LEXIE: So they found her?

ABE: Yeah. Apparently, she's in police custody in Belgium, and there are some delays with her extradition to Geneva. That's why John's still there.

LEXIE: (SIGHS) I wish there was more that we could do to help.

ABE: Maybe there is.

LEXIE: What is it?

ABE: Shane heard that Interpol was sending someone to Salem with their files on Carly. Apparently, the Salem P.D. has called on Interpol for help with the Manning murder investigation.

LEXIE: Hmmm. Maybe you and I could make a few phone calls, talk to some old buddies down at the cop shop...

ABE: And maybe get a line on what Yamada has found out from Interpol about Carly.

LEXIE: Exactly. Maybe she's found some information that could help John.

ABE: I like the way you think, Mrs. Carver.

LEXIE: Why, thank you, Mr. Carver. Let's get to it.

ABE: (SMILING) Yes, ma'am.

LEXIE EXITS. ABE PICKS UP THE PHONE AS HE WATCHES HER LEAVE. OUT ON ABE.

JACK AND JENNIFER'S PATIO. JACK AND JENNIFER ARE SITTING COMFORTABLY IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS, WATCHING THE SUNSET FROM AN OLD FASHIONED PORCH SWING. JENNIFER LOOKS UP AT JACK AND KISSES HIM PASSIONATELY. AFTER THEY BREAK THEIR KISS, JACK SMILES AT JENNIFER.

JENNIFER: Just, that it's been such a perfect day... and I love you.

JACK: Any excuse for a kiss.

JACK LEANS OVER AND KISSES JENNIFER SWEETLY ON THE LIPS.

JENNIFER: Well, thank you for being here for me... now and always.

JACK: Always...

THEY RELAX IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS.

JACK: Yes, the colors of the sky are absolutely stunning.

HE LOOKS AT JENNIFER.

JENNIFER: (SURPRISED) Was that a compliment, Mr. Deveraux?

JACK: (SLIGHTLY CHAGRINNED) I think it was, Mrs. Deveraux...

JACK KISSES HER GENTLY ON THE FOREHEAD. JENNIFER SITS UP AND TOUCHES JACK'S CHEEK.

JACK: Why don't I go pick up the child?

JACK STARTS TO STAND UP, BUT JENNIFER SOFTLY PUSHES HIM BACK DOWN.

JENNIFER STANDS UP, WHILE JACK LAYS DOWN ON THE SWING AND PUTS HIS ARMS BEHIND HIS HEAD.

JACK YAWNS AND STRETCHES OUT HIS ARMS.

JENNIFER: (LAUGHING) Well, get used to it! (SHE BENDS OVER AND KISSES HIM) When I get home, the three of us can spend a nice evening together. Sarright?

JACK: Sarright.

JENNIFER GIVES JACK ANOTHER KISS, THEN STRAIGHTENS AND GOES INTO THE HOUSE. HOLD ON JACK'S RELAXED EXPRESSION AS HE HEARS THE SOUNDS OF THE FRONT DOOR SLAM AND THEN JENNIFER'S CAR STARTING AND PULLING AWAY.

CUT TO: ABE'S OFFICE. ABE IS ON THE PHONE, ONE WAY.

ABE HANGS UP THE PHONE AND LOOKS AT IT IN DISGUST. HE STARTS TO PICK IT UP AGAIN, THEN STOPS IN MID-MOTION

ABE GETS UP FROM HIS DESK AND STRETCHES. HE NOTICES THE NERF BASKETBALL LYING ON THE FLOOR BY HIS CHAIR, AND ABSENTLY TOSSES IT AT THE HOOP, MOUNTED FAIRLY HIGH ON THE WALL. HE MISSES, AND GRIMACES IN DISGUST AS HE MAKES A MORE CONCERTED EFFORT TO MAKE THE BASKET. HE DOES, AND SHOOTS A FEW MORE. HE'S HOLDING THE BALL FOR ANOTHER SHOT WHEN LEXIE ENTERS.

ABE: (STARTLES) Lexie... how long have you been there? And how did you know it didn't go well?

LEXIE: Long enough to see you get the last three baskets.

ABE: Yep, that's me, the Barkley of the Nerf Set...

LEXIE: And as for knowing how it went, I've known you long enough to know that when things aren't going your way, you immediately head for the nearest form of basket-ball in sight! Why else do you think I bought you that set as an office-warming gift?

ABE: And that's why I love you so much... your infallible knowledge of me... Yep, Yamada's got the PD closed up so tight that light barely leaks out. Even Morgan couldn't give me anything...

LEXIE: Morgan shut you out?

ABE: He didn't want to, but, hey, it's his job on the line, and apparently Yamada has no sense of humor regarding "leaks" in her organization.

LEXIE: Hmmmm... Morgan couldn't tell you anything "official"?

ABE: Not a thing.

LEXIE: Then what about trying an "unofficial" tack?

ABE: Such as?

LEXIE: You know, Abe, it's about time we volunteer to do some work at the Community Center...

ABE: It's a good cause...

LEXIE: Yeah, it is. And while we work, you know we'll end up chatting with Candis and Morgan...

ABE: And who's to say we can't guide the conversation a little...

LEXIE: Exactly... after all, Yamada can't get upset at her people chatting about their day at work...

ABE: Lexie, you're a sneak... And I that's one of the other reasons I love you so much...

ABE TAKES LEXIE IN HIS ARMS, AS HE DOES, SHE REACHES BEHIND HER AND GRABS THE NERF BASKETBALL FROM HIS HANDS. SHE TOSSES IT OVER HER SHOULDER AND WE SEE THE BALL SLIPPING NEATLY THROUGH THE HOOP.

CUT TO: KAYLA'S LIVING ROOM. KAYLA AND MARCUS ARE SITTING ON THE SOFA, FINISHING OFF THEIR ALES. THEIR EMPTY PLATES ARE ON THE CUSHION BETWEEN THEM.

MARCUS: It was my pleasure. (MIMICKING AN IRISH ACCENT) I'm always happy to share a bit o' corned beef an' ale with a bonnie lass.

KAYLA: (ROLLING HER EYES) Oh no, it's Marcus O'Hunter.

MARCUS: Aye, lass.

KAYLA: Well, laddie, now that the eatin' and drinkin's been done, it's time to get to work. And you're just the person to help.

MARCUS: (TEASINGLY) That's a fine way to say "thank you." I feed you, and what do I get for my efforts?

KAYLA: (SMILING) A mop?

MARCUS: Oh, great. Am I going to have my ankle chained to the kitchen floor, or am I free to move around?

KAYLA: No chain... for now. But, if you misbehave...

MARCUS: You're so kind.

KAYLA: Hey, it could have been worse. I could have given you the plunger instead.

MARCUS: Oooh, the dreaded plunger... a fate worse than death. (BEAT) I guess the mop isn't so bad, after all.

KAYLA: Good. Let's get started. I'll get the dishes here...

MARCUS: (STANDING AND COLLECTING THE PLATES AND BOTTLES) No, allow me. (GRUDGINGLY) Since I'm headed in that direction anyway...

KAYLA: Why, thank you, sir.

MARCUS: Don't mention it.

MARCUS TURNS TO EXIT WITH THE PLATES AND BOTTLES.

MARCUS: What?

KAYLA GETS THE MOP OUT OF A BOX AND HOLDS IT TOWARDS HIM.

MARCUS: (SMILING) Let me unload these dishes first. I'll come back.

MARCUS EXITS TO THE KITCHEN. THERE IS A CLANKING SOUND AS HE SETS THE DISHES DOWN. HE REAPPEARS TO GET THE MOP.

MARCUS: (SARCASTICALLY) Thank you ever so much, ma'am.

MARCUS EXITS TO THE KITCHEN. KAYLA SITS DOWN ON THE SOFA. MARCUS' VOICE CAN BE HEARD COMING FROM THE KITCHEN. HE IS SINGING "RESPECT," OFF-KEY. KAYLA LAUGHS.

MARCUS' VOICE CRACKS AS HE TRIES TO HIT A HIGH NOTE. KAYLA SMILES. OUT ON KAYLA'S SMILE.

SALEM PUBLIC LIBRARY. NICHOLAS IS SITTING AT A TABLE, SURROUNDED BY NEWSPAPERS AND MAGAZINES. WE SEE THEY'RE ALL OPENED TO VARIOUS ARTICLES AND FEATURES ABOUT LAWRENCE ALAMAIN. SOME ARE OBVIOUSLY GENERAL BIOGRAPHICAL ARTICLES, BUT OTHERS BLAZE WITH HEADLINES LIKE "LAWRENCE ALAMAIN DEFENDS AGAINST RAPE CHARGES." "ALAMAIN IMPLICATED IN GENCON SCANDAL." NICHOLAS IS READING AN ARTICLE ABOUT LAWRENCE'S RAPE TRIAL, INTENT, BUT OBVIOUSLY SHAKEN. MARIAN APPROACHES HIM.

NICHOLAS IS OBLIVIOUS TO HER PRESENCE, SO SHE REPEATS HER QUESTION. NICHOLAS JUMPS, STARTLED.

NICHOLAS: Yes, ma'am, I think I have everything...

MARIAN: Well good. If you need any more help, I'll be at the front desk.

NICHOLAS: (ABSENTLY) Thank you...

MARIAN LOOKS AT NICHOLAS WITH SOME CONCERN, THEN GOES BACK TO THE FRONT DESK. NICHOLAS CONTINUES READING, BUT WE SEE HIS HANDS ARE TIGHTENING ON THE NEWSPAPER PAGE, AND HIS BREATHING BECOMES LOUDER. HE RAISES HIS HEAD, AND TEARS ARE STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE.

HOLD ON NICHOLAS' PAIN.

CUT TO: KAYLA'S LIVING ROOM. THE ROOM IS CLEAN NOW. SOME OF THE FURNITURE HAS BEEN REARRANGED. THE COUCH IS FACING THE FIREPLACE, A TABLE AND ARMCHAIR ARE OVER BY THE FRENCH DOORS. NEW CURTAINS ARE AT THE WINDOWS. KAYLA SITS ON THE FLOOR SURROUNDED BY BOXES. SHE REACHES INTO AN OPEN ONE AND PULLS OUT A PORCELAIN VASE WRAPPED IN BUBBLE PAPER, A STORY BOOK OF STEPHANIE'S AND A SMALL QUILTED WALL HANGING. SHE PLACES THEM ON THE FLOOR NEXT TO HER. NEXT SHE PULLS OUT A LARGE PHOTO ALBUM. SHE PAUSES, RUNNING HER HAND OVER THE COVER. SHE STANDS AND WALKS OVER TO THE COUCH. SITTING DOWN, KAYLA OPENS THE ALBUM AND BEGINS TO LOOK AT THE PHOTOS. DAVID CROSBY'S "HERO" BEGINS TO PLAY AND WE FADE INTO A MONTAGE: STEVE STANDING AT KAYLA'S DOOR, HIS ARMS FULL OF YELLOW ROSES; KAYLA AND STEVE DANCING ON THE ROOF; STEVE SHOWING KAYLA HE IS WEARING HER ENGAGEMENT RING ON A CHAIN AROUND HIS NECK; THEIR WEDDING WITH MARCUS AS BEST MAN; MARCUS AND STEVE PLAYING THE BLUES AS KAYLA WATCHES; STEVE HOLDING A NEWBORN STEPHANIE AS THE WHOLE FAMILY, INCLUDING MARCUS, LOOKS ON; KAYLA AND MARCUS, DRESSED AS ELVES, HELPING "PATCHIE CLAUS" HAND OUT GIFTS TO THE RIVERFRONT KIDS; MARCUS AND KAYLA ON THE ROOF AFTER STEVE'S DEATH; MARCUS, KAYLA AND STEPHANIE ON THE BEACH IN L.A. FADE OUT OF MONTAGE TO MARCUS STANDING AT THE KITCHEN DOOR LOOKING AT KAYLA. HOLD ON MARCUS AS THE MUSIC FADES.

CUT TO: JACK AND JENNIFER'S LIVING ROOM. JACK IS PACING AROUND THE ROOM AND LOOKING AT HIS WATCH.

HE STOPS PACING.

HE SITS DOWN AND BEGINS READING. AFTER A MOMENT, HE SLAMS THE BOOK SHUT, GETS UP AND LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW, THEN AT THE MANTELPIECE CLOCK.

JACK STARTS PACING AGAIN AND CONTINUES TALKING TO HIMSELF.

HE SITS DOWN ON THE COUCH.

JACK GETS UP AND WALKS TOWARDS THE PHONE. BEFORE HE CAN LIFT THE RECEIVER, THE PHONE RINGS. HE ANSWERS IT, TWO-WAY.

SAMANTHA: (PROFESSIONAL SOUNDING) Hello. May I please speak with Mr. Jack Deveraux?

JACK: Speaking.

SAMANTHA: Mr. Deveraux... This is Samantha West from Salem General. Could you please come to the Emergency Room right away?

JACK: (BEGINNING TO PANIC) Salem General? Why?

SAMANTHA: Your wife, Jennifer Deveraux, is here.

JACK: What!?!?! What happened?!?

SAMANTHA: I'm sorry, Mr. Deveraux, but we can't release that kind of information over the phone.

JACK: Why not!?!! She's my wife, dammit!!!! I demand to know how she is!!!

SAMANTHA: I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Deveraux. Please...

JACK SLAMS DOWN THE RECEIVER, CUTTING OFF SAMANTHA. HE GRABS HIS KEYS.

JACK RACES OUT THE DOOR. AND OUT. FADE TO BLACK.