SALEM COURTHOUSE. CARRIE IS PACING THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE COURTROOM. SHE IS WEARING A CONSERVATIVE DARK BLUE DRESS, AND IS TRYING HARD NOT TO WRING HER HANDS AS ABE AND LEXIE ARRIVE.

CARRIE: Okay, I guess. Just... nervous.

LEXIE: Don't worry about it, honey. Everyone is, their first time out. I remember I was paralyzed with fear. I could barely talk above a whisper and I kept stuttering. It was horrible.

CARRIE: I'm trying to keep calm. It can't be any worse than in my public speaking class last semester.

ABE: Good way to look at it. Don't let it get to you. And don't let Gus get to you.

THEY ALL LOOK UP AS SPENCER COMES JOGGING INTO THE HALLWAY, BRIEFCASE IN HAND.

CARRIE: We're working on it.

SPENCER: Well, I'd tell you that old hat about imagining everyone in the courtroom naked, but the last person I told to do that got the giggles on the stand.

CARRIE: (SMILES A LITTLE) I don't think you have to worry about that.

THERE IS A DISTURBANCE AT THE END OF THE HALLWAY AS A BAILIFF LEADS GUS DOWN THE HALL TOWARD THE COURTROOM.

AS THE BAILIFF LEADS HIM PAST, GUS TURNS AND GLARES AT CARRIE.

SPENCER: Mr. Bartoli, it would be best if you didn't say another word to Ms. Brady.

GUS TURNS AWAY AND CONTINUES WALKING. CARRIE LOOKS AT HIS BACK AND SQUARES HER SHOULDERS.

HOLD ON CARRIE.

CUT TO: MAGGIE AND MICKEY'S KITCHEN. MAGGIE IS SITTING AT THE TABLE, SURROUNDED BY BILLS. SHE ADMIRES THE BEAUTIFUL EMERALD BRACELET ON HER WRIST. SMILING, SHE REACHES FOR THE PHONE TO CALL MICKEY. TWO WAY.

MICKEY: Hello, gorgeous...

MAGGIE: I was taking a break from the bills, and admiring my beautiful anniversary present. I wanted to call and thank you again...

MICKEY: When I saw it, I knew there was only one wrist in Salem beautiful enough for it....

MAGGIE: I do love it. And I love you for being so romantic... I had no idea what to expect when you asked me to close my eyes and hold out my wrist...

MICKEY: The bracelet is magical, Maggie-m'love, did I tell you? It binds you to me forever...

MAGGIE: Oh my! Well, I think I can cope with that, darling. Perhaps tonight I can show you what a talented love-slave I can be...

MICKEY: It may be sooner than tonight, if you keep talking that way...

WE HEAR THE SOUND OF THE DOORBELL.

MAGGIE SETS THE PHONE DOWN AND GETS UP TO GET THE DOOR. IT'S A FLORAL DELIVERY PERSON, WHO HANDS HER A GORGEOUS BOUQUET OF SPRING FLOWERS. AFTER TIPPING THE DELIVERY PERSON AND CLOSING THE DOOR, SHE RETURNS AND PICKS UP THE PHONE AGAIN.

MICKEY: Shouldn't have what? Threatened to come home early?

MAGGIE: Of course not. Shouldn't have sent the flowers. I'll end up completely spoiled.

MICKEY: Flowers? I didn't send flowers... but I probably should have, if it'd spoil you...

MAGGIE: Wait.... (SHE OPENS THE CARD AND READS IT ALOUD TO MICKEY) "To Mom and Dad, Happy Valentine's Day, love Melissa and Sarah..." Oh how sweet!

HOLD ON MAGGIE'S HAPPY SMILE.

CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. MORGAN AND JANET ARE SITTING ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER, LISTENING INTENTLY TO THE TAPE ANDY MITCHELL HAS TURNED OVER.

LAWRENCE: (V.O.) Yes. And be sure that my involvement can't be traced in any way.

JANET REACHES OVER AND CLICKS OFF THE TAPE RECORDER.

MORGAN: To say the least...

JANET: What do you think is our best plan of action? It's pretty clear that we can arrest Mr. Alamain on burglary charges.

MORGAN: Do you think it's worth it? With his lawyers, he'll be out on bail in a few hours.

JANET: Is Spencer going to cut Andy Mitchell a deal?

MORGAN: It's pretty definite that Mitchell will walk. Spencer is trying to get more information from him on Alamain's doings. Apparently, this isn't the first time they've worked together.

JANET: So it's possible that if we hold off on this for the moment we can tie it to something bigger.

MORGAN: Something Lawrence and his high society lawyers won't be able to wriggle out of...

OUT ON MORGAN.

SPECTATOR OFFICES. VERN IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, INTENT ON THE SCREEN OF HIS P.C. JO COMES AROUND THE CORNER AND WALKS UP TO HIS DESK.

VERN: Jo! This is a pleasant surprise, what are you doing here?

JO: I came by to help Jennifer and Maggie get the Daycare Center in order. I couldn't leave without coming to say hello.

VERN OPENS THE TOP DRAWER OF HIS DESK AND TAKES OUT AN ENVELOPE AND HANDS IT TO JO.

JO OPENS THE ENVELOPE AND TAKES OUT A VALENTINE'S DAY CARD. VERN LOOKS BOTH ANXIOUS AND EMBARRASSED WHILE SHE READS IT.

VERN: I had a good time with you, Jo. I haven't had as much fun in... in I don't remember when.

JO: Me, too. But I'm not sure about the hand in hand part. I could barely make it down the bunny slope!

VERN: You didn't do too badly. You had that snowplow maneuver down pretty good.

JO: That's true. I didn't take out three six-year olds at the bottom of the hill.

VERN: I wasn't looking for anyone that short!

THE TWO ARE LAUGHING WHEN JACK AND JENNIFER COME AROUND THE CORNER.

JO AND VERN EXCHANGE NERVOUS GLANCES. HOLD ON THEIR APPREHENSION.

CUT TO: THE SALEM COURTHOUSE. GUS BARTOLI SITS IN THE WITNESS STAND. SPENCER SITS NEXT TO CARRIE. IN PROGRESS.

GUS: I was visiting my sister, Cecilia. She was in the hospital to have her appendix out.

SPENCER STANDS AND APPROACHES GUS.

GUS: I guess I stayed a little late...

GUS GRINS AT THE JUDGE, WHO IS NOT AMUSED. GUS' ATTORNEY, MARTIN DYER, FLIPS THROUGH HIS NOTES.

GUS: No, I did not.

SPENCER: Did you have a vendetta against Austin Reed?

GUS: The kid didn't want to do business anymore. I wasn't happy about it, but I wouldn't call it a vendetta.

SPENCER: Do you know the damage caused to Carrie Brady by the attack?

GUS: Only what I read in the papers. It's the sort of thing that wouldn't happen if she had a better class of friends.

CARRIE, WHO IS SITTING AT THE PROSECUTOR'S TABLE, CRINGES.

JUDGE: Mr. Dyer?

MARTIN: Mr. Bartoli, did you attack Carrie Brady?

GUS: No, I did not.

MARTIN: No further questions, your honor.

JUDGE: You may step down, Mr. Bartoli.

GUS STEPS DOWN FROM THE WITNESS STAND, AND GOES TO THE DEFENSE TABLE.

SPENCER: The people call Carrie Brady, your honor.

HOLD ON CARRIE.

CUT TO: SALEM CEMETERY, CARLY MANNING'S GRAVE. WE HEAR THE SOUND OF A MOTORCYCLE, AS A LONE RIDER APPROACHES ON THE ROAD. THE BIKE STOPS, THE RIDER DISMOUNTS AND DOFFS HIS HELMET. IT'S BO. HE OPENS HIS JACKET, REMOVES A SINGLE WHITE ROSE AND WALKS UP TO CARLY'S GRAVE. HE KNEELS BY THE HEADSTONE.

BO ZIPS UP HIS JACKET.

BO RISES, BRUSHING HIS FINGERS ALONG THE HEADSTONE.

BO STANDS, TEARS FALLING QUIETLY DOWN HIS FACE. OUT ON BO.

JANET'S OFFICE. MORGAN AND JANET ARE SITTING AT JANET'S DESK. EACH HAS A LARGE FILE OPENED IN FRONT OF THEM.

MORGAN: (SCANNING THE FILE) We have one possible witness without a memory of that night. We have a bullet, but no solid ballistics evidence. We have no murder weapon. And now we have a victim with a questionable past.

JANET: Can we connect any of that with Alamain?

MORGAN OPENS ANOTHER FILE.

JANET: None of which is strong enough to charge him with murder. Damn, this is frustrating!

MORGAN: We keep getting leads, but they never go anywhere.

JANET: And we keep hitting that same brick wall. (BEAT) I wish just once we'd get something solid...

MORGAN: As far as we know, this burglary has nothing to do with the murder.

JANET: True, but if we start small, we might uncover something much larger.

MORGAN: What are you getting at, boss?

JANET: We've got enough to arrest Alamain on burglary charges, right?

MORGAN: Uh-huh.

JANET: Let's arrest him for burglary. Then we see how well Mr. Alamain deals with pressure.

MORGAN: I like the way you think. If we scare him enough, he just might talk.

JANET: (STANDING) Shall we?

MORGAN STANDS AND FOLLOWS JANET TO THE OFFICE DOOR.

JANET AND MORGAN WALK OUT THE DOOR.

CUT TO: SPECTATOR OFFICES. JO, VERN, JACK, AND JENNIFER. IN PROGRESS.

JO AND VERN BECOME TENSE WHEN JENNIFER MENTIONS THE WEEKEND.

VERN: Well, not too much fun...

JACK IS INTRIGUED BY JO AND VERN'S NERVOUSNESS.

VERN: Yes... (LOOKING AT JACK) The skiing was great! We spent a lot of time on the slopes.

JO: Of course, I spent about as much time on my posterior as I did on my skis.

JO AND VERN LAUGH. JENNIFER CHUCKLES. JACK SMILES SLIGHTLY.

JACK: Yes, it sounds like your weekend getaway was a huge success.

JO: (SUSPICIOUSLY) What do you mean?

JACK: Well, neither of you came back in a full body cast, so I assume that you were able to enjoy your skiing without any serious injury.

VERN: (SMILING) That we did.

JENNIFER: I think a weekend on the slopes sounds wonderful. If I could get my husband away from the office for a couple of days...

JACK: Jennifer... (PUTTING HIS HAND TO HIS CHEST) You wound me. What about our overnight stay at that quaint little bed and breakfast?

JENNIFER: Yes, Jack I remember... But, that was months ago.

JACK: It wasn't that long ago...

JENNIFER: Jack, come on! It was way before the accident. It's been a long time. Admit it!

JACK: Ahem, well, yes... All right, it's been quite some time. (TO JO AND VERN) Perhaps you two should spend a weekend up there sometime. It's an old-fashioned inn... out in the country, lots of fresh air, a nice lake. (BEAT) A modern-day Walden Pond, if you will.

JENNIFER: (SURPRISED) Yeah... (TO JO AND VERN) It's very romantic. And the food is absolutely wonderful.

JACK: Yes, wonderful.

JO AND VERN, COMPLETELY SURPRISED BY JACK'S SUGGESTION, STRUGGLE TO SPEAK.

VERN: Um... Yes. Yes, it does.

JACK: (SMILING) Good. You two would love it, trust me. Vern, remind me to give you the phone number. It's best if you make a reservation a couple of weeks in advance.

VERN: What? I mean... Okay...

JACK: Right now, however, my lovely wife and I need to discuss some details about the Daycare Center. Will you excuse us?

JO: Sure.

JENNIFER: See you later, Vern. 'Bye, Jo.

VERN: 'Bye.

JO: Good-bye, Jennifer.

JACK AND JENNIFER ENTER JACK'S OFFICE AND CLOSE THE DOOR. JO AND VERN STARE AFTER THEM.

VERN: Was that really your son, or was it one of those "body snatchers"? And what does he have planned?

JO: I don't know. I honestly don't know.

HOLD ON JO AND VERN'S AMAZEMENT.

CUT TO: SALEM COURTHOUSE. GUS BARTOLI'S ATTORNEY, MARTIN DYER, IS CROSS-EXAMINING CARRIE. IN PROGRESS.

CARRIE: Absolutely.

MARTIN: I see. And is there anyone who can corroborate your story?

CARRIE: (DEFENSIVELY) It's not a story, it's the truth.

MARTIN: Again, Ms. Brady, is there anyone else who saw what happened?

CARRIE: Yes, one person... Austin Reed.

MARTIN: Is Mr. Reed here?

CARRIE: No. (BEAT) He's dead.

MARTIN: Ah... how convenient.

SPENCER: Objection.

JUDGE: Sustained. Mr. Dyer...

MARTIN WALKS BACK TO THE DEFENSE TABLE AND LEAFS THROUGH HIS NOTES.

CARRIE: That's right.

MARTIN: And still, you were able to clearly see that Mr. Bartoli was the one who attacked you?

CARRIE: Yes...

SPENCER: Objection, your honor! Asked and answered!

JUDGE: Sustained.

MARTIN PAUSES, DEEP IN THOUGHT.

CARRIE: That's right.

MARTIN: Had you been drinking?

CARRIE: No, I hadn't. I was under age.

MARTIN: Not even a congratulatory glass of champagne? You did win the contest, after all...

CARRIE: No! (BEAT) I didn't have anything to drink.

MARTIN: You were quite excited.

CARRIE: Yeah, I guess so.

MARTIN: You guess so? The "Face of the Nineties" contest was a pretty big deal, wasn't it?

CARRIE: Yes. I was happy I won.

MARTIN: Do you remember the first thing you said after they announced you had won?

CARRIE: I... No, I guess I don't.

MARTIN: You... got caught up in all the excitement, right?

CARRIE: I was surprised.

MARTIN: So, you don't remember what happened right after they announced you had won. (BEAT) Is it possible that your memory is a little fuzzy about what happened when you and Austin Reed went outside?

CARRIE: No...

SPENCER: (STANDING UP) Your honor, I must object to this! How many different ways is counsel going to ask the witness, "Are you sure you saw Gus Bartoli?" She has answered that question.

JUDGE: Sustained. Mr. Dyer, please move on or conclude your cross-examination.

MARTIN: Yes, your honor. (BEAT) Ms. Brady, you are the daughter of Roman Brady, correct?

CARRIE: Yes.

MARTIN: Roman Brady, formerly Captain Roman Brady of the Salem Police Department.

CARRIE: That's right.

MARTIN: Did your father ever talk to you about testifying against Mr. Bartoli?

CARRIE: Well, of course he did. He's my dad...

MARTIN: And did he persuade you to testify?

CARRIE: No, he said it was my decision...

MARTIN: Is it possible, Ms. Brady, that you and your father engineered your testimony against my client to convict him of assault, since the Salem P.D. was unable to make racketeering charges against Mr. Bartoli stick?

SPENCER: (STANDING UP) Objection!

CARRIE: (NOW VISIBLY UPSET) No!! That's a lie!

THERE IS A GENERAL COMMOTION IN THE COURTROOM. THE JUDGE BANGS HIS GAVEL.

THE ROOM QUIETS.

MARTIN: Your honor, I was only...

CARRIE: (CALMER NOW) I'll answer the question.

JUDGE: Are you sure, Ms. Brady?

CARRIE: Yes.

JUDGE: Very well. Objection overruled. Would you like the question repeated, Ms. Brady?

CARRIE: No, that's all right. (BEAT) My father in no way influenced my decision to testify. He only encouraged me to do what I felt was right.

MARTIN: No further questions, your honor.

JUDGE: You may step down, Ms. Brady.

CARRIE LOOKS AT SPENCER WITH A TRACE OF A SMILE. SPENCER WINKS AT HER. OUT ON CARRIE.

JULIE'S OFFICE/MIDSUMMER. JULIE IS HARRIEDLY MAKING NOTES ON A RESUMÉ. THROUGH HER OPEN DOOR, WE SEE THE ROOM IS FILLED WITH A WIDE RANGE OF SECRETARIAL CANDIDATES. THE ELEVATOR CHIMES AND THEY TURN IN UNISON TO STARE AT WHOMEVER EMERGES. IT'S DOUG. DOUG JAUNTILY WALKS BY THE ASSEMBLED SECRETARIES AND INTO JULIE'S OFFICE.

JULIE: I'll have you know, that's the cream of the administrative crop out there... (SIGHS) and they're definitely getting to me...

DOUG: Rough going?

JULIE: If I hear one more business-school-graduate-with-an-attitude tell me she will, under no circumstances, get my coffee or pick up my dry-cleaning, I shall begin screaming... And I might not stop...

DOUG: Oh, I think I could stop you... or at least turn your screams of frustration into something entirely different...

JULIE: I think you could at that, darling. But...

JULIE WAVES THE RESUMÉ IN HER HAND AND SHRUGS.

HE CROSSES AROUND HER DESK, BENDS DOWN AND KISSES HER.

DOUG: Not too bad. I'm still worried about Shawn-Douglas...

JULIE: Did you have a chance to talk to Bo?

DOUG: Not recently, no. But I will talk to him about us taking Shawn-Douglas for a day sometime soon.

JULIE: Good. By then I should have a decent assistant...

DOUG: Have you chosen someone?

JULIE: First I have to finish interviewing all the applicants...

DOUG: Or you might have a riot on your hands...

JULIE: But I'm pretty much set on one person. She has a outstanding record and lots of experience. And she seems personable... I think we can work together.

DOUG: That's important, that your personalities mesh. Listen, I can't stay, and I definitely don't want the "natives" getting restless, but I did want to remind you that I'm arranging a special Valentine's gathering at Euterpe tonight.

JULIE: Where else would I be on Valentine's day, but in the arms of my beloved? Has everyone else reported in?

DOUG: We should have a full house. Menu looks good and Ian has arranged some nice dance mixes for the crowd.

JULIE: Good. Because I want to dance every slow dance with my one true love.

DOUG: Every dance?

JULIE: Every one.

DOUG: (EXTENDING HIS ARMS) Shall we?

JULIE: (STANDING) With pleasure...

JULIE WALKS INTO DOUG'S ARMS AND THEY BEGIN TO DANCE AS THE ASSEMBLED SECRETARIES LOOK THROUGH THE DOOR, THEIR MOUTHS AGAPE.

CUT TO: THE SALEM COURTHOUSE. CARRIE HAS FINISHED HER TESTIMONY, AND RETURNED TO SPENCER'S TABLE.

SPENCER: No, your honor.

JUDGE: Mr. Dyer?

MARTIN: The defense would like to admit this affidavit from Cecilia Bartoli, attesting to the fact that my client was with her on the night in question, as Defense Exhibit A.

JUDGE: So noted.

MARTIN HANDS THE AFFIDAVIT OVER TO THE JUDGE, WHO GLANCES AT IT.

SPENCER: Due to the threats that Miss Brady has received, the people request that bail be set at one million dollars.

MARTIN: Your honor, my client has ties to the area, and is not a flight risk. A high bail is unnecessary.

THE JUDGE LOOKS AT CARRIE, THE AT GUS.

AS THE BAILIFF LEADS HIM OUT OF THE COURTROOM, GUS BEGINS SCREAMING AT CARRIE.

JUDGE: Mr. Bartoli, one more outburst like that and we'll find some new charges to press against you. Understand?

THE BAILIFF TAKES GUS OUT OF THE COURTROOM. SPENCER BEGINS TO PACK UP HIS BRIEFCASE.

SPENCER: (CLOSING THE BRIEFCASE) You did well today Carrie, but this was only the first step. There's still the trial. And just because Gus is in jail doesn't mean that you can stop being careful.

ABE, LEXIE, AND JONAH WALK UP TO WHERE SPENCER AND CARRIE ARE STANDING.

JONAH GIVES CARRIE A HUG, THEN PULLS AWAY WHEN LEXIE CLEARS HER THROAT.

ABE: And we want to take you out to celebrate. Grab your coat, and let's go to Alice's Restaurant. Care to join us, Spencer?

SPENCER: Sorry... I've got a meeting back at the office. Call me if you have any problems, Carrie.

CARRIE: Thanks, Mr. Hanlon. (GETTING HER COAT FROM THE BACK OF HER CHAIR) Okay, let's go!

HOLD ON ABE, LEXIE, JONAH AND CARRIE LEAVING THE COURTROOM.

CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, WORKING ON THE COMPUTER. JENNIFER IS SITTING IN THE CHAIR ACROSS FROM JACK, STARING AT HIM. HE LOOKS UP AND STOPS TYPING.

JENNIFER: Why were you acting so weird?

JACK: What do you mean weird? I was typing my editorial.

JENNIFER: No, I mean with Jo and Vern.

JACK: Weird? I thought I was quite cordial.

JENNIFER: That's what I mean. You didn't make one sarcastic remark.

JACK: And that's weird?

JENNIFER: For you, yes, it's weird.

JACK STOPS TYPING AND SAVES HIS WORK ON THE COMPUTER. HE TURNS TO FACE JENNIFER.

JENNIFER: I'm sorry, but I'm not used to seeing you do a turnabout like that. (BEAT) Are you serious about accepting their relationship?

JACK: Um, did I say "accepting"?

JENNIFER: Yes, you did. Don't tell me that was all a ploy?

JACK: No... not really.

JENNIFER: Jack...

JACK STANDS UP, AND WALKS AROUND TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DESK. HE SITS ON THE DESK IN FRONT OF JENNIFER.

JENNIFER: (SMILING) That's really sweet of you.

JACK: (SHUDDERING) Sweet? I hate sweet...

JENNIFER: Nice?

JACK: Dull...

JENNIFER: Thoughtful?

JACK: Okay.

JACK LIGHTLY KISSES JENNIFER.

JENNIFER: But you see how happy Vern makes your mother.

JACK: Maybe...

JENNIFER: I know deep down, you like Vern. Hey, who know's... (TEASING) Maybe some day he might become your step-father.

JACK: (SHIVERING) Perish the thought! Let's take this one step at a time, okay?

JENNIFER: Anything you say, Mr. D...

JENNIFER LAUGHS AND STANDS UP TO HUG JACK. OUT ON JACK'S BEFUDDLEMENT.

EUTERPE. DOUG, JULIE AND ROBERT ARE SEATED AT A TABLE WHEN MICKEY, MAGGIE AND BILL ARRIVE AND JOIN THEM. DAVE STOPS AT THE TABLE AND HOLDS OUT A TRAY OF FLOWERS, EACH ONE DIFFERENT.

MAGGIE: Oh, what a thoroughly lovely idea.

MAGGIE CHOOSES A MINIATURE CALLA LILY AND JULIE PICKS UP A GARDENIA AND HOLDS IT TO HER NOSE. THERE IS A FLURRY OF ACTIVITY AS EVERYONE PINS ON THEIR FLOWERS.

DOUG: If truth be told, I can't claim the credit, much as I'd like to. This was Robert's idea.

ROBERT: Although I'm afraid no flower compares to the beauty of these lovely ladies.

ROBERT KISSES FIRST JULIE'S HAND AND THEN MAGGIE'S.

ROBERT: You are my inspiration, cherie.

MAGGIE BLUSHES. MICKEY PLAYFULLY ELBOWS ROBERT OUT OF THE WAY AND PUTS HIS ARM AROUND MAGGIE.

BILL: Jealous, little brother?

MICKEY: Of course not! I can hold my own in the romance department. Watch. (TO MAGGIE) Your eyes are like two limpid pools.

JULIE AND MAGGIE TRY TO HOLD BACK SMILES, WHILE BILL, DOUG AND ROBERT BURST OUT LAUGHING.

DOUG TAKES JULIE'S HANDS AND HOLDS THEM AGAINST HIS HEART.

JULIE AND MAGGIE EXCHANGE GLANCES AS IF TO SAY "NOT BAD." BILL MAKES A SHOW OF YAWNING.

MICKEY: That was awful!

DOUG: Terrible!

JULIE: I rather liked it.

BILL: See?

ROBERT IS OBVIOUSLY AMUSED. MAGGIE LEANS OVER TO CATCH HIS EAR.

MICKEY PLUNGES ON, NOT HEARING MAGGIE AND ROBERT.

DOUG: Byron already did that. No cheating!

ROBERT: (TO MAGGIE) No, cherie. But it is fun watching them try.

HOLD ON THE GROUP'S HAPPY ANTICS.

CUT TO: ALICE'S RESTAURANT. ABE, LEXIE, JONAH, AND CARRIE ARE SITTING IN A BOOTH. A WAITRESS HAS JUST SERVED THEIR DRINKS. ABE PICKS UP HIS DRINK AND HOLDS IT IN FRONT OF HIM.

LEXIE: To Carrie!

JONAH: To Carrie!

SMILING, CARRIE RAISES HER GLASS, AND EXCHANGES TOASTS WITH EVERYONE.

JONAH: Nah, you looked very solid up there.

CARRIE: Really? I was afraid I'd start perspiring.

LEXIE: You did a fantastic job, and answered every question perfectly.

ABE: Yes, and as proof, Gus Bartoli is going to trial.

CARRIE: I hope that goes as well...

ABE: It will... No doubt about it...

CARRIE: Thanks. With support like that, how can I lose?

JONAH PATS CARRIE ON THE BACK.

CARRIE: Thanks. You know, maybe it's time I started acting confident.

LEXIE: What do you mean?

CARRIE: You all have been very nice for letting me stay with you, but I think maybe it's time I move back into my apartment and stop living in fear.

JONAH: Carrie, you don't have to do that! You're perfectly welcome to stay as long as you like. Right?

JONAH GLANCES AT LEXIE.

ABE: Remember, I promised your father...

CARRIE: ... that you would look after me. Thanks Abe, but I really need to act like an adult and start looking after myself.

JONAH: (ALMOST PLEADING) But, we don't mind.

CARRIE PUTS A HAND OVER JONAH'S.

HOLD ON CARRIE'S CONFIDENCE.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM/FOYER. JANET AND MORGAN ARE STANDING AT THE FRONT DOOR, ACCOMPANIED BY FIVE UNIFORMED OFFICERS. LAWRENCE OPENS THE DOOR.

JANET STEPS INTO THE FOYER, MORGAN STANDS BEHIND HER.

JANET: Mr. Alamain, we have a warrant for your arrest.

LAWRENCE: (SMOOTHLY) My arrest? For what?

JANET: For your involvement in the burglary at Carver & Carver. Officer Bertrand will read you your rights.

LAWRENCE: This is a waste of your time and mine...

JANET: We also have a search warrant for this house, to look for items taken during that burglary.

JANET HOLDS UP THE SEARCH WARRANT FOR LAWRENCE TO SEE.

MORGAN: I don't think so, Mr. Alamain. Bertrand...

BERTRAND: (TO LAWRENCE) You have the right to remain silent...

WE SEE NICHOLAS SITTING AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, JUST OUT OF SIGHT OF EVERYONE IN THE FOYER.

NICHOLAS TURNS AND HEADS FOR THE ATTIC.

LAWRENCE: Of course, I do. (TO JANET) Never mistake me for a fool...

JANET: Morgan, I want you to give the search assignments to the officers. Then you and I will escort Mr. Alamain down to headquarters.

MORGAN: No problem. (MOTIONING TO THE FIVE OFFICERS) You all come with me, and then the search can start.

THE OFFICERS ENTER THE FOYER AND WALK WITH MORGAN INTO THE LIVING ROOM.

LAWRENCE: And I believe that you are mistaken, Captain. It's you who will face a challenge... once my attorney is finished with you.

JANET: Perhaps... perhaps not...

LAWRENCE: And, may I at least speak to a member of my staff before we leave? I would like them to know that they need to watch over my son Nicholas...

AS IF ON CUE, THE COOK ENTERS THE ROOM.

LAWRENCE: It's nothing, Cook. But please inform the rest of the staff to watch... Nicholas until I return. I want nothing changed. Do you understand? Nothing...

OUT ON LAWRENCE'S WARNING.

EUTERPE/WINE CELLAR. WE HEAR A DOOR SLAM, THEN SEE EVE STOMPING DOWN THE STAIRS AND INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE SEMI-DARKENED WINE CELLAR. SHE WEARS A FRILLY PINK AND RED DRESS WITH A RED ROSE CORSAGE AND A HEART PIN. IT OBVIOUSLY DOESN'T SUIT HER.

EVE WALKS OVER TO A CHAIR AND SLUMPS DOWN, LEANING HER HEAD BACK AGAINST THE COOL STONE WALL.

EVE'S VOICE DRIFTS OFF AS SHE CLOSES HER EYES. SUDDENLY, SHE HEARS A NOISE AND TURNS HER HEAD TO PEER INTO THE DARKENED CORNER.

EVE STANDS AND MOVES CAUTIOUSLY. WE SEE A SMOKE RING RISE TOWARDS THE CEILING.

A MAN DRESSED IN A BLACK SUIT AND FEDORA STEPS FORWARD INTO THE LIGHT.

NICK: (TIPPING BACK THE HAT BRIM, SO WE CAN SEE HIS FACE) Who else?

EVE: Nick? I can't believe... What are you doing here?

NICK: I knew you were upset.

EVE: So you came to me...

NICK: Always.

EVE: Yes... you've always been there for me...

NICK: (LOOKING EVE UP AND DOWN) So what's the problem? Does it have something to do with that getup?

EVE: (GRIMACING) This horrible thing? Calliope made it for me.

NICK: If you don't like it, why'd you wear it?

EVE: Robert told her to make costumes for everyone... She got excited about Valentines Day and went a little... overboard.

NICK: But you wore it.

EVE: She was excited...

NICK: And you didn't want to hurt her feelings?

EVE: Me? Concerned about other people? You know better...

NICK: (SMILES) You can't fool me, Evie, you're making progress.

EVE: If you think so...

NICK: I do... (BEAT) So what's up? Why am I here?

EVE: I don't know. Everything's gone wrong. My dad's mad at me, as usual.

NICK: What now?

EVE: He found out about... God, you'll probably be mad at me, too.

NICK: Me and the Captain agree? It must be bad.

EVE: In... in your will you left me your money on the condition I get married... for love...

NICK: I was watching out for you, Evie.

EVE: That's what they tell me... But I don't need love... I need the money, so... I went to a dating service to find a husband.

NICK: That was stupid.

EVE: You didn't give me much choice, did you? It's been over three years since... since... you... And I still haven't found someone... There was Frankie, but...

NICK: Come on, Evie, it can't be that bad...

EVE: It is. What man in the world would be dumb enough to want to marry me?

NICK: I would.

EVE: (SADLY SMILES) Thanks. But you're kind of out of the running.

NICK: Give yourself a break, Evie.

EVE: Yeah, right.

NICK: I'm serious. You're caring, funny, smart... you've got talent, and (PUTTING HIS HAND OUT AS IF TO CARESS HER FACE, HE LOWERS IT, NEVER TOUCHING HER) you're gorgeous. Any man would be lucky to have a lady like you.

EVE: Then why am I still alone?

NICK: You've gotta learn to trust someone, Evie. You've gotta let your guard down enough for people to see you... see the good in you.

EVE: But, every time I open up, I get hurt.

NICK: You can't give up. You've got to believe in yourself... Believe that you deserve to be loved.

EVE: (HER EYES WELLING WITH TEARS) I miss you, Nick. It's like there's this hole inside of me where you used to be...

NICK: (TAKING A PUFF ON HIS CHEROOT) That's another thing you have to do.

EVE: What?

NICK: You have to let go of me, Evie. You have to get on with your life.

EVE: I don't know how.

NICK: I think you do.

EVE: I don't want to go on without you!

NICK: I love you, Evie, and what I want more than anything is for you to be happy. That's all I ever wanted.

NICK STEPS BACK INTO THE SHADOWS.

EVE: Nick... Nick...

HOLD ON EVE AS SHE AWAKENS CALLING NICK'S NAME.

CUT TO: JOHN'S LOFT. JOHN AND BRADY ARE SITTING ON THE COUCH, WATCHING T.V. THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

JOHN, WITH BRADY IN ONE ARM, GETS UP AND GOES TO THE DOOR. HE PULLS THE DOOR OPEN TO REVEAL BO AND SHAWN-DOUGLAS. BO IS HOLDING A PIZZA BOX.

BO: Pizza has arrived, along with two hungry mouths! Right, Shawn-D?

SHAWN-D: Uh-huh.

JOHN: Great! Brady and I have the snacks and drinks all ready to go.

BO AND SHAWN DOUGLAS ENTER AS JOHN CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND THEM. BO TAKES THE PIZZA INTO THE KITCHEN AREA. SHAWN-DOUGLAS FOLLOWS HIM.

JOHN: Not for another few minutes. (BEAT) Who do you want to win, Shawn-Douglas, the Blackhawks or the Islanders?

SHAWN-D: I dunno. Who are we rooting for, Papa?

BO: Blackhawks!

JOHN: Oh, boo, hiss! Islanders, all the way!

JOHN PUTS BRADY IN A CHAIR-SWING NEXT TO THE COUCH AND GOES TO THE KITCHEN TO HELP BO, WHO IS SLICING THE PIZZA AND PUTTING IT ONTO THREE PLATES.

SHAWN-D: Okay.

JOHN: Would you go over and sit next to Brady and keep an eye on him while your papa and I serve up the pizza?

SHAWN-D: Sure.

SHAWN-DOUGLAS GOES OVER TO THE COUCH AND SITS DOWN.

JOHN: How is Shawn-D doing?

BO: He's a little better today. He's still pretty edgy...

JOHN: Yeah, well, you kinda expected that, didn't you?

BO: Yeah... It was my first day back on the street. He's having a tough time adjusting. He's scared that something's gonna happen to me.

JOHN: I guess he's gonna need some time to overcome that fear, huh?

BO: Time, and his sessions with Doctor Ector.

JOHN: How's that going? Any progress?

BO: Slowly. Shawn-D's starting to open up a little. But he's still got a long way to go.

JOHN: And how about you?

BO: Me? I'm fine...

JOHN: I'm talking about work. That's one of the reasons I invited you over. I thought you might want to talk after your first day back in the line of fire.

BO: Yeah, that'd be good. We'll talk when the kids conk out.

JOHN: Sure.

BO: I really appreciate what you're doing here...

JOHN: You bet. I'm not being completely unselfish, you know.

BO: Oh, no?

JOHN: You guys are doing me a favor by coming over.

BO: Is that so?

JOHN: Yup. Tonight's not a great night to be a single guy without a date, you know?

BO: (SMILING) And misery loves company?

JOHN: (SMILING BACK) Something like that.

HOLD ON JOHN.

CUT TO: JACK AND JENNIFER'S BEDROOM. THE ROOM IS DIMLY LIT. JENNIFER OPENS THE DOOR AND WALKS INSIDE.

WE SEE THE BED, STREWN WITH RED, PINK, AND WHITE ROSE PETALS. PILLOWS HAVE BEEN ARRANGED ON THE FLOOR, AND CHAMPAGNE IS CHILLING NEXT TO THE BED. JACK, SITTING ON THE FLOOR AMONGST THE PILLOWS, EXTENDS HIS HAND TO JENNIFER. SHE WALKS OVER TO HIM, BEAMING.

JACK: A man should never reveal all his secrets...

JACK SMILES AND GESTURES FOR JENNIFER TO SIT NEXT TO HIM. SHE SITS DOWN.

JENNIFER: Oh Jack... (BRUSHING THE ROSE AGAINST HER CHEEK)

JACK: Judging from your reaction, I'd say you're pleased?

JENNIFER: Oh more than pleased, Jack. It's wonderful.

JENNIFER LEANS OVER AND GENTLY KISSES JACK.

JACK: We have the entire evening to ourselves. Rosie offered to take Abigail and stay with your grandparents for the night.

JACK REACHES FOR THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE. HE POURS A GLASS, HANDS IT TO JENNIFER, THEN POURS ONE FOR HIMSELF.

JACK: You can't fool me. I'll bet you received Valentines from hundreds of love-smitten swains.

JENNIFER: I wouldn't say that... And a cutie like you... I'm sure you got tons of Valentines...

JACK: No, I can't recall that I did. I remember once Harper gave me twenty dollars to buy myself something...

JENNIFER: Jack... (CARESSING HIS FACE) We'll create our own Valentine memories.

JENNIFER CURLS HERSELF UP NEXT TO JACK, WHO WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER.

JACK: How could I forget... "But come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight..."

JENNIFER MOVED TO TEARS, KISSES JACK.

JENNIFER: Valentine's Day? I think you've got your holidays mixed up... It was Christmas...

JACK: Yes, I did propose on Christmas, but I'm sure Valentine's was another of my many proposals.

JENNIFER: I don't think so... There was the rooftop... the Santa suit... The ring in the jade plant... And a proposal on camera for all of Salem to see...

JACK: How could I ever forget?

JENNIFER: You couldn't, I wouldn't let you. You know Mr. Deveraux, whoever said you weren't romantic knows nothing about you.

SMILING, JENNIFER PULLS JACK INTO A PASSIONATE KISS. OUT ON THEIR EMBRACE.

EUTERPE. DOUG, JULIE, BILL AND ROBERT ARE AT A TABLE. MICKEY AND MAGGIE ARE DANCING.

MICKEY: It was my pleasure.

MAGGIE: You know, you may not be able to sweet-talk like Robert, but no one compares to you on the dance floor.

MICKEY: Mmmm, you really know how to make a fella feel good...

THEY KISS.

GO TO: DOUG, JULIE, BILL AND ROBERT AT THE TABLE.

BILL: Like a couple of lovesick teenagers...

ROBERT: (SMILES) Ahh, yes. It warms my heart to see two people in love like that.

DOUG: You're such a romantic, mon vieux.

ROBERT: But of course.

DAVE APPROACHES THEIR TABLE. HE TAPS DOUG ON THE SHOULDER.

DOUG: Sure. (STANDING UP) Excuse me for a minute.

JULIE: Certainly, darling.

DOUG LEANS DOWN AND GIVES JULIE A KISS.

DOUG WALKS OFF WITH DAVE. ROBERT HOLDS UP HIS EMPTY WINE GLASS.

JULIE: I'd like another white wine. Uncle Bill?

BILL: No, I'm fine, thanks.

ROBERT: (STANDING UP) One white wine it is. I'll just be a moment.

ROBERT GOES TO THE BAR.

BILL: Yes?

JULIE: I was wondering... How was your visit with Laura? How is she doing?

BILL: (SADLY) My visit was... like my other visits. There's been no change in Laura's condition.

JULIE: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

BILL: No, it's all right. I've been dealing with it for a long time, now.

JULIE: Still, it must be hard on Valentine's Day, with everyone talking about love and romance...

BILL: It does get me down sometimes.

JULIE: (TAKING BILL'S HAND) Is there anything I can do?

BILL: No, not really. There's nothing anyone can do.

JULIE SIGHS.

JULIE LOOKS LOVINGLY AT BILL. HE SMILES WEAKLY.

GO TO: THE BAR, WHERE ROBERT IS STANDING, WAITING FOR THE DRINKS. HIS PUTS HIS HAND TO HIS CHEST AND WINCES IN PAIN. HE SITS DOWN ON A BAR STOOL AND TAKES A FEW DEEP BREATHS. HOLD ON ROBERT.

CUT TO: CARRIE'S APARTMENT. CARRIE OPENS HER SUITCASE, WHICH SITS ON THE SOFA.

CARRIE BEGINS THROWING THE ITEMS TO BE WASHED ON THE FLOOR. THE REST GOES INTO A PILE ON THE COUCH.

CARRIE CLOSES THE SUITCASE, AND SITS DOWN ON THE COUCH. SHE PICKS UP HER COPY OF TODAY'S SPECTATOR.

THERE IS A KNOCK. SHE STANDS AND WALKS CAUTIOUSLY TO THE DOOR.

MESSENGER: Emma's Delivery Service, Ma'am. I have a package for Carrie Brady.

CARRIE SLOWLY OPENS THE DOOR, WITHOUT REMOVING THE CHAIN. SHE TAKES A LOOK AT THE MESSENGER, WHO APPEARS TO BE ABOUT 95, HOLDING A BRIGHTLY WRAPPED PACKAGE. CONFIDENT THAT THIS IS NOT FROM GUS, SHE UNDOES THE CHAIN, AND OPENS THE DOOR.

CARRIE: (SIGNING) Who's it from?

MESSENGER: You'll have to check the card, Miss. Here you go.

HE HANDS HER THE PACKAGE.

MESSENGER: Nonsense! One should always be appreciative of what they get, and not worry about what they don't. Have a nice day!

THE MESSENGER TURNS. CARRIE CLOSES AND LOCKS THE DOOR. SHE SETS THE PACKAGE DOWN ON THE COUCH.

SHE LOOKS AROUND THE PACKAGE, THEN SEES THE CARD UNDERNEATH THE MASSIVE WHITE BOW.

CARRIE SETS DOWN THE CARD, AND OPENS THE PACKAGE. INSIDE, SHE FINDS A HONEY-BROWN TEDDY BEAR, WITH A NAME-TAG THAT SAYS "CUDDLES".

HOLD ON CARRIE HUGGING HER NEW FRIEND.

CUT TO: JO'S APARTMENT. JO IS JUST FINISHING SETTING THE TABLE WHEN THE DOORBELL RINGS. SHE OPENS THE DOOR TO LET VERN IN. HE GIVES HER A KISS ON THE CHEEK.

VERN: Sorry I'm little late. Cassie called and I didn't want to cut her off.

JO: Of course not. How is she?

VERN: She sounds great, like she really loves college life. She didn't ask me for money, so that's a good sign.

JO: (SWATTING VERN) You know you'd give that girl the world on a string if she asked for it. (BEAT) What's that you've got?

VERN: (HOLDING UP A BAG) I picked up some videos, too.

JO TAKES THE BAG FROM VERN AND BEGINS LOOKING THROUGH IT.

VERN: There's nothing like the classics for love and romance! (BEAT) Mmmm. Something smells wonderful.

JO: It's a simple beef stew. Nothing like the food we had at the ski resort, I'm afraid.

JO SETS THE BAG OF VIDEO TAPES ON THE COUCH AND GESTURES TO VERN TO SIT DOWN AT THE TABLE.

VERN PICKS UP A PLATE AND BEGINS DISHING UP THE STEW. JO SITS DOWN OPPOSITE HIM, PREOCCUPIED.

JO: What? Oh! (TAKING THE PLATE FROM VERN) That's fine.

VERN: What's the matter?

JO: Nothing, really. I was just thinking about Jack's behavior today.

VERN: That was pretty weird, wasn't it?

JO: I still can't figure out if he's truly changed his mind or if Jennifer changed it for him.

VERN: Who cares? Let's just enjoy it while we can!

JO: You're right. We won't worry about it at all.

VERN: Good. Now, which video do you want to watch first?

OUT ON THE HAPPY COUPLE.

EUTERPE. JULIE IS EXITING THE LADIES ROOM WITH MAGGIE, THEY ARE CHATTING AND LAUGHING. EVE ALMOST RUNS INTO THEM, BUT DARTS BEHIND A POTTED PLANT BEFORE THEY CAN SEE HER. ONCE JULIE AND MAGGIE PASS HER, EVE STICKS HER HEAD OUT AND LOOKS AROUND CAUTIOUSLY BEFORE GOING ON. IAN AND JASMIN ARE STANDING AT THE BAR, BOTH SIPPING MINERAL WATERS. JASMIN SHAKES HER HEAD AT EVE'S ANTICS. IAN'S BACK IS TO EVE.

JASMIN: Ever heard the phrase "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth"?

IAN: Yes, I have. But I'm not so sure not seeing Eve for long periods of time is a gift horse...

JASMIN: Don't get defensive. I don't know what you see in her. But you do have a point.

IAN: I do?

JASMIN: Eve disappearing for long periods of time could mean she's up to something.

IAN: I seriously doubt that.

JASMIN: So do I. I think it's more likely she's hiding from Mrs. Williams.

IAN: What makes you say that?

JASMIN: Didn't you see Eve hide behind that potted plant as Mrs. Williams walked by?

IAN: No... But now that you mention it... Earlier, I was in the kitchen and Mrs. Williams came in to say hello to Aki. I could have sworn I saw Eve in the back of the kitchen with a wok over her head! At the time I thought it was some sort of bizarre hallucination, but...

JASMIN: A wok? I wish I'd been there.

IAN: I wish I'd had a camera...

JASMIN: You know, I never realized how much bad blood there is between Eve and Mrs. Williams.

IAN: I get the impression Eve thinks of her as an ogre of sorts.

JASMIN: She's always seemed nice to me.

IAN: I'm sure Eve's just overreacting as usual.

JASMIN: I wonder...

IAN: Do I sense wheels turning?

JASMIN: (GRINS) Sorry. I was wondering what would happen if they actually came face to face!

IAN: It might be... entertaining.

JASMIN: So. Whaddya say? Should we?

IAN: You, my dear Jasmin, are evil... (SMILING) Any ideas how to do it?

IAN AND JASMIN LEAN CLOSE AND BEGIN TO WHISPER CONSPIRATORIALLY.

CUT TO: EUTERPE KITCHEN. EVE IS STANDING NEXT TO AKI, WHO IS CLUTCHING A LARGE CLEAVER. IN PROGRESS.

AKI TURNS AND THROWS HIS CLEAVER INTO A NEARBY WALL.

EVE BEGINS TO BACK UP AS AKI ADVANCES ON HER.

EVE TURNS AND RUNS OUT OF THE KITCHEN.

CUT TO: EUTERPE (MAIN ROOM). EVE LEANS AGAINST THE WALL BY THE KITCHEN DOOR.

JASMIN WALKS UP.

EVE: Where? I mean... What do you need?

JASMIN: Eve. There's a phone call for you on one of the pay phones.

EVE: The pay phone? Why would someone call me on the pay phone.

JASMIN: Eve, I don't know and I don't care. I'm just the messenger.

JASMIN WALKS AWAY FROM EVE, SMILING.

GO TO: DANCE FLOOR. DOUG AND JULIE ARE DANCING WHEN IAN TAPS JULIE ON THE SHOULDER.

DOUG: What is it, Ian?

IAN: Sorry, but there's a call for Mrs. Williams on one of the pay phones.

JULIE: That's strange. Do you know who it is?

IAN: No, sorry... They said it was important.

JULIE: All right... I'll be back in a moment, darling.

DOUG: Parting is such sweet sorrow, fair lady. I shall await your return...

JULIE LAUGHS AND WALKS OFF.

GO TO: PAY PHONES. JULIE WALKS TOWARDS THE PHONES. THERE ARE TWO PHONES OFF THE HOOK. SHE PICKS UP ONE.

EVE, MEANWHILE, HAS WALKED UP IN A HUFF AND PICKS UP THE OTHER PAY PHONE, NOT NOTICING JULIE.

EVE SLAMS DOWN THE PHONE AND TURNS TO FIND HERSELF FACE TO FACE WITH JULIE.

EVE: I...

JULIE: I spoke with your father. Should you and I have a little talk about Percy?

EVE: I... err... um...

EVE EMITS A SMALL SQUEAK AND DASHES INTO THE KITCHEN. WE HEAR A LOUD CRASH. JULIE SHAKES HER HEAD AND WALKS BACK TO THE DANCE FLOOR.

CUT TO: ALAMAIN LIVING ROOM/FOYER. LAWRENCE, JANET, MORGAN AND OFFICER BERTRAND. IN PROGRESS.

MORGAN: (MAKING A NOTE ON A CLIPBOARD) All right, Bertrand. Check the garage next. Go through each car. I'll send Foster out when he reports back.

BERTRAND: Yes, sir.

BERTRAND EXITS.

JANET: Oh, yes, Mr. Alamain, you're definitely under arrest. (TO MORGAN) I guess the men can handle the rest of the search on their own. Mr. Alamain seems anxious to be in a nice, cozy cell.

MORGAN: He does seem rather eager. I guess we can accommodate him.

LAWRENCE: Fine. Let's get this over with...

LAWRENCE TURNS TOWARD THE DOOR. BEFORE HE CAN TAKE A STEP, MORGAN GRABS HIS ARM.

LAWRENCE: What now?

JANET: (REACHING INTO HER POCKET) Just one more thing.

JANET PULLS A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS OUT OF HER POCKET.

JANET: Mr. Alamain, you brought all of this on yourself when you hired someone to commit burglary. (HOLDING UP THE CUFFS) Lieutenant Morgan, will you do the honors?

MORGAN: (TRYING NOT TO SMILE) You bet.

JANET TOSSES THE CUFFS TO MORGAN, WHO PROCEEDS TO CUFF LAWRENCE'S HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK.

MORGAN: Just doing my job, following proper police procedure.

JANET: All right, let's go.

THE THREE OF THEM START TO MOVE TOWARD THE DOOR. THEY STOP WHEN THEY HEAR OFFICER PHILLIPS' VOICE FROM UPSTAIRS.

JANET, LAWRENCE, AND MORGAN PAUSE, TURNING TO LOOK UP THE STAIRS. VIVIAN, IVAN, AND NICHOLAS COME WALKING DOWN, FOLLOWED BY OFFICER PHILLIPS.

PHILLIPS: Pardon me, ma'am. Captain, I found these three in the attic.

VIVIAN, IVAN, NICHOLAS, AND PHILLIPS REACH THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS.

VIVIAN: We've been held there, against our will. My nephew has kept Ivan and I locked in the attic for several weeks, now.

NICHOLAS: It's true. He kept them prisoner up there.

LAWRENCE: Nikki...

VIVIAN: Captain, Ivan and I want to press charges against Lawrence.

JANET AND MORGAN LOOK AT EACH OTHER, STUNNED. LAWRENCE GLARES ANGRILY AT VIVIAN. VIVIAN RETURNS HIS STARE. HOLD ON VIVIAN'S DETERMINATION.

CUT TO: JACK AND JENNIFER'S BEDROOM. WE SEE THE SINGLE RED ROSE AND HEAR "ONE YEAR OF LOVE" BY QUEEN. WE PULL BACK AND SEE JACK AND JENNIFER. THEY'RE LYING ON THE BED, KISSING. JACK TRAILS KISSES DOWN JENNIFER'S FACE AND THROAT. HE THEN TAKES THE ROSE AND SENSUALLY CARESSES HER FACE, EXPOSED NECK AND SHOULDERS WITH IT. JENNIFER SMILES AS SHE PULLS HIM TIGHTLY INTO HER EMBRACE. THE MUSIC CONTINUES AS WE GO INTO A MONTAGE.

CUT TO: EUTERPE/WINE CELLAR. EVE IS SITTING ALONE IN THE DARK, CRYING.

CUT TO: EUTERPE (MAIN ROOM) MICKEY AND MAGGIE ARE DANCING, SMILING, HAPPY. BILL, MELANCHOLY, WATCHES THEM.

CUT TO: CARRIE'S APARTMENT. CARRIE SITS ON THE SOFA, HUGGING HER TEDDY BEAR.

CUT TO: JO'S APARTMENT. JO AND VERN ARE SITTING ON THE COUCH, LAUGHING HAPPILY. VERN, SUDDENLY SERIOUS, LEANS OVER AND LIGHTLY KISSES JO. HOLD ON THEIR KISS.

CUT TO: JOHN'S LOFT. JOHN IS PUTTING A SLEEPING BRADY DOWN IN HIS PLAYPEN. JOHN TUCKS IN HIS SON, THEN TURNS AND SEES A PICTURE OF ISABELLA. HE PICKS UP THE PHOTO, HUGS IT TO HIS CHEST, WALKS OVER TO THE WINDOW AND SITS ON THE WINDOWSILL, LOOKING UP INTO THE NIGHT SKY AT ISABELLA'S STAR.

CUT TO: EUTERPE / BALCONY. DOUG AND JULIE STAND VERY CLOSE. SHE LEANS INTO HIM, HIS ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HER AS THEY LOOK INTO THE NIGHT SKY. SUDDENLY, WE SEE A SHOOTING STAR. JULIE CLOSES HER EYES, HER LIPS MOVING IN A WISH. SHE TURNS AND LOOKS AT DOUG. HE TAKES HER HAND AND KISSES IT. HOLD ON DOUG AND JULIE. AND OUT.