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An ALT.DAYS Production,
A Division of Peel Productions, Inc.
Air Date: May 11, 1995
Time: Several Days After #97,
Late Morning to Afternoon
Copyright 1995
DONOVAN LIVING ROOM. SHANE IS SITTING ON THE COUCH, READING THE MORNING EDITION OF THE SPECTATOR. SIMMONS ENTERS.
SIMMONS: Mr. Deveraux to see you, sir.
SHANE: Thank you, Simmons.
JACK ENTERS THE ROOM AND SIMMONS LEAVES. JACK SITS IN THE CHAIR BESIDE THE SOFA.
JACK: Nice to see that you're starting your day with the right newspaper.
SHANE: But of course, Jack... though I do wonder when you'll have an on-line version?
JACK: Not just yet. (BEAT) The Spectator will eventually have a very extensive World Wide Web site, but for now, we'll stick with the traditional way of bringing the daily news to the masses.
SHANE: Can I offer you some coffee?
JACK: No, thank you.
A SILENCE FALLS OVER THE ROOM.
SHANE: Not that it isn't stimulating to talk to you, Jack... but what did you come over for?
HOLD ON SHANE'S QUESTION.
CUT TO: EUTERPE. JASMIN AND THE OTHER STAFF MEMBERS SET TABLES AS DOUG AND MARTY REHEARSE ON STAGE. IN PROGRESS.
DOUG: Yes, Marty, right there. Give me a two-beat pause so I can soft-shoe back to this position...
DOUG SHUFFLES TO A HOLDING POSITION NEAR THE MIKE AND BEGINS TO SING "ONE" AS MARTY PLAYS.
DOUG: (SINGING)
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One... Singular sensation, every
little step she takes.
AS DOUG SINGS, ROBERT AND CJ ENTER. DOUG SEES THEM AND AMENDS HIS LYRICS.
DOUG: (STILL SINGING)
Two... friendly early lunch
guests, step right into Euterpe... (STOPS
SINGING) Hold off, Marty. It appears we have
guests...
ROBERT: Since when am I a "guest," mon ami?
DOUG: Since your leave of absence? But I'll be happy to change that status back to "employee" as soon as you're ready.
CJ: But not yet.
ROBERT: Soon.
DOUG: So what brings you to Euterpe? We're not quite ready to serve lunch yet, but I'm sure I can get something going...
ROBERT: No need, Doug, I'd just like to... how to say.... "hang out" for a while?
DOUG: But of course.
CJ: Papa was getting a bit antsy at the house...
ROBERT: Just because I'm tired of talk shows...
CJ: You threw a pillow at Oprah, Papa.
ROBERT: If I have to hear "get moving" one more time...
CJ: See what I mean?
ROBERT: It certainly isn't my fault I can't exercise... work...
ROBERT GAZES LONGINGLY AT THE STAGE.
CJ: But it is important for you to work up to things slowly, Papa.
ROBERT SIGHS. HOLD ON ROBERT, EYEING THE STAGE.
CUT TO: DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES. "SING SING SING" CAN BE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND. THE CAMERA PANS THE WORN TILE FLOOR OF THE D.M.V. A FOOT IS TAPPING IN TIME TO THE MUSIC. PAN UP THE LEG TO REVEAL AN IRRITATED EVE. SHE LOOKS AT HER WATCH, THEN LOOKS EVEN MORE IRRITATED.
EVE: (SOTTO VOCE) My God, this is worse than an afternoon with Kimberly...
THE D.M.V. CLERK IS A WOMAN IN HER SIXTIES WITH BLUE HAIR IN A BEEHIVE AND HARLEQUIN GLASSES. SHE STAMPS THE CUSTOMER'S REGISTRATION. THE LINE MOVES FORWARD. EVE SHIFTS HER WEIGHT. SHE LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM. EVERYONE ELSE IS ZIPPING AROUND. OTHER LINES ARE GETTING SHORTER QUICKLY. THE D.M.V. CLERK STAMPS THE NEXT PERSON'S REGISTRATION. EVE'S LINE MOVES FORWARD AGAIN. EVE LOOKS AT THE CLOCK. SHE SEES THAT SOME PEOPLE WHO CAME IN AFTER HER ARE ALREADY LEAVING. EVE SNARLS, SHIFTS HER WEIGHT, AND TAPS HER FOOT. THE CLERK STAMPS THE NEXT PERSON'S REGISTRATION. IT'S FINALLY EVE'S TURN. SHE GOES TO THE WINDOW. THE CLERK LOOKS AT EVE'S REGISTRATION AND POINTS TO A WINDOW WITH A SIGN THAT SAYS "RENEW LATE REGISTRATION." EVE SCANS THE LINE TO SEE IT IS LONGER THAN THE ONE SHE JUST LEFT.
EVE: (SOTTO VOCE) I'm in hell.
OUT ON EVE'S FURY.
DONOVAN LIVING ROOM. JACK AND SHANE. IN PROGRESS.
JACK: What... am I doing here?
SHANE: Yes, Jack. I'm surprised to see you.
JACK: You are?
SHANE: Yes. It's not every day that I get an impromptu visit from you.
JACK: I just thought I'd... pay a visit to my old stake-out buddy. You know, we never had a chance to really get to know each other.
SHANE: I'm afraid I'm not following you.
JACK: Not only are you my old stake-out partner, but you're also my former father-in-law. I thought it might be a good idea if we worked on our friendship. I'd hate to sever all the ties... break all the bridges... tear down all...
SHANE HOLDS UP HIS HANDS.
SHANE: Whoa, Jack! This is all very intriguing, but what's really going on here?
HOLD ON SHANE'S QUESTION.
CUT TO: EUTERPE. DOUG PUTS HIS ARM AROUND ROBERT'S SHOULDER.
DOUG: I cannot tell you how thrilled I am that you're here and healthy again, mon ami.
ROBERT: Oui... (STANDING UP STRAIGHT) I feel ready to get back up on stage.
CJ: I'm not so sure about that.
ROBERT: My son, the worrier. (BEAT) I feel better than I have in months. Even better than before the heart attack.
CJ: Well, it's my duty to make sure that you stay feeling this good.
ROBERT: Bah...
ROBERT GOES UP ON THE STAGE.
ROBERT: Marty, I have something to prove to my overprotective son. Will you help me prove him wrong?
MARTY: Surely. (BEAT) A little "Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen" should do it.
MARTY STARTS TO PLAY "BEI MIR BIST DU SCHOEN." ROBERT STARTS TO SING AND DANCE TO THE MUSIC. DOUG SMILES AT HIS FRIEND.
DOUG: (TO CJ) He looks so happy.
CJ NODS. ROBERT MOTIONS FOR DOUG TO COME ON STAGE. DOUG JOINS HIM AND THEY CONTINUE THE SONG. CJ STILL LOOKS CONCERNED, BUT THE REST OF THE STAFF IS ENJOYING THE CONCERT. IAN AND JASMIN ARE DANCING TOGETHER. KEN IS SWAYING TO THE MUSIC. DAVE IS BOBBING HIS HEAD TO THE WORDS. HOLD ON ROBERT AND DOUG.
CUT TO: DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES. "SING SING SING" CONTINUES TO PLAY IN THE BACKGROUND. EVE IS STANDING IMPATIENTLY IN A VERY SLOW-MOVING LINE. SHE SIGHS WHEN THERE IS ONLY ONE MORE PERSON IN FRONT OF HER.
D.M.V. CLERK: Mr. Guerrero, you need to fill out Form Number Three before we can process your registration.
MR. GUERRERO: Número tres? No comprendo.
D.M.V. CLERK: Lo siento. Usted necesita la forma tres.
THE D.M.V. CLERK HANDS MR. GUERRERO A FORM.
MR. GUERRERO: Ay caramba!
MR. GUERRERO GRUNTS SOMETHING INCOHERENT AND GOES TO FILL OUT THE FORM. FINALLY, IT IS EVE'S TURN AT THE WINDOW.
D.M.V. CLERK: Can I help you?
EVE: I'm here to renew my driver's license.
D.M.V. CLERK: You need to go to the "Renewals" window.
EVE: But I was just there. They told me to come over here. (BEAT) I missed the deadline.
D.M.V. CLERK: I see.
THE D.M.V. CLERK HANDS EVE A FORM.
D.M.V. CLERK: Fill this out and go to that window.
THE D.M.V. CLERK POINTS TO A WINDOW WITH NO LINE. EVE SMILES FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE SHE STEPPED INTO THE D.M.V. SHE GOES TO THE SIDE TO FILL OUT THE FORM. AFTER COMPLETING THE FORM, GIVES IT A ONCE OVER, SMILES AGAIN, AND TURNS TO GO TO THE APPOINTED WINDOW. HER SMILE FADES AS SHE SEES THAT A RATHER LENGTHY LINE HAS FORMED IN FRONT OF THE WINDOW. WITH HER JAW FIRMLY CLENCHED, EVE GOES TO STAND IN THE LINE. SHE CROSSES HER ARMS AND STARTS TO TAP HER FOOT IMPATIENTLY. SOMEONE SNEEZES BEHIND HER. DISGUSTED, EVE TURNS TO CONFRONT THE RUDE SNEEZER. HER DISGUST TURNS TO DELIGHT WHEN SHE NOTICES A VERY ATTRACTIVE YOUNG MAN STANDING BEHIND HER. IT'S JORDAN, WHO SNEEZES AGAIN. OUT ON EVE'S SMILE.
DONOVAN LIVING ROOM. SHANE AND JACK. IN PROGRESS.
JACK: Shane, I'm shocked that you think that something is going on.
SHANE: As you mentioned, we haven't gotten to know one another particularly well. Then, suddenly, you come to my home on a social visit? (BEAT) I find that very hard to believe. There's obviously a reason why you came, so what say we get to it?
JACK: Very well. You've met Richard Hunt, from my office?
SHANE: Our paths have crossed, yes.
JACK: Richard has introduced me to a young woman by the name of Ashley Bellafiore. Ashley is sitting on a very hot story, which includes some very dangerous pictures.
SHANE: I still don't see why you need my help.
JACK: It's not just a hot story. It's explosive.
SHANE: What is so "explosive" about it?
JACK: (CLEARS HIS THROAT) P.O.W.s in Southeast Asia.
SHANE IS OBVIOUSLY STUNNED.
JACK: Let me be clearer on this. American P.O.W.s.
SHANE: And you want me to look into the matter.
JACK: That's the idea.
SHANE: This is a pretty amazing story, but I'll still need to see some proof, Jack. I can't start an investigation based on hearsay alone.
JACK: I understand that. That's why I brought some of Ashley's pictures.
JACK OPENS HIS BRIEFCASE AND PULLS OUT AN ENVELOPE. HE HANDS THE ENVELOPE TO SHANE. SHANE TAKES THE PICTURES OUT OF THE ENVELOPE AND LOOKS THEM OVER CLOSELY. HOLD ON SHANE LOOKING FROM THE PICTURES TO JACK AND BACK AGAIN.
CUT TO: EUTERPE. ROBERT AND DOUG ARE STILL PERFORMING. THEY FINISH THEIR NUMBER WITH A FLOURISH AND EVERYONE APPLAUDS. THEY BOW TO THEIR "AUDIENCE" AND THEN TO EACH OTHER. DOUG AND ROBERT ARE GIVING EACH OTHER A FRIENDLY HUG WHEN DAVE COMES OUT OF THE KITCHEN.
DAVE: Doug? Sorry to interrupt, but there's a crisis in the kitchen.
DOUG: (GROANING) Crisis can only mean Lorenzo. What is it this time?
DAVE: The salmon. It doesn't look fresh enough.
DOUG: (CLIMBING OFF THE STAGE) Excuse me everyone, duty calls!
DAVE AND DOUG HEAD FOR THE KITCHEN. EVERYONE LOOKS AT EACH OTHER AND SHRUGS. IAN HEADS BACK TO THE SOUND BOOTH. MARTY GOES OFF IN SEARCH OF MUSIC. JASMIN TURNS TO CJ.
JASMIN: So, did you inherit your Dad's great voice?
CJ: Oh, no, I can't sing at all. But I do paint. (GRINNING) Care to have a portrait done?
JASMIN: (LAUGHING) At least you didn't say etchings. (BEAT) You know, I've always wanted to be a model...
CJ: You have wonderful bone structure...
AS CJ AND JASMIN BECOME ENGAGED IN CONVERSATION, ROBERT GOES AND SITS DOWN ON THE PIANO BENCH. HE GRIMACES. HIS FACE IS PALE AND HE IS SHORT OF BREATH. HE KEEPS A WARY EYE ON CJ WHILE HE MOPS HIS FACE WITH A HANDKERCHIEF.
ROBERT: (SOTTO VOCE) I think you should have listened to your son, mon vieux. You seem to have overdone it. Easy does it...
HOLD ON ROBERT'S WORRY.
CUT TO: DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES. EVE AND JORDAN. IN PROGRESS. EVE SMILES COYLY.
EVE: Oh... Bless you.
JORDAN PULLS OUT A HANDKERCHIEF AND WIPES HIS NOSE.
JORDAN: Thank you. Sorry about that...
EVE: No harm done... (SMILING) As long as you're not contagious.
JORDAN: No, no... You're safe. It's allergies.
EVE: I see... What are you allergic to?
JORDAN: Y'know, I'm not quite sure. (BEAT) Maybe I'm allergic to the D.M.V.
EVE LAUGHS. JORDAN SMILES.
JORDAN: (CONT'D, EXTENDING HIS HAND) By the way, I'm Jordan.
EVE: (TAKING JORDAN'S HAND) Nice to meet you, Jordan. I'm Eve.
JORDAN: Nice to meet you.
EVE HOLDS ONTO JORDAN'S HAND FOR AN EXTRA BEAT BEFORE RELEASING IT.
EVE: It's really fortunate you came along and... um...
JORDAN: Sneezed?
EVE: (SMILING) Yeah. (BEAT) Another few minutes, and I may have killed someone in here.
JORDAN: Ah... I see the D.M.V. is as fun for you as it is for everyone else.
EVE: I swear, if I have to wait in another line, I'm going to get an ulcer!
JORDAN: Ouch. (BEAT) So, what are you in for?
EVE: What?
JORDAN: What brings you to this wonderland of long lines, triplicate forms, and red tape?
EVE: Oh... I have to renew my driver's license.
JORDAN: But you can do that by mail, can't you?
EVE: (SIGHS) Not when you miss the deadline.
JORDAN: Mmmm... My condolences. Let's see your form, there...
EVE: (LOOKING DOWN, SLIGHTLY SURPRISED) Excuse me?
JORDAN: Your renewal form?
EVE: Oh... Of course.
EVE HANDS HER RENEWAL FORM TO JORDAN.
JORDAN: What did you think I... (BEAT) Oh.
JORDAN SMILES SHYLY BEFORE LOOKING AT THE FORM.
JORDAN: (CONT'D) Looks like you're done. You just need to pay, right?
EVE: Uh-huh.
JORDAN: Then I'm happy to say that you are in your final line of the day, Ms.... (LOOKING AGAIN AT THE FORM) Donovan. (BEAT) Donovan... Any relation to Shane Donovan?
EVE: He's my dad. Do you know him?
JORDAN: No, but I know of him. (BEAT) And I've driven by his house before. It's gorgeous... at least it is from the outside.
EVE: The inside's pretty nice, too.
JORDAN: So, you live there?
EVE: Yes. (BEAT) I know, it's kind of lame that I still live with my dad, but...
JORDAN: Ah, I don't think it's lame. There's probably plenty of room for the both of you there...
EVE: And then some. (BEAT) What about you, Mr....?
JORDAN: Scott.
EVE: Where do you live, Mr. Scott?
JORDAN: I have a loft over at the Shoreline Apartments.
EVE: Ah... Nice place.
JORDAN: Yeah... I like being close to the water.
EVE: Isn't the rent kind of high there?
JORDAN: (SHRUGGING) Not really.
EVE: What do you do for a living?
JORDAN: I'm a consultant.
EVE: What kind of consultant?
JORDAN: Computers.
EVE: Mmmm...
JORDAN: And you?
EVE: Me? Oh, I'm a... I'm the assistant manager at Euterpe.
JORDAN: Euterpe... Y'know, I've been meaning to get over there for dinner. I've heard great things about it.
EVE: Well, I'm sure most of them are true. (BEAT) You should come soon. I'll make sure you get a good table.
JORDAN: Sounds good to me. (BEAT) I don't know how soon it'll be, though. Right now, I'm on a project that has me working some long, weird hours. (BEAT) I don't have much time for a social life.
EVE: Hmmm... We're just going to have to do something about that, aren't we?
OUT ON EVE'S SMILE.
DONOVAN LIVING ROOM. SHANE AND JACK. IN PROGRESS. SHANE IS EXAMINING ASHLEY'S PICTURES.
SHANE: Indeed, it does appear that these are Americans. Their uniforms...
JACK: Exactly. You can still see that they're wearing U.S. military, even if it's tattered and torn. And look at this one. (POINTING TO ANOTHER PHOTO) Someone has clearly drawn an American flag on this tent...
SHANE: This is unbelievable.
JACK: That's one word for it.
SHANE: I cannot imagine that the government doesn't know about this.
JACK: That, or some government intelligence agancy.
SHANE: What a frightening prospect.
JACK: Exactly why I came to you, Shane. To see if it's a cover-up. To see if any of your contacts might know if this has been hushed up. And if so, why?
SHANE: My goodness, imagine what the families of these men have gone through...
JACK: Believing their loved ones dead all these years...
SHANE: How their lives have changed...
JACK: How could this have happened?
HOLD ON SHANE'S AGHAST PERUSAL OF THE PICTURES.
CUT TO: EUTERPE. ROBERT AND CJ ARE ENJOYING THEIR LUNCH. JULIE ENTERS AND, SEEING THE TWO OF THEM, BREEZES OVER TO THEIR TABLE.
JULIE: Darlings, I didn't think I'd ever track you down.
CJ: Julie, sit down and join us. The only thing that could improve this lunch would be a beautiful woman at the table.
JULIE: (SITTING) Thank you, CJ. Robert, it's good to see you're getting out of the house.
ROBERT: Thanks, Julie. It's nice to have a change of scenery.
CJ: And, of course, the first thing he does is overdo it.
ROBERT: I did not overdo it. I sang a little song. And I'll thank you to stop playing nursemaid.
CJ: If I don't...
JULIE: (INTERRUPTING) You two will have to take this up at another time. I came by to tell you I have a surprise for CJ.
CJ: Oh, I like surprises.
ROBERT: What is it?
JULIE: You'll have to wait, Robert. CJ, can you come now? I can't wait to show it to you.
CJ: Of course. (BEAT) No, wait. I'll have to take Papa home first.
ROBERT: Rubbish, CJ. You go with Julie. The whole point of going to lunch was to get out of the house.
CJ: Fine. But no more singing.
ROBERT: Yes, yes. I know.
JULIE: When I get home tonight, I'll expect a personal concert from you.
JULIE KISSES ROBERT GOOD-BYE.
ROBERT: Thank you, Julie.
CJ: And no dessert.
ROBERT: Oui, maman.
CJ AND JULIE LEAVE. HOLD ON ROBERT ROLLING HIS EYES.
CUT TO: BRADY PUB. KAYLA IS SITTING AT A BOOTH WITH AN OPEN NOTEBOOK. CAROLINE WALKS OVER TO KAYLA, CARRYING TWO LUNCH SPECIALS. SHE PLACES THE PLATES DOWN ON THE TABLE AND SITS OPPOSITE KAYLA.
CAROLINE: What's in the notebook?
KAYLA: Wedding ideas. I was running around with all these ideas in my head, and it was making me crazy. So Marcus suggested that I write them all down.
CAROLINE: Good idea. How is everything going with the plans?
KAYLA: I think I might be able to convince Calliope to do the dresses. After the disaster at the bridal stores, I was practically begging her to help me.
CAROLINE: I'm sure she can work something out. Calliope's always done a beautiful job with weddings.
KAYLA: I know. My first dress was a dream, and I want this one to be just as special.
KAYLA DIGS INTO HER PURSE AND PULLS OUT A FABRIC SWATCH.
KAYLA: (CONT'D) What do you think about this for my dress?
SHE HANDS IT TO CAROLINE.
CAROLINE: It's lovely. What is it?
KAYLA: Silk Shantung. I saw it in a fabric store and fell in love with it. The store has this material in other colors, so I was thinking...
CAROLINE: ...Kimmie's dress!
KAYLA: Exactly! And we could probably do something for Steffi, and for you, too.
CAROLINE: Oh, Kayla, this is going to be such a beautiful wedding. (BEAT) Have you talked to Kimmie?
KAYLA: Yes. I called her last night.
CAROLINE: Will she be able to make it for the wedding?
KAYLA: Yes, but she's not sure about Phillip. He'll be shooting a movie, but she said that he'll try to take a couple of days off to fly out here.
CAROLINE: What about her dress? How will that work out?
KAYLA: She's going to have her measurements sent over from L.A. so that I can hopefully have Calliope start working on it.
CAROLINE: What did she say about having Andrew be the ring bearer?
KAYLA: She's going to talk to him. Kimmie thinks that Andrew might think that he's too old for that sort of thing.
CAROLINE: He's certainly growing up fast. If he doesn't want to do it, how about Brady?
KAYLA: Good idea, Ma. I'll ask John.
KAYLA SIGHS AND TURNS A FEW PAGES IN HER NOTEBOOK. SHE JOTS DOWN A FEW NOTES, THEN LOOKS UP AND BLOWS A STRAY PIECE OF HAIR OUT OF HER FACE.
KAYLA: (CONT'D) Ma?
CAROLINE: Yes, dear?
KAYLA: I think I'm going to have to schedule in a nervous breakdown for myself.
CAROLINE: (POINTING TO THE NOTEBOOK) If you do, then schedule some time for the mother of the bride, too.
OUT ON THE TWO, LAUGHING.
DONOVAN LIVING ROOM. SHANE AND JACK. IN PROGRESS.
SHANE: Believe me, Jack, I'm as shocked about all of this as you are.
JACK: So the higher-ups in the I.S.A. wouldn't have any information...
SHANE: I didn't say that. After all, Nick Corelli's resurrection was just as much of a suprise to me. (BEAT) I just know that I haven't heard anything.
JACK: Do you think it's possible that the I.S.A. is involved?
SHANE: Anything's possible. However, in this case, I doubt it. (BEAT) I can check with Peachie, though. If there have been any rumors circulating, she's sure to have heard them.
JACK: I'd appreciate it.
SHANE: In the meantime... If some of these P.O.W.s are Americans, perhaps U.S. intelligence might know something.
JACK: The trick is finding someone who would be willing to discuss it.
SHANE: It just so happens that I have a friend in the Bureau...
JACK: F.B.I.?
SHANE: Yes. (BEAT) It's a long shot, but if the F.B.I. has any information, then Spooky just might be able to dig it up for us.
JACK: (RAISING AN EYEBROW) "Spooky"?
SHANE: Yes, Spooky Mulder. He... (BEAT) Well, that's kind of a long story. Suffice it to say that he specializes in... out-of-the-ordinary cases.
JACK NODS.
SHANE: (CONT'D) I doubt we can reach him right away, but I can call and leave him a message...
SHANE REACHES FOR THE PHONE.
JACK: Shane... wait.
SHANE: Yes?
JACK: There's more.
SHANE: More?
JACK: Yes. There's one more photograph I want you to take a look at...
JACK HANDS THE PHOTOGRAPH TO SHANE. SHANE LOOKS AT IT.
SHANE: Is there something in particular that I should be seeing?
JACK: Take a close look at the blurred figure on the right-hand edge...
SHANE: (STILL LOOKING) Right-hand edge... What about it?
JACK: Look closely...
SHANE TAKES A MAGNIFYING GLASS FROM HIS DESK DRAWER AND USES IT TO EXAMINE THE PHOTOGRAPH.
SHANE: I still don't see the significance...
JACK: Think carefully... Take your time.
SHANE: I'm sorry, Jack, I don't...
JACK: A light-haired man with something dark covering his left eye...
SHANE SLOWLY LOOKS UP AT JACK. HE THEN LOOKS AT THE PHOTOGRAPH AGAIN.
SHANE: No, it couldn't be...
HE LOOKS AT JACK AGAIN, WIDE-EYED.
SHANE: (CONT'D) You think this is Steve?
HOLD ON SHANE'S SHOCK.
CUT TO: BRADY PUB. CAROLINE AND KAYLA. IN PROGRESS. CAROLINE PATS KAYLA'S HAND REASSURINGLY.
CAROLINE: Kay, honey, don't worry. Everything will work out wonderfully and the wedding will be all you're dreaming of.
KAYLA: (LAUGHING) Oh, Ma. I guess I am getting pretty stressed, huh? (BEAT) I don't remember being this nervous when I married Steve. Was I as obsessed over all the little details then, too?
CAROLINE: No. You were worse!
THEY LAUGH.
CAROLINE: And Kimmie was the same when she married Shane. And Marlena, when she married Roman. And Hope, when she married Bo. It's part of having a wedding.
KAYLA: I guess it is. Were you nervous when you married Pop?
CAROLINE: A little. (LAUGHING) But to hear my mother tell it, I was simply unbearable!
KAYLA: Really? What did you do?
CAROLINE: Well, two days before the wedding, I decided I hated the sleeves on my dress. Absolutely hated them. I thought if I could just shorten them a little bit, or maybe change the shape...
KAYLA: Ma, you didn't! You can't sew a straight line to save your life!
CAROLINE: I did! Fortunately, your grandmother caught me before I'd done any damage she couldn't fix. (LAUGHING) To this day, I think she seriously considered letting me go down the aisle with only one sleeve.
KAYLA: It could have been a new trend!
HOLD ON THE TWO, LAUGHING.
CUT TO: DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES. EVE AND JORDAN. IN PROGRESS.
JORDAN: Uh-oh, I can see the wheels turning... What are you thinking?
EVE: I'm thinking that you need to get out and enjoy yourself more often. You know what they say about all work and no play...
JORDAN: How do you know I don't get out and enjoy myself?
EVE: You just said you don't have much time for a social life.
JORDAN: True. But that doesn't mean I don't take time to kick back and relax.
EVE: Okay... how do you enjoy yourself, then?
JORDAN: Lots of ways. I read, I watch movies...
EVE: With friends?
JORDAN: By myself, usually.
EVE: (ROLLING HER EYES) Jordan, come on. Don't you do anything with other people?
JORDAN: Sometimes.
EVE: Like what?
JORDAN: (SMILING) So many questions...
EVE: I'm sorry. I probably sound really nosy.
JORDAN: No, it's not that. (BEAT) It wouldn't be any fun, though, if I told you everything about me right off the bat.
EVE: So, you want to be a little mysterious, hmmm?
JORDAN: (SHRUGGING) Nah, there's just not that much to tell.
EVE: Oh, I find that hard to believe.
JORDAN: Believe it. (BEAT) I should save something for...
EVE: For what?
JORDAN: For later. (BEAT) What about you? What do you do for fun?
EVE: Me? Well...
EVE PAUSES TO CONTEMPLATE.
JORDAN: Uh-huh. (BEAT) You're looking pretty black yourself, there, Ms. Pot.
EVE: Ha ha. (BEAT) I guess it's been a while since I've really had fun.
JORDAN: Well, you need to get out and enjoy yourself more, Eve. Someone recently reminded me what they say about all work and no play...
EVE: Oh, shut up. No fair, using my own words against me.
JORDAN: Hey, if they work for me, why not for you?
EVE: I guess you do have a point...
JORDAN: So, what are we going to do about our mutual lack of social activity?
EVE: I don't know. Do you have any suggestions?
JORDAN: (LOOKING AT HIS WATCH) How about lunch? I have the next few hours free.
EVE TAKES JORDAN'S HAND AND PULLS IT CLOSE SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIS WATCH.
EVE: Damn... I'm sorry. I'd love to have lunch, but I have to go straight to work as soon as I get done here.
JORDAN: Oh. Bummer.
EVE: Can I take a rain check, though?
JORDAN: I think that can be arranged.
EVE: I wouldn't want to let you run off and live like a hermit.
JORDAN: Oh, heavens, no!
THEY SMILE.
JORDAN: (CONT'D) Why don't we make it dinner, then? (BEAT) You let me know when you have a night off from work, and we'll go check out the Salem night life.
OUT ON JORDAN.
CJ'S STUDIO/EXT. JULIE IS LEADING A BLIND-FOLDED CJ UP A FLIGHT OF STAIRS.
CJ: Are you going to hide me away in the attic, never to be heard from again?
JULIE: I can't fool you, can I? (BEAT) Of course, I am changing your name to Bobby Martin.
CJ CHUCKLES. JULIE LEADS HIM TO A DOORWAY. SHE UNLOCKS THE DOOR, OPENS IT, AND NUDGES CJ INSIDE. SHE REACHES FOR THE BLINDFOLD.
JULIE: Ready?
CJ NODS, AND JULIE REMOVES THE BLINDFOLD. CJ'S JAW DROPS IN ASTONISHMENT AS HE GETS HIS FIRST LOOK AT THE LOFT. SKYLIGHTS FLOOD THE ROOM WITH WARM SUNSHINE. THE WINDOWS THAT DOMINATE THE FAR WALL FRAME A STUNNING VIEW OF THE RIVERFRONT. CJ THEN SEES THAT THERE IS AN EASEL SET UP, WITH SEVERAL BLANK CANVASES AND NEARLY EVERY PAINTING SUPPLY IN THE WORLD ON THE WORKTABLES.
CJ: Julie, I.... How? Why? (BEAT) Wow.
HOLD ON CJ'S SHOCK.
CUT TO: DONOVAN LIVING ROOM. SHANE AND JACK. IN PROGRESS.
JACK: Yes. (BEAT) Yes, I do think that it's Steve in that picture.
SHANE LEANS OVER THE PICTURE AGAIN AND EXAMINES IT THROUGH THE MAGNIFYING GLASS.
SHANE: I'm not sure. It could be, I suppose... Maybe if an expert looked at it?
JACK: I'm one step ahead of you, there. I've already got someone working on a digital enhancement. I should have more information any day now.
SHANE: Quite frankly, Jack, this whole thing just boggles the mind.
JACK: I know. I'll let you know the minute I get the photo enhancement. In the meantime, you'll check with your sources?
SHANE: Of course, I'll put the wheels in motion immediately. (LONG BEAT) My God, Jack. What if this is Steve? What about Kayla?
JACK: I've struggled with that myself, more than you know.
SHANE: The implications...
JACK: Are many and complicated. (BEAT) But right now, our main concern should be the men in those photos. Even if Steve isn't one of them, someone should be working on getting them home.
HOLD ON JACK'S CONCERN.
CUT TO: BRADY PUB. KAYLA AND CAROLINE ARE LAUGHING OVER CAROLINE'S DRESS STORY AS BO ENTERS AND JOINS THEM.
CAROLINE: Bo, dear, I'd hoped you'd drop by today.
BO: Well, the hint about the fresh chowder was pretty strong, Ma.
KAYLA: What better way to spend your day off than visiting family and eating chowder?
BO: Lying on the beach with a leggy redhead?
BOTH WOMEN GROAN AND KAYLA PUNCHES BO ON THE ARM.
CAROLINE: Just for that, young man, no chowder for you.
BO: Awww, Maaa...
KAYLA: Just like he used to do when he was little... and he always got away with it then, too.
CAROLINE: I'm afraid it still works, Kayla. I think it's the puppy dog eyes...
BO: I do not have... Oh, well, if it gets me some chowder, I guess I do have puppy dog eyes.....
CAROLINE: Now who's hinting? Can I get you any, Kayla?
KAYLA: No, thanks, Ma.
CAROLINE GOES OFF TO THE KITCHEN TO GET BO'S CHOWDER.
BO: So, if I had to guess, I'd say you and Ma were talking about wedding stuff when I came in.
KAYLA: I can't imagine how you'd know that...
BO: Probably because that's all you and Ma have talked about since Marcus proposed.
KAYLA: This wedding thing takes a lot of work.
BO: But it's worth it.
KAYLA: Oh, yes! I can't believe how happy I am, how wonderful my relationship with Marcus is!
BO: I can see. Every time you're together, you both glow. You even glow a little when you're apart. I'm glad I know it's love, and not radioactivity.
KAYLA: Bo!
BO: Seriously, I'm glad you're happy, and I'm glad your fiancé is such a great guy.
KAYLA: You really do like him, don't you?
BO: What's not to like? He's smart, successful, fun, kind, and most importantly, he dotes on you and my darling niece. Ma loves him, and even Pop has come around.
KAYLA: He really has settled into being part of the Brady clan, hasn't he?
BO: After a rough start with Pop... which Marcus handled very well, I might add.
KAYLA: He did, didn't he? He's not used to family dynamics, but since he doesn't have a family of his own, it was that much more important to me that he feel comfortable with mine.
BO: I can see that.
KAYLA: And the best part is, I never thought I'd find love like this again... after Steve. It's like a gift from heaven.
BO: And you deserve it, sis.
OUT ON THE TWO OF THEM.
BRADY PUB. KAYLA AND BO. IN PROGRESS.
KAYLA: I'm not the only lucky one, though.
BO: What do you mean?
KAYLA: I mean it'll happen for you, too. (BEAT) Someday, you'll find that kind of love again.
BO: I don't think so. (BEAT) No one could ever replace Hope.
KAYLA: Of course not, that's not what I meant. (BEAT) It's never exactly the same, but that doesn't mean it can't make you feel just as good.
BO: Maybe not, but there's no guarantee that it can, either.
KAYLA SIGHS.
BO: (CONT'D) Listen, Kay, I appreciate your trying to cheer me up, but it's pretty tough for me to be optimistic about love. (BEAT) After Hope was gone, I didn't think there'd ever be anyone who could make me feel that way again. Then Carly came along, and I started to think maybe I was wrong.
KAYLA: Bo...
BO: What a disaster that turned out to be.
KAYLA: Don't let what Carly did to you spoil any chance you might have in the future. (BEAT) She deceived everyone. And look what she did to John.
BO: Doesn't say much for my character judgment, does it?
KAYLA: Don't blame yourself because Carly was such a deceitful, manipulative... witch.
BO: I blame myself for not seeing it.
KAYLA: You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Or the rest of the world, for that matter. (BEAT) I believe there's someone out there who can make you happy again. And you'll find her. It's just a matter of time.
BO: I can see it's pointless to argue with you...
KAYLA: (SMILING) Because you know I'm right.
BO: No, because I know you won't give in.
KAYLA: You're right about that.
BO: Besides, you're getting married. You're not exactly objective about love right now.
KAYLA: Hey, give me a break! I'm just as objective as the next person...
BO: Come on, Kay... Everything's coming up roses for you right now, admit it.
KAYLA: (SMILING) Well, it is really easy for me to look on the bright side of things...
BO: Uh-huh. (BEAT) It's not as easy for some of us.
KAYLA: This sounds like something more than just being upset about Carly.
BO: I dunno...
KAYLA: Come on, Bo, you can tell me. (BEAT) Maybe I can help.
BO: No, you can't. (BEAT) Maybe it would help to talk about it, though.
KAYLA: You'll never know until you try.
BO: It's about the carjacking. And the shooting.
KAYLA: What about it?
BO: I didn't... (LONG BEAT) I mean, I don't... I don't understand why everyone's talking about it like it's some great thing. It really isn't. It's depressing.
KAYLA: You did what you had to do in order to save Leigh McCloud's life. You're a hero. How can that be depressing?
BO: Why does everyone think that shooting someone is so damned heroic? When you're out there, facing off with a gunman, you're not thinking about heroism. You're not thinking about anything! It's just instinct. (BEAT) I could just as easily have missed, or not shot at all! What then?
HOLD ON BO'S QUESTION.
CUT TO: DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES. EVE AND JORDAN ARE STILL IN LINE. IN PROGRESS.
EVE: I'd love to have dinner with you, Jordan. Now all we have to do is somehow get our schedules to cooperate.
JORDAN: Like I said, just let me know when you're available. I'm sure I can work something out.
EVE: Tell you what...
EVE TEARS A LITTLE PIECE OF THE FLAP OFF HER RENEWAL NOTICE ENVELOPE AND JOTS DOWN HER PHONE NUMBER.
EVE: (CONT'D) Here's my number...
JORDAN: 555-2733.
EVE: (SURPRISED) How did you know...?
JORDAN: Your renewal form. (BEAT) I have a knack for remembering numbers.
EVE: I'm impressed. (HOLDING UP THE SCRAP OF PAPER) I guess you won't be needing this, then?
JORDAN: Oh, I'll take it, anyway. Just in case.
EVE HANDS THE PAPER TO JORDAN.
EVE: I want you to give me a call when this project of yours is done.
JORDAN: We don't have to wait for...
EVE: (INTERRUPTING) No, don't go rearranging your work schedule. I don't want you to be distracted.
JORDAN: (SMILING) Never gonna happen, my friend.
EVE: We'll just make sure it doesn't.
JORDAN: If that's the way you want it, then okay. When the project is done.
EVE: Good.
JORDAN: So, how long have you lived in Salem, anyway?
EVE: Way too long! (BEAT) No, seriously, it's not a bad little town. My dad moved here years ago, and I sort of... followed him.
JORDAN: Sounds like there's a story there.
EVE: There is. (BEAT) But later. I have to save a few things, too.
JORDAN: Touché. (BEAT) But tell me... what is it, exactly, that your dad does? I know he's some kind of operative...
EVE: He's a captain in the I.S.A.
JORDAN: The I.S.A.? Really!
EVE: Do you know of the I.S.A...
JORDAN: (SMILING) Ahhhhh, just a little.
EVE: Oooh, a man of mystery. Strange contracting, connections to the I.S.A... I am intrigued.
JORDAN: Good. And I have a surprise for you.
EVE: Surprise? What?
JORDAN: Turn around.
EVE TURNS AND FINDS SHE'S NEXT IN LINE. SHE SMILES HAPPILY.
EVE: Thanks.
JORDAN: (SHRUGGING) I didn't make the line move.
EVE: No, but you made the wait much more interesting.
JORDAN: I could say the same for you, Eve.
FINALLY, IT IS EVE'S TURN. SHE COMPLETES HER LISENCE RENEWAL TRANSACTION WITH THE GLOWERING D.M.V. EMPLOYEE AND TURNS BACK TO JORDAN.
EVE: I'll be hearing from you soon, I hope.
JORDAN: Count on it.
EVE: Well... 'Bye.
JORDAN: 'Bye.
EVE TURNS AND HEADS FOR THE EXIT. SHE LOOKS BACK AND WAVES HAPPILY TO JORDAN AS SHE LEAVES. HOLD ON EVE'S WIDE GRIN.
CUT TO: BRADY PUB. BO AND KAYLA. IN PROGRESS.
BO: What if I hadn't... what if the perp wasn't shot? Would Leigh be dead? Would Bob? Would I??
KAYLA: (CONFUSED) But... you did.
BO: But what if I'd screwed up big-time, and not fired?
KAYLA: How can we know? It didn't happen that way. You fired.
BO: Yeah.
KAYLA: Sadly, you did kill the carjacker. (BEAT) But you saved Leigh. She's still around, running EcoSystems. And, as Ma tells me, taking you out to dinner to express her gratitude.
BO: It was just dinner.
KAYLA: "Just dinner." Just dinner with a smart, talented and beautiful woman whose life you saved. Why didn't you tell me about it?
BO: It seems you found out anyway...
KAYLA: But I would rather have heard from you. (GRINNING) My little brother might be starting a romance, and I have to hear it from Ma?
BO: Romance?! Oh, Kayla, no way! Leigh's a bigwig, a high-powered executive. You think she'd be interested in a beat cop?
KAYLA: You never know...
BO: Oh, right. I can just see our stimulating conversations. She's talking about mergers and deals and stuff, and all I have to contribute is how many muggers and junkies I've caught... There's no way, just no way.
KAYLA: Why does it sound like you're trying to convince yourself, Bo Brady?
OUT ON KAYLA'S QUESTION.
EUTERPE. ROBERT IS SITTING AT THE BAR, WATCHING AS THE LUNCH RUSH GETS BUSIER AND BUSIER. IAN WALKS UP TO ROBERT AND HANDS HIM A GLASS OF CRANBERRY JUICE.
ROBERT: Thank you, Ian.
IAN: You looked like you could use a drink.
ROBERT: Could I hope that you've splashed a little something extra into the glass?
IAN: Sorry, Robert. Doug would never forgive me.
ROBERT: Ah, well. (TAKING A SIP OF THE JUICE) All this health may actually start to do some good for me.
IAN: How are you doing? We really miss you around here.
ROBERT: Not as much as I miss being here. I miss the excitement of the club.
IAN: Excitement? I'd say this is more like craziness.
ROBERT: I'll take it. You know the most exciting part of my day is finding out that Oprah isn't a re-run?
IAN: Hey, I hear that today's show is about sons who marry their mother's cousin's best friends.
ROBERT LAUGHS AND TAKES ANOTHER SIP OF HIS JUICE.
IAN: (CONT'D) Don't worry, Robert. You'll be back here working soon enough. After the performance you and Doug just gave, it shouldn't be too long.
ROBERT: I hope so. (SIGHS) I'm bored to death these days.
HOLD ON ROBERT.
CUT TO: BRADY PUB. KAYLA AND BO. IN PROGRESS.
KAYLA: Come on, Bo...
JOHN WALKS IN THE DOOR. BO WAVES HIM OVER.
BO: Look, Sis, John's here. (BEAT) John! Come on and join us.
JOHN SITS DOWN NEXT TO BO.
JOHN: Thanks, Bo... You sure this is okay with you, Kayla? (BEAT) It's obvious that Mr. Subtle, here, is using me as a way to get out of something.
KAYLA: I wouldn't worry about it... He's only getting a temporary reprieve.
BO GRIMACES.
KAYLA: So, John... I still haven't gotten to hear all the gossip about your trip. (BEAT) I heard something about an island romance?
JOHN: (SIGHING) Yeah, well... it didn't work out. (BEAT) So, is Stephanie excited about the wedding?
KAYLA: It's all she talks about. (BEAT) She's looked through about a million bridal magazines with me over the past few weeks, and can't wait to get all dressed up herself.
BO: Just to warn you, Kay... your nephew may balk at having to wear a tie.
JOHN: Don't you mean his father?
BO GIVES JOHN A PLAYFUL SHOVE. CAROLINE AND SHAWN EMERGE FROM THE KITCHEN AND JOIN THEIR FAMILY. CAROLINE HAS A BOWL OF CHOWDER.
SHAWN: Ah, Caroline, it's so good to see the children acting normally, ain't it?
CAROLINE: It most certainly is.
CAROLINE PLACES THE BOWL IN FRONT OF BO.
CAROLINE: (CONT'D) There you go, dear.
BO: Thanks, Ma.
CAROLINE: John, would you like some chowder?
JOHN: No, thanks, I'm fine.
CAROLINE: (SIGHS) Seeing you all together like this makes me that much more anxious for Roman and Kimmie to get here.
BO: Soon, Ma, soon. They'll be here for the wedding.
SHAWN: Well, this old Irish fool can't wait for them to get here. Having all five of my kids here... It'll be grand.
SHAWN LOOKS DOWN AT JOHN AND SMILES.
CAROLINE: And don't forget your grandchildren, Shawn. (BEAT) It's just too bad that it looks like Carrie won't be back in time.
KAYLA: She needs the time with her mother more than a room full of wacky Bradys.
BO: Now there's a frightening thought.
HOLD ON EVERYONE'S LAUGHTER.
CUT TO: CJ'S STUDIO. CJ CONTINUES TO LOOK AROUND IN AWE. HE GOES OVER AND CHECKS OUT THE CANVASES.
CJ: Julie, how? When?
JULIE: I saw this place a few weeks ago when we were scouting locations for a photo shoot. As soon as you mentioned painting again, I knew this place would be perfect.
CJ: But all these supplies! These brushes can only be found in Spain.
JULIE: I have plenty of contacts, darling. It was simply a matter of making a few calls. I was more than happy to do it.
CJ: (TAKING OUT HIS CHECKBOOK) Thank you for doing all this for me. I'll write you a check right away.
JULIE TAKES THE CHECKBOOK OUT OF CJ'S HANDS AND RETURNS IT TO HIS POCKET.
JULIE: Oh, no, you don't. This is all my treat.
CJ: Absolutely not! I can't possibly accept all this. You forget, I know what all this stuff costs.
JULIE: I insist. It would be my supreme pleasure to give you this gift.
CJ: (GRINNING) Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?
CJ PICKS JULIE UP IN HIS ARMS AND SPINS HER AROUND AND AROUND.
JULIE: (LAUGHING) CJ! Put me down!
CJ STOPS SPINNING.
CJ: Not a chance. In case you can't tell, I'm sweeping you off your feet.
CJ SPINS JULIE ONCE MORE WITH A WHOOP. SHE SHRIEKS WITH LAUGHTER. HE STOPS AGAIN AND LOOKS INTO JULIE'S EYES.
JULIE: Okay, I'm swept! Please, put me down.
CJ: (CONT'D) It's the very least I can do for the woman who gives me all this and more. (BEAT) Much more.
HOLD ON THE TWO OF THEM, LAUGHING AND BREATHLESS. AND OUT. FADE TO BLACK.