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An ALT.DAYS Production,
A Division of Peel Productions, Inc.
Air Date: June 9, 1995
Time: Several Days After #100,
Morning to Afternoon
Copyright 1995
SALEM PLACE. CAROLINE AND KAYLA ARE WALKING THROUGH THE MALL. KAYLA IS TICKING THINGS OFF ON HER FINGERS AS CAROLINE CHECKS THINGS OFF ON A LIST.
KAYLA: Okay, we've got the florist all finished. Thank goodness they can get enough orchids. We dropped off Pop's measurements at the tux shop. And we made arrangements for our hair. (BEAT) What's next on the list, Ma?
CAROLINE: Shoes, bridesmaid's gifts, a dress that meets with Stephanie's approval...
KAYLA: (INTERRUPTING) Didn't I say she'd hate that dress we found on the first day out? I loved it, but if she's going to fuss all day...
CAROLINE: We also have to finalize the menu with the caterer, and confirm the wedding cake with the baker.
KAYLA LOOKS HEAVENWARD.
KAYLA: Ma! How are we going to get all this done on time?! I'm beginning to think Marcus is right and we should just elope.
CAROLINE: Don't you dare! I'll wring your neck. Not to mention what your father would do to you. And your brothers and sister.
KAYLA: (SMILING) I know. That's what I told Marcus.
KAYLA HUGS CAROLINE.
KAYLA: (CONT'D) I could never do anything as important as getting married without the whole Brady clan by my side.
KAYLA SUDDENLY CLUTCHES CAROLINE'S SHOULDERS.
KAYLA: (CONT'D) Ma, look! Look over there!
CAROLINE: (TURNING AROUND) Where?
KAYLA: There! That dress, it's perfect for Stephanie!
CAROLINE AND KAYLA MOVE CLOSER TO THE SHOP WINDOW AND PEER INSIDE AT A ROSE-COLORED LACE AND SATIN DRESS WITH TINY ROSEBUDS TRIMMING THE SLEEVES AND NECKLINE.
CAROLINE: That is a Stephanie dress, all right. And she did say she wanted pink, since it's her favorite color...
KAYLA HAS MOVED TO ANOTHER PART OF THE WINDOW DISPLAY. SHE REACHES OUT AND GRABS CAROLINE, PULLING HER OVER.
KAYLA: Ma, ma! Come over here! Look at these chokers! That's what the bridesmaids dresses need! They'll look great with that neckline!
CAROLINE: I like them. They're all different. And those earrings will look nice with your dress, too...
KAYLA STARTS TWITCHING WITH EXCITEMENT. SHE HUGS CAROLINE AGAIN.
KAYLA: I've got to go and call Calliope and see if she can get down here right away. This is going to be wonderful! Everything is falling into place!
KAYLA RUNS OFF TO THE PAY PHONE. HOLD ON CAROLINE, LEANING AGAINST THE SHOP WINDOW AND WATCHING KAYLA WITH A SMILE OF RELIEF.
CUT TO: SALEM POLICE DEPARTMENT. BO IS FILLING OUT A COMPLEX FORM WHICH HAS SEVERAL COPIES UNDERNEATH. HE WRITES IN A WORD, THEN SCOWLS. HE LOOKS OVER AT JOE, WHO IS TYPING UP A REPORT NEARBY.
BO: Joe, I just made a mistake on this form for City Hall. You got any white-out?
JOE: Yeah, but it won't help you.
BO: Why not?
JOE: Because it says plainly in that little tiny print on the bottom that there must be no errors or corrections on the form.
BO: So what do I do?
JOE: The form. Over again. From the top.
BO: Awww, shi..
BO SEES JANET PASS BY WITH A WELL-DRESSED INTERNAL AFFAIRS OFFICER WHO HE INTERVIEWED WITH AFTER THE SHOOTING.
BO: (CONT'D) ... ft... it's the shift key, Joe!
JANET AND THE INTERNAL AFFAIRS OFFICER DISAPPEAR INTO JANET'S OFFICE.
JOE: Good save, Bo.
BOB COMES IN.
BOB: Bo! How's about we grab some lunch, partner? I hear the Flying Burrito's pretty good...
BO: Are you joking? Eat? When Commander Yamada and that I.A. guy are about to come out and annouce my firing?
BOB: Come on, Bo, you know that's not how it'll go.
BO: (STARING DOWN THE HALL AT JANET'S OFFICE) Right.
BOB: You don't need burritos, you need Alice Horton's donuts!
BOB MOCK-GRABS BO AND PRETENDS TO DRAG HIM FROM HIS CHAIR.
BOB: You're going out to lunch with me and for some fresh air, and that's all there is to it.
HOLD ON BO'S CONCERNED LOOK DOWN THE HALLWAY.
CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS AT HIS COMPUTER. HE IS INTENTLY STARING AT THE SCREEN. HE IS ABOUT TO START TYPING WHEN HIS INTERCOM BUZZES.
JACK: Yes?
LISA: (V.O.) Mrs. Johnson is here to see you.
JACK: Great. Send her in.
JO ENTERS. JACK DOES NOT LOOK UP FROM THE COMPUTER.
JO: Hi, son. I hope I'm not interrupting.
JACK: (STILL STARING AT THE SCREEN) Nonsense. It's always good to see you.
JO: Are you sure? I can always come back later...
JACK: (TYPING) Now's fine. What can I do for you?
JO: It's all right if you want me to come back.
JACK STOPS TYPING. HE PAUSES, THEN ROLLS HIS CHAIR AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER AND LOOKS AT JO.
JACK: Now is a perfect time. What brings me the pleasure of your company?
JO: I wanted to make sure you weren't so busy you forgot your sister's fifth wedding anniversary.
JACK: Correction. The fifth anniversary of her second wedding to Justin. (BEAT) And, like last year, I remembered on my own.
JO: Good for you, son.
JACK: I'll call her later to make sure the fruit basket and macadamia nuts arrived safely.
JO: Macadamia...? Never mind. (BEAT) Are you okay? You seem a little distracted.
JACK: Me? Nonsense. I'm fine.
JO: Well, you're acting a little funny.
JACK: It's your company that fills me with such boundless joy that I can't contain myself.
JO: Well, save some of that boundless joy for the party.
JACK: Party? What party?
JO: For the bachelor party, of course... You're Marcus's best man. That makes you responsible for throwing the bachelor party.
OUT ON JACK'S SUDDEN PANIC.
JACK'S OFFICE. JACK AND JO. IN PROGRESS.
JACK: Bachelor party?
JO: Yes, a bachelor party. Have you started planning it yet?
JACK: Not exactly.
JO: What do you mean, "not exactly"?
JACK: I mean I haven't started planning... anything.
JO: Jack, this is your responsibility! You are the best man, after all.
JACK: I fully realize my role in this wedding. It's just that I... I don't believe in bachelor parties. Remember?
JO: What are you talking about? Every groom has a bachelor party. Even you had one. And if I'm not mistaken, it was Marcus who gave it to you.
JACK: Yes, but it was merely a hurried affair at the Cheatin' Heart.
JO: But you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?
JACK: I couldn't speak, and everybody there made fun of me. The only good that came out of it was that Marcus agreed to be my best man.
JO: See?
JACK: What am I supposed to see?
JENNIFER ENTERS JACK'S OFFICE.
JACK: (CONT'D) As far as I'm concerned, bachelor parties are outated, boorish affairs that I, for one, do not enjoy.
JENNIFER: Jack Harcourt Deveraux, that's not true and you know it.
BOTH JACK AND JO TURN TO FACE JENNIFER.
JO: Good. Finally, somebody who can talk some sense into this son of mine.
JACK: What is this? Gang Up on Jack Day?
JENNIFER: We're not ganging up on you. I don't think you're being honest. You enjoy bachelor parties, just like any other man.
JACK: Oh, I do, do I?
JENNIFER: Yes, you do.
JO: I can see that you two have things to discuss, so I'll just...
JENNIFER: You don't have to leave, Jo.
JO: Actually, I'm meeting Vern for lunch. He said something about trying the Flying Burrito. I'll talk to you two later.
JO MAKES A QUICK EXIT.
JACK: Now, what is this about you knowing more than I do about what I enjoy?
JENNIFER: I'm your wife, Jack. I know you.
JACK: Yes, but...
JENNIFER: That's not the point. It doesn't matter whether or not you admit to liking bachelor parties.
JACK: (SOTTO VOCE) I don't.
JENNIFER: (IGNORING JACK'S COMMENT) The point is that you need to do something about Marcus' bachelor party. The wedding is coming up soon.
JACK: Please, don't remind me of the wedding's proximity.
JACK SIGHS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR. HOLD ON JACK.
CUT TO: JULIE'S OFFICE. JULIE AND RICHARD ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A DISCUSSION.
RICHARD: And I'd like to run the piece on the Internet on page fourteen. The interviews have been quite interesting...
JULIE: How so?
RICHARD: Well, on one hand, you have those people who are concerned about government restricting the relatively free flow of information that exists now. (BEAT) On the other hand, you have people who are worried that the free flow of information means easy access to material that they see as "objectionable"...
JULIE: Like...?
RICHARD: Ahhh... Think "adult entertainment." A lot of parents out there don't want their children seeing that kind of material.
JULIE: I can understand that.
RICHARD: Then again, who's to say where to draw the line? Whose job is it to determine what's objectionable and what isn't?
JULIE: Good point. (BEAT) You've got me intrigued...
RICHARD: That's the idea.
JULIE: I like it. An entire culture, inside your computer. (BEAT) Fascinating...
THE INTERCOM BUZZES. JULIE PRESSES THE BUTTON.
JULIE: (CONT'D) Yes, Lucille?
LUCILLE: (V.O.) Ms. Bellafiore is here to see you.
RICHARD RAISES AN EYEBROW.
JULIE: (LOOKING AT HER WATCH) Oh, my... I didn't realize the time. (BEAT) Thank you, Lucille. Send her in.
RICHARD: I'm almost afraid to ask...
THE DOOR OPENS AND ASHLEY ENTERS.
ASHLEY: (SMILING) Hi, Julie! I'm here for...
ASHLEY SEES RICHARD. HER SMILE FADES.
ASHLEY: (CONT'D) Lunch.
JULIE: Great. Richard, I want you to run with this. We'll talk later this afternoon, okay?
RICHARD: Sure. (TURNING TO ASHLEY) Hello, Ashley.
ASHLEY GLANCES COLDLY AT RICHARD AND THEN LOOKS AT JULIE.
ASHLEY: So, Julie, are you ready to go?
JULIE LOOKS SUSPICIOUSLY AT ASHLEY, THEN AT RICHARD.
JULIE: Is... something going on here?
RICHARD: I'm not sure... (TO ASHLEY) I thought we called a truce.
ASHLEY: You called a truce.
JULIE: Perhaps you two should discuss this in private...
ASHLEY: No, that's okay. There's really nothing to discuss. Richard, here, is being a big-time chauvanist pig, and I'm just not going to talk to him until he wakes up and gets a clue.
RICHARD: That's gratitude for you. All I'm trying to do is save you from your own stubborn pride...
ASHLEY: (INTERRUPTING) And all I'm trying to do is my job! Tell me, is this going to be the same broken-record, holier-than-thou boring lecture that you gave me the other day, or do you have something new to say?
RICHARD: I'll keep saying the same thing until you start listening!
ASHLEY: Then you're going to be talking a helluva long time, because I don't want to hear it...
RICHARD: (STANDING UP) That's exactly my point! You never listen to what anyone else has to say...
JULIE: (INTERRUPTING) Ah, excuse me, you two!
RICHARD AND ASHLEY SETTLE DOWN.
RICHARD: Sorry, Julie.
JULIE: I would really appreciate it if you two would continue this in another place at another time.
ASHLEY: Sure. Sorry.
JULIE LOOKS AT THE TWO OF THEM DISAPPROVINGLY. THEY SHIFT UNCOMFORTABLY. HOLD ON JULIE.
CUT TO: ALICE'S RESTAURANT. BO AND BOB SIT AT ONE OF THE BOOTHS. JONAH WALKS UP TO THEIR TABLE AND HANDS THEM MENUS.
BOB: How's life treatin' you, Jonah?
JONAH: All right, I guess.
BO: It's summer break now, isn't it?
JONAH: Yup, and it's certainly nice not to have classes for a while. (BEAT) Say, is that brother of mine giving everybody a hard time already?
BOB: Oh, he's working on it.
JONAH: I think he enjoys it.
BO: Let's hope not too much.
JONAH: Right. (BEAT) I'll be back in a snap to take your orders.
AFTER JONAH WALKS AWAY, BO TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND TRIES TO STUDY THE MENU. ALICE WALKS UP TO THEIR TABLE.
ALICE: Good day, officers.
BOB: How are you, Mrs. Horton?
ALICE: I'm doing well, thank you.
ALICE NOTICES BO'S NERVOUSNESS.
ALICE: (CONT'D) Are you okay, Bo? You look upset.
BO: I have a feeling I.A. is gonna decide my fate real soon.
BOB: I keep telling you there's nothing to worry about.
ALICE: Officer Wisniewski is right. You didn't do anything wrong, so you have nothing to worry about.
BO GIVES BOB A DESPERATE LOOK.
BO: I hope so.
ALICE: Make sure and let me know what happens, dear.
ALICE PLACES A REASSURING HAND ON BO'S SHOULDER.
ALICE: (CONT'D) Remember, you're a part of my family. The Hortons will always be there for you, should you need us.
BO: Thanks, Mrs. H. That means a lot to me.
A CLAMOR IS HEARD IN THE KITCHEN.
ALICE: I can see I'm needed in the back. Take care, both of you.
ALICE GOES BACK TO THE KITCHEN AND JONAH RETURNS TO TAKE BO AND BOB'S ORDER. BO SIGHS AND APPEARS MORE RELAXED. OUT ON BO AND BOB, ORDERING THEIR LUNCH.
SALEM PLACE. CAROLINE AND KAYLA ARE SITTING ON A BENCH WHEN CALLIOPE ARRIVES, RUSHED AND OUT OF BREATH. SHE IS WEARING SHORTS AND A SHIRT, DECORATED IN BOLD TROPICAL OCEAN SCENES. A SUN-HAT, COMPLETE WITH A PALM TREE AND BEACH TOWEL, PERCHES ON HER HEAD. HER EARRINGS ARE TWO TINY SURFERS ON SURFBOARDS.
CALLIOPE: Wow, when you two hit the jackpot, you really hit it! You've solved all our wedding party dress problems in one blow?
KAYLA: I think so!
KAYLA AND CAROLINE LEAD CALLIOPE TO THE STORE WINDOW.
KAYLA: (CONT'D) See...? Isn't that dress just perfect for Stephanie?
CALLIOPE: Almost to the last satin rose! I love it. And let me guess, those chokers for Kim and the bridesmaids?
CAROLINE: Yes, indeed!
CALLIOPE LETS OUT A WHOOP AND GIVES KAYLA AND CAROLINE A HIGH-FIVE.
CALLIOPE: Ladies, I think our wedding party dress blues are just about over.
KAYLA: Let's go in and finish it!
CAROLINE: I'm so glad this part is done.
CALLIOPE: Me, too! I was totally at a loss about what to do for Stephanie.
KAYLA: But you said you had several ideas...
CALLIOPE: With as nervous and jumpy as you've been about this wedding, you think I'm going to tell you I'm stumped?
HOLD ON THE THREE WOMEN, LAUGHING AS THEY GO INTO THE STORE.
CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK AND JENNIFER. IN PROGRESS.
JENNIFER: I know that you'd rather the wedding wasn't so soon. (BEAT) But can't you be happy for Kayla and Marcus?
JACK: It's not that. I'm happy that they're happy. It's just...
JENNIFER: That you can't be happy for them until you know about Steve.
JACK: (SIGHS) Yes.
JENNIFER: I've decided that it simply can't be Steve. If Steve were still alive, somebody would have known before now. It's been four years, for God's sake!
JACK: Four years, seven months, two weeks...
JENNIFER: (INTERRUPTING) Jack, listen to yourself. You're letting your emotions get the best of you.
JACK: There was a time when you wanted me to go with my emotions. (BEAT) You're wrong, Jennifer. Steve is alive and he needs me.
JENNIFER: I believe there are men there that need us to bring them home. But I do not believe that Steve is one of them. And no amount of wishing on your part can make it so.
HOLD ON JENNIFER'S DETERMINATION.
CUT TO: JULIE'S OFFICE. RICHARD HAS RETURNED TO HIS SEAT. ASHLEY IS NOW STANDING RIGHT BESIDE THE DOOR.
JULIE: Are you both calmed down now? (BEAT) I don't care to play referee while you two bicker...
RICHARD/ ASHLEY: (IN UNISON) Yes, Julie.
JULIE TAKES HER PURSE OUT OF HER DESK AND STARTS TO WALK TOWARD ASHLEY.
JULIE: I should be back in about an hour and a half, Richard.
RICHARD: No problem, Jul...
RICHARD STOPS, MID-WORD.
RICHARD: (CONT'D) Oh no... (LOOKING TO ASHLEY) This is the lunch, isn't it?
ASHLEY: Why, yes it is, Richard, but don't worry... I'll only tell Julie your most embarrassing secrets.
JULIE: (SMILING) Goodbye, darling.
JULIE AND ASHLEY LAUGH AS THEY EXIT THE OFFICE. RICHARD SLUMPS DOWN IN THE CHAIR.
RICHARD: I'm a dead man.
OUT ON RICHARD'S WORRY.
DONOVAN HOUSE. EVE WALKS IN THE FRONT DOOR AND PLACES HER PURSE ON A NEARBY TABLE. SIMMONS WALKS INTO THE FOYER AND GREETS HER.
SIMMONS: Were you able to finish all your errands, Ms. Donovan?
EVE: No. I must've gone to five different stores, and none of them had what I needed.
SIMMONS: I'm sorry you were unsuccessful.
EVE: Yeah, well I'm not surprised. Today doesn't seem like my day.
SIMMONS: Yes, well... The day isn't over yet. Perhaps it will improve.
EVE: I won't hold my breath.
SIMMONS: If you need anything, I'll be in the pantry. (BEAT) Oh, and there was a phone call for you earlier.
EVE: Don't tell me... Doug called and wants me to come in early?
SIMMONS: No, it was a Mr. Jordan Scott. His number is next to the telephone.
EVE SMILES AT THE MENTION OF JORDAN'S NAME. AFTER SIMMONS GOES INTO THE PANTRY, EVE WALKS OVER TO THE TELEPHONE AND PICKS UP THE NOTE WITH JORDAN'S NUMBER. SHE DIALS. TWO-WAY.
JORDAN: Hello?
EVE: Hi, Jordan. It's Eve Donovan.
JORDAN: Hi, Eve. Thanks for calling me back. (BEAT) I know it's a little last-minute, but I was wondering if you're free today for a late lunch?
EVE: That sounds great. I've got some time before I have to be at work.
JORDAN: Any suggestions? I'm afraid I can't be of much help. All my lunches lately have come out of brown paper sacks.
EVE: How about meeting me at Euterpe? That way, I won't have to rush off and drive to work.
JORDAN: Sounds good. I'll see you soon.
EVE: See you.
EVE HANGS UP THE TELEPHONE. HOLD ON EVE'S SMILE.
CUT TO: ALICE'S RESTAURANT. JONAH IS CARRYING A TRAY OF FOOD OVER TO BO AND BOB.
JONAH: A double cheeseburger with everything, onion rings, and a chocolate shake for you, Officer Wisniewski...
JONAH PUTS THE PLATES AND GLASS IN FRONT OF BOB.
JONAH: (CONT'D) And an order of cheese fries for you, Bo...
BO NODS AS JONAH PUTS THE PLATE IN FRONT OF HIM.
JONAH: Let me know if I can get you anything else.
JONAH LEAVES TO CHECK ON HIS OTHER CUSTOMERS. BOB DIGS IN TO HIS FOOD, WHILE BO TOYS WITH HIS FRIES.
BOB: (CONT'D) So... do you like the Rockets or the Magic?
BO CONTINUES TO PLAY WITH HIS FOOD.
BOB: (CONT'D) And what about that wacky Bob Dole, huh?
BO FINALLY PICKS UP A FRY AND EATS IT.
BOB: (CONT'D, SOTTO VOCE) Come on, Brady... (TO BO) Hey, Bo?
BO FINALLY HEARS BOB AND STARES AT HIM.
BOB: (CONT'D) Everything's going to be okay, Bo... I just know it.
HOLD ON BOB'S ASSURANCE.
CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS AT HIS DESK.
JACK: Bachelor party... Bachelor party... I can't believe I've gotten myself into this...
HE LEANS BACK IN HIS CHAIR.
JACK: (CONT'D) But I have, so I suppose I'd better do something... Where do I start? (BEAT) Location. We need someplace to hold this shindig...
HE SITS UP STRAIGHT AND SNAPS HIS FINGERS.
JACK: (CONT'D) I've got it!
HE PICKS UP THE PHONE AND DIALS. TWO-WAY.
IAN: Good afternoon, Euterpe. Can I help you?
JACK: I certainly hope so. Could I speak to Doug Williams, please?
IAN: Who may I say is calling?
JACK: Jack Deveraux.
IAN: Hold on just a minute, Mr. Deveraux.
JACK: Thank you.
AT EUTERPE, DOUG TAKES THE PHONE.
DOUG: Hello, Jack.
JACK: Good afternoon, Doug. How are you doing?
DOUG: Just fine, thanks. And you?
JACK: Well, actually, I'm in need of a little assistance.
DOUG: What's up?
JACK: As you know, Kayla and Marcus are getting married at the end of this month.
DOUG: Yes, Kayla called about some catering...
JACK: Well, as the best man, it's my responsibility to organize a bachelor party for the groom, and I'm looking for a place to hold it.
DOUG: And you'd like to have the party here?
JACK: If it wouldn't be too much trouble.
DOUG: (SMILING) That depends on how wild of a party you intend on having...
JACK: Well, I... ah... I don't really know. (BEAT) I've never thrown a bachelor party before.
DOUG: Oh... Well, what was your bachelor party like?
JACK: It was sort of a last-minute thing... Not a good example of planning, I'm afraid.
DOUG: Sometimes those are the best.
JACK: Perhaps, but I'd prefer to be prepared, since I'm new at this.
DOUG: Of course. I'd be happy to reserve the private dining room for you. On what evening would you like to have it?
JACK: Um... (BEAT) What would you recommend?
DOUG: Well, many people like to have the bachelor party the night before the wedding. However, I don't think Kayla would appreciate a groom with a hangover on her wedding day.
JACK: I'm sure she wouldn't. (BEAT) Not that I'm planning anything like that...
DOUG: But it's wise to be prepared for any eventuality. How about a week prior to the wedding?
JACK: I suppose that would be all right.
DOUG: Excellent.
JACK: Oh, and... Doug?
DOUG: Yes?
JACK: About the fee for the room... Is there any kind of a Horton family discount?
DOUG: (CHUCKLING) I'm sure we can work something out...
JACK: Good. I...
JACK PAUSES AS JENNIFER ENTERS HIS OFFICE.
JACK: (CONT'D) Doug, how about if I call you a little later to discuss the details? Jennifer just arrived...
DOUG: Sure, Jack. I'll talk to you later. Tell Jennifer "hello" for me.
JACK: I'll do that. Goodbye.
JACK HANGS UP THE PHONE. JENNIFER SITS DOWN OPPOSITE JACK.
JACK: (CONT'D) Doug says hello.
JENNIFER: Oh... What kind of details are you going to be discussing?
JACK: Arrangements for Marcus' bachelor party. I've reserved the private dining room at Euterpe.
JENNIFER: You mean, Jo and I actually got through to you?
JACK ROLLS HIS EYES.
JENNIFER: (CONT'D) While we're on the subject, did you remember Justin and Adrienne's anniversary today?
JACK LOOKS HEAVENWARD AND SIGHS.
JACK: Do I have a sign on my forehead that says "idiot," or something?
JENNIFER: (LEANING CLOSE TO INSPECT JACK'S FOREHEAD) Well... no. Wait... No, that's just a furrow in your brow.
JACK: Yes, well... Perhaps that's from annoyance at everyone thinking I'm incapable of remembering my own sister's anniversary.
JENNIFER: Then you did remember?
JACK: Of course! I had a gift basket delivered to their house this morning, and I'll call her later.
JENNIFER: What kind of gift basket?
JACK: Oh... Fruits and nuts and things...
JENNIFER: Good. (BEAT) I'm sorry I doubted you.
JACK: Apology accepted.
HE LOOKS AT HER AND SMILES.
JENNIFER: What are you smiling about?
JACK: I was just thinking... The most vivid memories I have from Justin and Adrienne's wedding are of you.
JENNIFER: Me? I don't follow...
JACK: "What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine and sees within thine eyes the tears of two."
JENNIFER: (SMILING) I can't believe you still remember...
JACK: I could never forget. I also remember how you ran out of the church. (BEAT) And the crushed flower...
JENNIFER: (PUTTING HER HAND ON HIS) But those times are behind us. (BEAT) We're together now, and that's what really matters.
OUT ON JENNIFER.
UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL. KAYLA IS NEARLY RUNNING DOWN THE HALL. SHE TURNS A CORNER AND BUMPS INTO BILL.
KAYLA: Dr. Horton, I'm sorry. I was running a couple minutes late from lunch and I wasn't paying attention.
BILL: It's all right, Kayla. No harm done.
KAYLA: Excuse me, then. I have to get something from my office before I head off to a meeting.
KAYLA STARTS TO HEAD DOWN THE HALL.
BILL: Before you go...
KAYLA STOPS AND TURNS.
KAYLA: Yes?
BILL: I still need your time efficiency report. The one outlining how to improve the nursing staff's use of time...
KAYLA: It's nearly done. I'll have it for you by the end of the day.
KAYLA TURNS AND SCURRIES DOWN THE HALL. ALICE, NOW WEARING HER VOLUNTEER UNIFORM, ENTERS TO OVERHEAR THE LAST PART OF THE CONVERSATION. SHE CROSSES THE HALL TO TALK TO BILL.
ALICE: Hello, darling.
BILL: (HUGGING ALICE) Hi, Mom. How goes the volunteer work today?
ALICE: I just arrived a few minutes ago, so I'll have to let you know. And how is your day going?
BILL: It's going well. Busy, but well.
ALICE: Good. (BEAT) I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with Kayla. She doesn't seem herself. She's in quite a dither.
BILL: Her wedding day is coming up fast.
ALICE: Oh, of course! That explains it. (BEAT) I remember when I married your father. (SIGHS) Tom looked so handsome in his tuxedo. My mother must have gone through half a dozen handkerchiefs crying. My father had such a hard time letting go of my arm after walking me down the aisle.
BILL: Did they have doubts about you and dad marrying?
ALICE: Heavens, no! But you must have felt the same way they did when Jennifer got married. It's the feeling that you're giving up something.
BILL: Yeah. I couldn't believe my little girl was grown up enough to get married. Let alone, get married to Jack Devereaux.
ALICE: And the second time I married your father was just as wonderful. Having you and the other children and grandchildren around. Marrying my best friend, even after all the trials and tribulations of our years together.
BILL: That was a special day for all of us. (BEAT) It's right up there with the birth of my two children and the day I married Laura.
ALICE: Now, that was a special day. After all the problems nearly tearing the family apart, it was wonderful to see you and Laura get married.
BILL: I'll never forget how beautiful Laura looked that day. Or how much I loved her.
ALICE: And how much she loved you.
HOLD ON BILL, REMEMBERING.
CUT TO: EUTERPE. JULIE AND ASHLEY HAVE FINISHED THEIR LUNCH AND KEN IS IN THE PROCESS OF TAKING THEIR PLATES AWAY. KEN FINISHES LOADING HIS TRAY AND LEAVES THE TABLE.
JULIE: So... where were we?
ASHLEY: Copenhagen. (BEAT) A word of advice... don't ever let Richard order drinks for you. I had to learn this the hard way.
JULIE: Dare I ask?
ASHLEY: Little Richard was trying to impress the secretary from the Polish Embassy there. So, he starts going on and on about the enchanting beverages of Northern Europe. (BEAT) I got very scared when I was at Nick's the other night and actually saw a bottle of that stuff.
JULIE: Let me guess... Akavit?
ASHLEY: You got it. (GRIMACING) Never again. (LONG BEAT) But it must have worked, because the next thing I know, Richard has this exclusive interview with the Ambassador, himself.
JULIE: Sounds like our Richard... Are you sure that everything is going to be all right between you two?
ASHLEY: Oh, we'll be fine. It's just another example of Richard forgetting that he's not my older brother, and that I am capable of taking care of myself.
CJ AND ROBERT ENTER THE RESTAURANT AND CJ SPIES JULIE. ROBERT FOLLOWS HIS SON TO JULIE AND ASHLEY'S TABLE.
CJ: (GRINNING) Hello, ladies.
ASHLEY ROLLS HER EYES.
ROBERT: Bon jour, mes cherres.
FIRST ROBERT, THEN CJ, KISS JULIE'S HAND. ASHLEY LOOKS ON, AMUSED.
JULIE: Oh, these Frenchmen...
HOLD ON JULIE'S GRIN.
CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JENNIFER HAS LEFT, AND JACK IS AT HIS DESK. HE IS TAPPING A PENCIL ON A TABLET OF PAPER. HE STANDS UP AND PACES IN FRONT OF HIS DESK.
JACK: Okay. You have the place. The private room at Euterpe is reserved. Good start.
JACK SITS BACK DOWN AT HIS DESK.
JACK: (CONT'D) Okay. Approach this logically. What do you need at a bachelor party? Alcohol. And if you have alcohol, you'll need... aspirin.
JACK MAKES NOTES.
JACK: (CONT'D) So, we have a room... alcohol... and aspirin. I guess that finishes up that career in party planning I wanted to pursue.
JACK TAPS THE PENCIL A COUPLE OF TIMES.
JACK: (CONT'D) Think, Jack, what happened at your bachelor party? (BEAT) Scratch that. Better off forgotten...
JACK STARES OUT THE WINDOW.
JACK: (CONT'D) Okay, fine. A new approach. This party needs a theme. That'll help me think of some ideas. Great. Marcus... Plastic surgeon. Hmmmm. (BEAT) Plastic blow-up dolls, plastic forks, plastic explosives, plastic chairs, plastic coconuts, plastic grass skirts... This is not helping.
JACK LOOKS AT HIS WATCH.
JACK: (CONT'D) Time to take a break from party planning and call Adrienne.
OUT ON JACK DIALING THE PHONE.
JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS ON THE PHONE CALLING ADRIENNE. THE PHONE IS RINGING. TWO-WAY.
ADRIENNE: Kiriakis residence.
JACK: Is this the beautiful Mrs. Kiriakis?
ADRIENNE: Jack? Is that you?
JACK: How many other men call up and ask for "the beautiful Mrs. Kiriakis"?
ADRIENNE: Just one. And since he's at work, I thought this call might be him.
JACK: Justin still calls you from work after all this time?
ADRIENNE: He's a romantic, that one. And he still asks for "the beautiful Mrs. Kiriakis."
JACK: Don't all those phone calls interfere with his business?
ADRIENNE: (LAUGHING) It might. But it keeps his funny business regular. (BEAT) Before I forget, we got the basket of fruit you sent. It's beautiful. Thank you.
JACK: Happy anniversary. Did they remember to include the nuts?
ADRIENNE: The macadamia nuts? Yeah, they're there. They were a nice touch.
JACK: Thanks. I'm glad you liked them. (BEAT) So, what are those handsome nephews of mine up to?
ADRIENNE: Alexander, Joey and Victor are at school. From school, Alexander and Joey go to soccer. Victor goes to baseball. Then Joey goes to piano after soccer and Victor has guitar lessons. Alexander goes to swimming class.
JACK: How do you keep that schedule straight?
ADRIENNE: I actually had to put up a wall calendar and write it all down. One day I got a panicked call from Alexander wondering if someone was going to pick him up.
JACK: And, what's my namesake up to?
ADRIENNE: Jackson's home with me. Right now, we keep him busy helping mommy pick up his big brothers from all their activities.
JACK: (BEAT) Adrienne, there's another reason I called. I want to ask you something.
ADRIENNE: Ask away, Jack.
JACK: Do you ever think about Steve?
ADRIENNE: Oh, Jack, can you hold on just a minute? Jackson is trying to make tea out of a brown crayon and a glass of water.
HOLD ON JACK AS HE WAITS.
CUT TO: EUTERPE. ROBERT AND CJ ARE TALKING TO ASHLEY AND JULIE. IN PROGRESS.
JULIE: Ah, such fatal charm...
ROBERT LOOKS OVER AND NOTICES DOUG COMING DOWN THE STAIRS.
ROBERT: But we must watch out for the killer instincts of the lady's husband... If you will excuse me, I think I should make sure Doug knows my flirting is entirely harmless when it comes to la belle Julie...
JULIE: But of course.
ROBERT WALKS OFF TO TALK TO DOUG.
CJ: You don't mind if I join you, do you?
JULIE: Ashley?
ASHLEY: Not at all.
CJ PULLS UP A CHAIR.
CJ: I must again thank you, Julie, for my studio. I was able to do a little dabbling this morning, and the light is magnifique!
JULIE: Seeing you happy and productive is thanks enough.
CJ: Not quite. I have come up with the perfect thank-you gift.
JULIE: You really don't need...
CJ: Ahh, but I will enjoy giving you the gift as much as you will enjoy receiving it.
ASHLEY: Sounds dangerous...
CJ: Not at all. What I wish is to paint your portrait.
JULIE: My portrait? It's a lovely idea, really, but... Well, wouldn't... Ashley be a much better subject?
CJ: Ashley would be a beautiful subject, with the light just right, bold background colors... Ahh, but I mustn't get carried away. No, it is you, Julie, that I wish to capture on canvas.
JULIE: Well, darling, can I think about it?
CJ: Only if you promise your answer will be yes.
JULIE: (LOOKING AT HER WATCH) The only think I can promise is that if I don't leave now, I'll miss my 1:30 meeting, and Midsummer will be short one advertiser. Must run, darlings. Ashley, thank you for joining me. Let's do it again.
ASHLEY: Definitely. We've only scratched the surface of Hunt's reprobate past.
JULIE: CJ, I'll see you at the house later.
JULIE BRUSHES A KISS ACROSS CJ'S CHEEK. SHE RUSHES OUT AND CJ SIGHS, ABSENTLY STROKING THE CHEEK JULIE KISSED AS HE WATCHES HER LEAVE.
ASHLEY: So, CJ... what's up with you and Julie?
CJ: Whatever do you mean?
ASHLEY: You seem... fond of her.
CJ: Of course I am. She's family... Doug's wife. Sort of.
ASHLEY: Sort of?
CJ: It's a rather long story.
ASHLEY: That's quite all right. It just so happens that I have no pressing appointments this afternoon...
HOLD ON ASHLEY'S INTEREST.
CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS STILL HOLDING ON THE PHONE FOR ADRIENNE. IN PROGRESS. ADRIENNE PICKS UP THE PHONE AGAIN.
ADRIENNE: Jack, are you still there? Sorry about that.
JACK: No problem. I trust disaster was averted?
ADRIENNE: Yes, and just in time, too. Jackson's getting to be quite a handful, just like his uncle.
JACK: Hey!
ADRIENNE: But back to your question. Of course I think about Steve sometimes. It's hard not to.
JACK: I miss him.
ADRIENNE: Me, too. (BEAT) Jack, this doesn't have anything to do with Kayla marrying Marcus, does it?
JACK: Not exactly...
ADRIENNE: Because if you're thinking that Steve wouldn't approve, then I have to disagree. I know that wherever Steve is, he's happy for them both.
OUT ON ADRIENNE'S CERTAINTY.
EUTERPE. JORDAN ENTERS AND IS GREETED BY DAVE.
DAVE: Welcome to Euterpe.
JORDAN: Hi... I'm meeting Eve Donovan for lunch. (LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM) Is she here yet?
DAVE: I don't think so. (BEAT) Why don't I show you to a table and you can wait for her...
EVE RUSHES IN, SLIGHTLY WINDED.
EVE: I'm here! I'm here!
SHE LETS OUT A SIGH AND PULLS HER HAIR BACK OUT OF HER FACE.
EVE: (CONT'D) Hi.
JORDAN: Hi.
EVE: Have you been waiting long?
JORDAN: (LOOKING AT HIS WATCH) All of about 30 seconds...
EVE: Oh, good. (GRABBING A MENU) My favorite table's open. Come on...
JORDAN: (TO DAVE) Thanks...
DAVE NODS AND SMILES BEMUSEDLY AS EVE PULLS JORDAN AWAY. THEY GO TO A TABLE AND EVE PUTS THE MENU DOWN. JORDAN WAITS AND PUSHES IN HER CHAIR AS SHE SITS BEFORE SITTING HIMSELF.
EVE: Thank you, sir.
JORDAN: You're quite welcome.
JORDAN PICKS UP THE MENU AND LOOKS IT OVER.
JORDAN: Everything looks good... What would you recommend?
EVE: Well... Do you like pasta?
JORDAN: Love it.
EVE: Oh, good. Lorenzo's shrimp fettucine is just to die for.
JORDAN: Then shrimp fettuccine, it is. What are you going to have?
EVE: I'm partial to the Caesar salad.
JORDAN: Sounds good...
JORDAN PUTS THE MENU DOWN.
JORDAN: (CONT'D) I'm really glad you had time for lunch with me today.
EVE: Oh, are you having a rough day?
JORDAN: No, just a pretty dull one. Consulting ain't always the most exciting job in the world. I won't bore you with the details.
EVE: I don't mind.
JORDAN: Trust me. (BEAT) What about you, Ms. Donovan? How has your day been?
EVE: Well, it wasn't looking good for a while. I was running some errands, and I couldn't find the things I was looking for.
JORDAN: That's too bad. What was it you were looking for?
EVE: Oh... nothing terribly important. (SMILING) I won't bore you with the details.
JORDAN: (SMILING) Touché.
EVE: But my day has been looking much better since I got your phone message.
JORDAN: Glad to hear it. And my day started improving when you called me back.
EVE GRINS.
JORDAN: (CONT'D, LIFTING HIS WATER GLASS) A toast... To the rapid salvation of a previously unrewarding day.
EVE PICKS UP HER GLASS AND THEY TOUCH GLASSES.
EVE: Cheers.
EVE GLANCES OVER JORDAN'S SHOULDER AND SEES IAN ACROSS THE ROOM. IAN LOOKS AT JORDAN, THEN AT EVE. HE SMILES AND NODS APPROVINGLY. EVE SMILES BACK. HOLD ON EVE.
CUT TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS MAKING NOTES ON A LEGAL PAD, BUT SEEMS TO BE CROSSING OUT EVERYTHING HE WRITES DOWN.
JACK: (SIGHS) Whomever started this ridiculous tradition of giving a bachelor party surely must have known how idiotic this all is.
JACK PUTS DOWN THE LEGAL PAD, GETS UP FROM HIS CHAIR, AND STARTS TO PACE AROUND THE OFFICE.
JACK: (CONT'D) If I could only get an idea or two, maybe this would go a little easier. But who... who?
GO TO: THE EXTERIOR OF JACK'S OFFICE. VERN COMES UP TO THE CLOSED OFFICE DOOR, AND IS ABOUT TO KNOCK.
JACK: (V.O., SHOUTING) Who?
VERN LOOKS AT THE DOOR, SHAKES HIS HEAD, AND WALKS AWAY.
GO TO: JACK'S OFFICE. JACK IS STILL PACING, WHEN HE SUDDENLY STOPS AND SNAPS HIS FINGERS.
JACK: That's it! I'll ask Bill Horton! (BEAT) He'll surely have an idea I can use.
JACK RUSHES BACK TO HIS CHAIR AND PICKS UP THE TELEPHONE. HE STOPS, MID-DIAL.
JACK: (CONT'D) Deveraux... this is very sad. You're asking your father-in-law for help in throwing a bachelor party.
JACK CHUCKLES, THEN FINISHES DIALING THE TELEPHONE. TWO-WAY.
BILL: Bill Horton.
JACK: Dr. Horton, hello... it's Jack.
BILL: Well, this is a surprise. (BEAT) What can I do for my favorite son-in-law?
JACK: I have a bit of a dilemma on my hands...
JACK PAUSES.
BILL: And what dilemma might that be, Jack?
JACK: Yes, well... it seems that I have somehow acquired the responsibility for Marcus' bachelor party... I can't even believe that he would want such a chauvinistic thing... Anyway, I was thinking that since you are Marcus' boss, you might have an idea or two... Not that I really need any help, of course...
BILL: (SMILING) Oh, of course not...
JACK: But if you had a hint or two that you could give me on what you would like in a party... to make sure that I'm on the right track.
BILL: I would be very glad to help you in any way I can. (BEAT) Though, I must warn you, Jack, if what I've heard about Kayla's party is true...
JACK: Kayla's party?
BILL: Yes, Kimberly and Jennifer and some of the nursing staff seem to have some really elaborate plans. (BEAT) We'll have a lot of work to do to compete.
JACK: (DISTRESSED) Lovely...
HOLD ON JACK'S GLOOM.
CUT TO: SALEM POLICE DEPARTMENT. BO IS AT HIS DESK, NERVOUSLY MOVING PAPERS FROM ONE SIDE TO THE OTHER. HE THEN FLIPS THROUGH A STACK OF PAPERS IN HIS "IN" BASKET, REARRANGES THE ORDER, THEN PUTS THEM BACK. NEXT, HE MOVES THE STACK ON THE RIGHT ON TOP OF THE STACK ON THE LEFT, AND PICKS UP THE "IN" BASKET STACK AGAIN, SHUFFLING THROUGH THEM ONCE MORE. AFTER MOVING THE STACKS ONE MORE TIME, HE NOTICES WHAT HE IS DOING AND SIGHS IN DISGUST. ABE APPROACHES.
ABE: Bo?
BO: Yeah, Abe?
ABE: Commander Yamada would like to see us both in her office. Now.
BO: Now.. ahh... I've been waiting for this, but I'm not exactly relieved it's time.
ABE: Well, relieved or not, grab your composure and let's go.
OUT ON BO'S ATTEMPT TO COVER HIS NERVOUSNESS.
CALLIOPE'S WORKSHOP. FABRIC OF ALL SHADES AND COLORS IS STREWN ABOUT THE WORKSHOP. IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING, STEPHANIE IS STANDING ON A ROUND STEP STOOL. SHE IS WEARING THE DRESS THAT KAYLA AND CAROLINE FOUND EARLIER IN THE DAY. CALLIOPE KNEELS IN FRONT OF STEPHANIE, FITTING THE HEM. CALLIOPE IS WEARING A LONG-SLEEVED SHIRT THAT IS LINED WITH PIN CUSHIONS. SHE ALSO WEARS A FEW PIN CUSHIONS IN HER HAIR. CAROLINE SITS IN A CHAIR TO THE SIDE.
CALLIOPE: Mmm ddss ssts gd m hm.
CAROLINE: Excuse me?
CALLIOPE REMOVES ABOUT FIVE PINS FROM HER MOUTH AND STICKS THEM IN ONE OF HER PIN CUSHIONS.
CALLIOPE: I was saying that this dress looks great on her.
CAROLINE: It's perfect for her. Of course, I'm sure you could've come up with something equally perfect.
CALLIOPE: Actually, I'm grateful you found something. I'll be working overtime trying to finish Kayla's dress.
STEPHANIE STARTS TO SQUIRM.
CAROLINE: Hold still, dear. Calliope's not finished with your hem.
STEPHANIE: The pins in my arm are starting to stick me.
CALLIOPE: I'm almost finished, honey.
STEPHANIE TRIES TO HOLD STILL. CALLIOPE PLACES ONE MORE PIN IN THE HEM OF THE DRESS.
CALLIOPE: Okey-dokey, I'm done.
CAROLINE STANDS UP AND HELPS STEPHANIE GET DOWN FROM THE STOOL.
CAROLINE: Let's go get changed, and then we'll stop by for some ice cream on our way home, okay?
STEPHANIE RUNS OFF TO CHANGE, WHILE CAROLINE GOES TO HELP HER. THE TELEPHONE RINGS. CALLIOPE GOES TO ANSWER THE TELEPHONE, DRAGGING ALONG WITH HER SOME PIECES OF FABRIC THAT HAVE GOTTEN PINNED TO HER SHIRT. SHE BRUSHES ASIDE SPOOLS OF THREAD AND MEASURING TAPE TO UNCOVER THE TELEPHONE. TWO-WAY.
CALLIOPE: You throw it, we'll sew it.
JERRY: May I please speak with Ms. Calliope Jones?
CALLIOPE: Speaking.
JERRY: Ms. Jones, my name is Jerry Thacker. I'm the producer of the daytime drama, "Shifting Sands."
CALLIOPE: "Shifting Sands"... It sounds familiar. Is it a nationwide show?
JERRY: Yes, but we've been off the air for some time now. We're on the verge of signing a new contract, though, and we're looking for talent.
CALLIOPE: If you're looking for actresses, I do have television experience. I had my own show in New York.
JERRY: Yes, it was a very good show. But, the reason I'm calling is not to cast for the show.
CALLIOPE: (FROWNING) Oh.
JERRY: Actually, we are looking for somebody to run our wardrobe department. I've spoken with several people who recommend your work very highly. Would you be interested in the job?
CALLIOPE: Me? You want me?
JERRY: We think you'd be perfect.
CALLIOPE: I... I... I...
JERRY: Why don't I let you think about this, and I'll give you a call back in a few days?
CALLIOPE: (STILL QUITE STUNNED) Oh... okay.
CALLIOPE HANGS UP THE PHONE. HOLD ON HER ASTONISHMENT.
CUT TO: BILL'S OFFICE. BILL IS SITTING AT HIS DESK DOING PAPERWORK WHEN KAYLA COMES TO THE DOOR AND KNOCKS.
BILL: Kayla, come on in. What can I do for you?
KAYLA: It's more what I can do for you. Here's that efficiency report I owe you. I'm sorry it's a bit late.
BILL: It's no problem.
BILL GESTURES TO THE PILES OF PAPERWORK.
BILL: (CONT'D) As you can see, I'm a little overwhelmed right now.
KAYLA: Still, I promised it by a certain date and I should have stuck to it. (SIGHS) There are just too many demands on my time at the moment.
BILL: You'll be glad when the wedding is over, huh?
KAYLA: I'll say. I'd forgotten how much work it was to put one on. But it will all be worth it in the end.
BILL: I'm sure it will. You and Marcus are going to be very happy together. And I like my staff to be happy!
KAYLA: Life as Kayla Hunter is definitely going to be happy and exciting.
HOLD ON KAYLA'S SMILE.
CUT TO: JANET'S OFFICE. JANET IS SEATED AT HER DESK, READING OVER THE I.A. REPORT ON THE SHOOTING. OFFICER CALVIN FROM I.A. IS SITTING ACROSS FROM HER. THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
JANET: Come in!
ABE ENTERS, FOLLOWED BY BO.
JANET: (CONT'D) Have a seat, gentlemen.
ABE AND BO SIT DOWN. BO SITS AS FAR AWAY FROM OFFICER CALVIN AS POSSIBLE.
JANET: (CONT'D) As you've probably already guessed, Internal Affairs' investigation of the shooting is done.
ABE: And what did they find?
JANET: I'll let Officer Calvin tell you.
CALVIN: There's no need to rehash all the details, I'll just get right to the point. (BEAT) Our investigation showed that the incident was a clean shoot. The perp was clearly about to take a shot at the hostage. Officer Brady acted within procedure to prevent any harm from coming to the hostage.
BO STARES AT OFFICER CALVIN IN STUNNED SILENCE. JANET SMILES WITH SATISFACTION. ABE SIGHS IN RELIEF.
CALVIN: (CONT'D) You're welcome to look over the report, Captain Carver, if you'd like.
ABE: Thanks, I will. (TO BO) Congratulations, buddy.
BO: Wha...? Oh, thanks.
CALVIN: (STANDING) Well, I have another meeting, so I'll take my leave now.
ABE AND BO STAND UP. JANET EXTENDS HER HAND TO OFFICER CALVIN.
JANET: Thank you for your attention to this matter.
CALVIN: (SHAKING JANET'S HAND) You're welcome.
BO: Yeah... thanks.
CALVIN: I'm glad everything came out okay.
THEY SHAKE HANDS.
CALVIN: (CONT'D, TO ABE) Captain...
ABE AND CALVIN SHAKE HANDS.
ABE: I'll have that report back to you by tomorrow morning.
CALVIN: Excellent. Good day, everyone.
CALVIN EXITS AND CLOSES THE DOOR. ABE TURNS TO BO AND PATS HIM ON THE BACK.
ABE: (GRINNING) It's good to have you back!
BO FORCES A SMILE.
JANET: (SMILING) I second that. (BEAT) Brady, I'm happy to inform you that your tour of desk duty is officially over as of tomorrow morning. You'll be placed on active duty, and I expect you here at eight o'clock, ready to go out on patrol with Wisniewski.
BO: Um... Thanks, Commander.
JANET: For now, though, I want you to get out there and see how much of that paperwork you can finish before I turn it over to some other poor schlep tomorrow.
BO: Yes, ma'am.
JANET HANDS THE REPORT TO ABE.
JANET: I believe you wanted to look this over...
ABE: Thanks.
ABE EXITS.
JANET: Well, Brady, what are you waiting for?
BO: I... nothing. (BEAT) I'm going.
BO EXITS, CLOSING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.
GO TO: JUST OUTSIDE JANET'S DOOR. BO PAUSES, HIS FACE STILL FROZEN IN A BLANK STARE. HE RAISES HIS HAND AND SLOWLY CLOSES IT INTO A FIST. HE LOWERS HIS HEAD AND HOLDS HIS FIST TO HIS CHIN. HOLD ON BO'S TURMOIL. AND OUT. FADE TO BLACK.