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Diner of Love
3503 Angel Square Court
Llanview, PA
"Nothin' Could Be Finer Than Some
Lovin' In the Diner"
"There ain't no lovin' like some diner lovin', hey ho"
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MARCAL SCENES ACT II Page 44
MAY 2005
May 2, 2005
Marcie: You know, I mean, if it makes you feel any better, I mean, I know what you're going through. Michael and I -- we don't seem to be making much progress lately either. Riley: Yeah, well, at least you don't have Rex around screwing things up for you. Marcie: Yes, that is true. He's not any good for her, is he? Riley: Yeah, tell her that. Marcie: I have. Ok, and I will again and again and again if I have to. But, right now, Riley, I -- I'm a little bit more concerned about you. This isn't what you need right now. You know that, right? This is poison, the same as it was for al. Riley: Well, you know what? Without Jen, it doesn't really matter anymore. Marcie: That's not true, Riley. You have your friends, you have your family, you have your music. You have so much. You just -- look, you have to find a way, right, to start a new life for yourself without Jen. I'm still trying to make a life for myself without Al. So how can I possibly have one with Michael? *** Michael: So, where do two lovesick souls who can't stand each other go from here? Natalie: I vote the diner. Oh, I just felt a drop. Michael: No, you didn't. Natalie: Oh, yeah, I did. Oh, hey, there's another one. Let's -- let's go. Michael: What, what? Natalie: Before it starts pouring on us. Michael: What, you don't like rain? Natalie: Ok, I like rain, but, you know, in through a window? Roxy always said I'd catch my death of cold, and we couldn't afford the doctor bills. [Michael laughs] Michael: Well, listen, let me as a doctor dispel that myth for you. The rain cannot cause a cold. Natalie: I'm going in anyway. Michael: What, are you afraid of a little rain? Natalie: No -- Nichael: Yeah? Natalie: Because I'm not afraid of anything. Michael: Well, prove it. ***
Natalie: Ugh. You realize we're getting soaked here? Michael: Who cares? Natalie: Obviously not you. Michael: Who are you trying to impress, tough guy? Natalie: Not you. I've already embarrassed myself in front of your brother. Michael: Who cares about that? God, doesn't the rain feel great? Natalie: Feels wet. Michael: Yes, it does! It feels wet! Natalie: Yeah. Michael: You know what my mom used to say about the rain? She used to say that this was God's way of giving Atlantic City a bath. Natalie: Yeah, well, Roxy used to say that it was god's way of keeping all the tourists out of the good blackjack tables. Michael: Nice. [Thunder] Natalie: Ok, thunder -- can't deal with. Michael: Oh, good. Listen, you know, thunder happens because lightning, right -- it's hot. It cuts a hole through the air, and then when the air fills that gap back, it causes a shock wave. Nothing to be afraid of. Natalie: God, you are such a geek. Michael: I am a man of science, ok, and you know what? You -- you are looking at this -- this storm thing all wrong. Natalie: Oh, really? How's that? Michael: Hey, look. Right over there. Natalie: What? Michael: It's that fool you made of yourself a little while ago. The rain is washing it right away. Natalie: Oh, really? Yeah? Michael: Yeah. Natalie: Well, look over there. That's your sanity running right down the drainpipe. Michael: Yeah, well, good riddance! Natalie: Oh, great -- oh, what are you doing? Michael! Natalie: You're a geek! *** Riley: I just thought that if I could talk to her, I could make her understand. Marcie: Understand what, Riley? Riley: Understand that I don't care if she killed Paul Cramer. Marcie: You told Jen that you think she's guilty. Riley: I don't care if she's guilty. Marcie: Will you think about what you're saying here? Think about it for a second and tell me if you really think that she could kill anybody. Riley: Look at the evidence. What -- how does that make Jen look? Marcie: You know, maybe -- maybe you should just consider law school because you're starting to sound like your father. Riley: Don't say that. Marcie: Well, you know, because it must have been him who convinced you that Jen's guilty ***
Marcie: Riley, if I listened to everything my father told me, I never would've moved here to come to school. I would've turned my back on my brother Eric years ago, not to mention my writing. Dads don't always know what's best. Riley: I know that and especially mine, all right, but what about all this evidence? Marcie: Forget the evidence, Riley. I want you to think about who she is. I want you to think about the Jen that you know. Riley: I am trying. Marcie: Well, then try harder. I know that this is hard for you, ok, but I don't think it's helping that you're locking yourself in your apartment. Maybe you just need to stop blocking everyone out, shutting everyone down and out of your life. Riley: You know what? You just gave me a great idea. Thank you. Marcie: I did? Wait, wait, wait up. You think you're going to be able to come tonight, maybe? Riley: Yeah, ok. Ok. Is Michael going to be there? Marcie: I don't know. Riley: I'll tell you what, I'll be there if Michael's there. Marcie: Oh -- ***
Natalie: Whoo! Michael: Cold. Cold. Cold. Roxy: Whoa. Michael: Cold. Roxy: You two look like you've been through a monsoon or something. Natalie: Oh, don't even ask. Michael: Yeah, it was something like that. Listen, I got some dry scrubs up in my room. I'll be right back. Natalie: Thank you very much, yeah. Michael: No problem. Natalie: Oh -- Roxy: Ok, baby. Spill. Natalie: What? Roxy: "What?" You playing dumb with me? You and the doc. Natalie: He -- no, it's -- no, nothing like that! He's just -- he was making me feel better, that's all. Roxy: How much better? Natalie: You know, I thought you wanted me to be with John. Roxy: Honey, you know, you got to keep your opticals open. Natalie: Ahem. Oh, good. Thank you. Michael: Here you go. Not a problem. [Pager beeps] Michael: Oh, please don't remind me I'm on call at the hospital. Natalie: Oh. Michael: Yeah, it's the hospital. I got to go. Natalie: Well, an occupational hazard. Michael: Yeah, more like a way of life. But -- Natalie: Oh, what are you -- Michael: Look, here we go! Now she's gorgeous! Here, we put this on top of there -- hey, sweetie. What's going on? Marcie: Oh, I don't know. I was actually about to ask you the same question. ***
Michael: Marcie, no. Listen, you got it all wrong, ok? Look, we were talking in Angel Square. We got caught in the rain. That's it. Marcie: Mm-hmm. Natalie: You think that I'm interested in him? Please. He was just giving me some dry clothes. No offense. Roxy: Yo, Marcie, Natalie swore up and down the two of them are not hooking up. Natalie: Thank you, Roxy. Roxy: I'll be in the office. Marcie: The reason I came by is because, well, we're having a meeting in the community center tonight. It's actually a memorial for Julie and Hudson, so -- Michael: Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. Look, I can't go. I -- I'm on call at the hospital. That's why I was changing downstairs. Marcie: Mm-hmm. Sure. Mm-hmm. Michael: Ok. Natalie: Thank you for the scrubs again. Michael: Yeah. Listen, anytime, all right? You -- I will talk to you later. Marcie: Uh-huh. Natalie: So, a memorial service? That's -- that's really nice. Marcie: You know, Natalie, I realize that I don't know you well, but I've seen what your friendship with John has done to his relationship with Evangeline, and I'll be damned if I let you come between Michael and me. Natalie: What did I do to John and Evangeline? Marcie: Oh, come on, Natalie. You're always trying to get closer to John, inch by inch. Natalie: I am so out of here. Marcie: I'm glad to see that you're feeling better. Natalie: Excuse me? Marcie: Didn't you cancel on my brother Ron tonight because you weren't feeling -- no, you were tired. Natalie: I was tired. Marcie: Oh, but somehow, miraculously, you managed to get a second wind to run right into Michael, though. Natalie: Where is all this coming from? Marcie: Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, and don't act like you don't what you're doing. Maybe John and Evangeline -- maybe they're none of my business, but now you're messing with my brother. Natalie: Ok, I think you need to back off. Marcie: And on top of that -- on top of that, Natalie, now you're going after Michael. Ok, I may not be going out with Michael anymore, we may be broken up, but there's a damn good chance that we actually might make it back to each other. Natalie: Ok, good, go for it. Marcie: Oh, I will. So back off, leave him alone, and you better stay out of my way! ***
Natalie: Marcie, I am not in your way. I don't know why you're upset. You have no reason to be. You were right about one thing. Marcie: See, I knew it. Natalie: I'm talking about John. Michael warned me not to, but I -- I told John that I wanted more than friendship. Marcie: What? You did what? Natalie: Yeah. Marcie: I have to admit that took guts. Natalie: Yeah, well, he turned me down flat. Marcie: Oh. Natalie: And Michael was kind enough not to say, "I told you so." Marcie: Well, Michael's really not the kind of guy to kick you when you're down. Natalie: No and he also said he understood why I did it. And he said that he knows how it feels when you love someone so much that you can't think about anything else. You know why? Marcie: No. Natalie: Because that's how he feels about you. Marcie: Natalie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You must think I'm the biggest jerk. I'm sorry I blew up at you. I'm -- Natalie: Just a girl who's in love. Marcie: I guess I am. ***
May 3, 2005
Marcie: Oh, my God! Oh, can you give me some tissues over there? Officer: What's going on? Marcie: No, nothing, officers. I'm sorry. I just spilled some soda, that's all. Oh. Maybe you should pour, Jen, from now on. Jen: Marcie, there is nothing to worry about, ok? Marcie: How can you say that? I mean, what if “The Killing Club" killer finds out about the meeting that we're having? Jen: Look, the police are going to make sure everything is cool. Marcie: Ok. Jen: Is Michael coming? Marcie: Well, he was going to, but he's on call, which is just as well. Jen: Why do you say that? Marcie: Because I made a complete and total fool out of myself. I -- I saw him in this weird, close thing with Natalie and I jumped to conclusions. Jen: Michael and Natalie? Marcie: No, no, he was just talking to her. It was completely -- you know, he was just helping her out. He was just being a friend. Anyway, forget about it, ok, because I don't want to talk about it. I didn't come here to talk about myself. I came here to do right by Julie and Hudson, right? So, what's up with you and Riley? Did you hear from him? I know he's really upset about the argument that you guys had. Jen: I think he's hanging out with his dad. Marcie: Hmm. Jen: Probably sitting around talking about how I killed Paul in cold blood. Marcie: Men. *** Riley: Whoa, guys, it's just me. Jen: Oh, Riley. Riley: I'm sorry. I came in the back door. I was donating my guitar to the music room. Marcie: You nearly scared us half to death. Riley: Sorry, guys. Officer: We're clear here. False alarm. Riley: You ok? Marcie: Yeah, now we are. Right? We're really glad you came. Nick: What's going on? Mark: The cops said something about an intruder? Marcie: It was just Riley. He came in the back way. For a minute there, we thought it was the killer. Riley: Would the killer really show up with all of us together like this? Marcie: You never know. How can we predict what a crazy maniac is going to do? I mean, it's the not knowing that makes it so scary. Mark: Hey, it's ok. Look, the cops are here. Nothing is going to happen tonight. ***
Marcie: I think most of you guys know -- or maybe you don't know -- but, well, my book actually has been making me a lot of money. The only problem with that is, well, every time a new check comes, it just makes me feel worse about Julie and Hudson. I mean, they did die because of my book. Nick: Come on, don't say that, Marcie. Marcie: Why? It's true, and it doesn't feel right for me to be profiting from their death. Mark: Marcie, you deserve that money. You worked hard on that book. You deserve every penny. Marcie: Well, thank you for saying that, Mark, but the -- the fact is, is that I just -- I don't feel right about making the money. So I've decided to donate it all to the love center. Well, Julie and Hudson -- I mean, they helped us build this place. You know, I just -- I thought it would be really cool. And the money is going to cover renaming the study room in their honor. And then the rest of the money is going to go towards the angel square kids. You know, it's going to help them cover their tutoring and study groups and their college applications, things like that. I don't know, I just thought that Julie and Hudson would be really happy to know that kids that didn't have a chance to go to college -- well, now they have a shot, right? And I already made the plaque and everything. It looks so cool. Ooh! [Laughter] Marcie: From all the soda we spilled on the floor. I'm fine. Look, it's over here. Nick: Oh, wow. Marcie: "The Tanaka-Prescott study room." ***
Marcie: Well, it sounds like a really great job. Mark: Yeah. Jen: So you'll be working in the public sector? Mark: Which is a pretentious way of saying I'll be a civil servant working for peanuts. Marcie: Yeah, but as long as you love it, that's all that matters, right? Mark: Yeah. That, and being in a good relationship -- Jen: Ooh. Mark: Which I am. Marcie: So are you actually going to introduce us to this guy at some point? Mark: Hopefully. Marcie: Well, I want you to call us, ok, at some point, because we have to go out and get our nails done, maybe go shopping. Mark: Totally. Hey, good luck with Riley -- and everything else going on. Jen: Thanks. Mark: Yeah. See you. Marcie: Bye. Nick: So, this is the first time I've been able to set foot in this place since Julie died. Riley: I really am sorry, Nick. Nick: So, what's going on with you and Jen? Riley: Oh, well, things aren't so good there either. I seem to have blown that one. Nick: How? What happened? Riley: Well, you know the Paul Cramer murder investigation? I -- well, there was a lot of evidence against Jen. Nick: So? You know she didn't do it, right? Riley: I want to believe that. I am just having a little trouble. Nick: You know her better than that. I mean, don't you two live together? Riley: No. Nick: She was crazy about you, dude. I mean, everybody saw that. I mean, here you had this unbelievably hot girl that's in love with you. How can you doubt that? Or her? ***
May 4, 2005
Michael: Heard your memorial for Julie and Hudson was beautiful. Marcie: Yeah, it was. Michael: I'm sorry I couldn't make it. Marcie: I'm sorry I had to do it. Michael: Marcie, you know that you're the only person who blames this thing on you? Marcie: Yeah, I do. Michael: Do you Marcie: Yes. Yeah. Michael: Ok. Let's go get something to eat. Marcie: Yeah? Michael: Yeah. Marcie: Ok, but it's on me. I was such a jerk about you and Natalie earlier. I'm so sorry. Michael: You're not a jerk. But, I hope you know by now Natalie is not my type. Come on. Evangeline: I'm at the Angel Square diner, and someone's been hurt. We need help now. Carlotta: Oh -- she's dead! Somebody -- she's dead! Oh, my God! Evangeline: Oh, my God. Who's dead? Is it Natalie? Marcie: Natalie's dead? Michael: What happened? Carlotta: Somebody killed her! ***
John: You're ok? Yeah? Natalie: Yeah, I'm fine. Carlotta: Oh, my God! Natalie, I thought you were dead! Evangeline: Oh, thank God. Carlotta: What -- who? John: It was the new waitress. Carlotta: Oh, my God. John: You sure you didn't see anything? You didn't see anyone? Natalie: No, no. She was like that when I came back from the storeroom. John: All right. Listen, do me a favor -- no one goes in there, no one touches anything till C.S.U. gets here. Evangeline: I just called 911. They're on their way. John: Good. Marcie: John, what happened in there? John: I found her bent over a vat of oil. Marcie: That's just like in my book. Michael: Marcie, Marcie, don't. Marcie: What am I supposed to think, Michael? It's all there. John: Carlotta, I need the girl's information to notify her family. Carlotta: Her application's actually still under the counter. I just hired her. Marcie: I thought this was -- I thought that this was all over. You know, everybody on the love crew, they all have guards. I thought that whoever was doing these killings that he was just going to stop. John: Well, apparently, he or she decided to expand their targets. Michael: Well, why did you think it was Natalie at first? John: Same red hair, same clothes. Natalie: Do -- do you think that someone's after me, or are you just worried about me? John: I'm worried about everyone. Listen, don't let anybody go in the kitchen. Michael, you give her a hand if she needs it, ok? Michael: Absolutely. John: And nobody leaves here till I get back. Natalie: Well, where are you going? John: I'm going to find that son of a bitch. Evangeline: Don't even think about it. I know you. ***
Marcie: I don't know anything about it, ok? Officer: But you said it happened like in your book. Michael: Marcie wrote "The Killing Club." She didn't kill anybody, ok? Evangeline: Hey. Antonio: What's going on? Evangeline: The new waitress here was murdered. Your mom, she found her. Antonio: Where is she? Evangeline: She's right over here talking to Natalie. Antonio: Mami. Carlotta: Oh, Antonio, thank God you're here. Natalie: Excuse me. Antonio: It's ok. It's ok. Natalie: Roy, any word from John? Roy: Nothing. Natalie: Oh, he shouldn't be out there alone. Roy: He'll be all right. Evangeline: John can take care of himself. Natalie: Oh, you think so? Evangeline: I know so. Natalie: You're not worried about him at all? Evangeline: Yes, enough to stay here and not put him in any danger. Natalie: He could already be in danger, Evangeline. Evangeline: Then don't make things worse. Natalie: Oh, really? For whom, him or you? Evangeline: Natalie, this has nothing to do with that. Natalie: It always has to do with that! Evangeline: You are way off. Natalie: I don't think so. Evangeline: All right, Natalie, you want to have it out? Right here, right now. Natalie: You know, a girl was just murdered in that kitchen. Your boyfriend's out there chasing after the killer. Maybe you don't care. Evangeline: You wish I didn't care, Natalie, but I do care about John. Natalie: It just bugs the hell out of you how much he cares about me. Evangeline: Not in the way that you think. Natalie: Uh-huh, and when he walked into that kitchen and he saw that girl, how come his mind went straight to me? Evangeline: Your blood-curdling scream scared the hell out of him. I was scared, too. Natalie: What, scared that I didn't really die? Evangeline: All right, all right, Natalie, you want to roll around in the mud with me? This is what I do for a living. Natalie: Well, you know what? I've scrambled around in the mud a few times myself, so come on, bring it on. Evangeline: What do you think's going to happen, Natalie? What do you think, you're going to keep throwing yourself at John and maybe one day he'll catch you? That's pathetic! Natalie: You know, you say you're so unconcerned. Why do you care so much? Evangeline: I don’t. John's voice: Mc Bain here. 10-13, 10-13. Officer needs assistance forthwith. Natalie: That's -- that's -- Evangeline: Officer down? Officer: I'm en route. What's your location? Evangeline: Natalie, stop! Marcie: I'm so sorry, Mrs. Vega. Carlotta: Oh, Marcie. You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. You are in no way responsible for this. Michael: I keep trying to tell her that. Antonio: Believe it. Ok, look, I've worked on cases like this before, all right? This person was going to kill with or without your book. Marcie: I still wish I hadn't written it. Roy: Mrs. Vega? Carlotta: Huh? Roy: Would you mind answering some questions? Carlotta: I'll tell you what I can. Antonio: Ok, I'm not going anywhere, ok? I'll be right over there. Carlotta: Thank you. Antonio: All right. How you doing? You ok? Evangeline: You know, John just called in here for help. Antonio: Well, you know what they say in the department -- if you can call it in, he's ok. Evangeline: He told me to stay here, but I really want to go to him, Antonio. Antonio: No, you let the police handle it. That's what they do. Evangeline: That's what I just tried to tell Natalie. Antonio: She went? Evangeline: He's going to be ok, right? He's going to be fine. Antonio: Of course, yes. Evangeline: How are you doing? Antonio: You know, I'm hanging in. Never a dull moment in the city. Evangeline: Tell me about it. Any new information on that fire at R.J.'s? Jessica? What happened? Antonio: No, no. Nothing. Evangeline: You know this is going to be really bad for the custody hearing tomorrow? Antonio: Listen, Jessica's not going to be any help to us anymore, not under the circumstances, so I think the less she has to do with this case, the better. ***
Michael: You're coming home with me tonight. Marcie: No, I'm -- I'm going to stay at Ron's. I mean, the bodyguard is there. I have everything. I'll be fine.
Michael: I'm sorry, sweetie, but I think that you need more than that tonight. Come on. I'll give you something to help you sleep. And if you can't sleep, I'll stay up with you, all night if I have to. Come on, sweetie. Come on, let's get you home. ***
May 6, 2006
Michael: Oh, I didn't expect to see you back at work so soon. Natalie: Yeah, well, it feels pretty safe here. Plus, that I want to be available in case john has any questions for me. Michael: Right. Well, I'm glad to see that you're ok. Natalie: Yeah. Grateful to be alive. And what about you? Not on duty this morning? Michael: No, I decided to take a break. Marcie told me that John was going to question her, so I thought I'd come down and be supportive. Natalie: Oh. You're pretty good at that. Oh, reminds me -- I washed and dried your scrubs, and I'll return them to you tonight. Michael: No rush. Natalie: And not that you asked, but things are looking up. With your brother. Michael: John should be the last thing on your mind right now. Natalie: What happened to that waitress is horrible. But when John thought it was me who was murdered, he totally lost it. And when I thought he was hurt -- I mean, Michael, it was there. You know, whether you want it to be or whether John does, neither one of us can deny how we feel for each other, and last night proved it to me. Rex: Hey, sis, I need to see uncle Bo. Is he around? Natalie: No, no. Rex: It's important. Natalie: Well, the way he flew out of here, it seems as if he had something important to do himself. ***
Natalie: I don't know when uncle Bo is going to be back. Rex: That's ok. I'll wait, hang out with you and your new best friend. Natalie: Uh-uh. Best friend? I don't think so. We can't stand each other. Michael: Yeah. Oil and water. Natalie: Mm-hmm. I got to get back to work. Excuse me. Any leads? John: No. But you were very helpful remembering about the delivery guy. Natalie: Oh, well, I'm sorry that I made you work so hard to get it out of me. John: Well, I'm sorry I got a little rough with the questioning. Natalie: It's all right. I don't mind being questioned, not by you. John: Let me know if you remember anything else. Natalie: Definitely. Rex: So, is John still in the race, or is Dr. Mike going to run him down in the stretch? Natalie: When did you turn into Roxy? Rex: Oh, well, there's a secret I've been meaning to tell you about. I was thinking about maybe just -- Natalie: John and I are fine and everything's really good. Rex: Just checking. Natalie: Mm-hmm. So, why'd you stop by? Talk to uncle Bo about poor Jen? Rex: Who is innocent and being framed for a murder she didn't commit. Natalie: Ok. I believe that you believe that. So, what happens if you prove it? Rex: Well, then Jen will go free and we'll be together. Natalie: Or -- you find Paul's killer, Jen goes free, Jen goes back to Riley. Did you ever think about that? ***
Michael: Did you get any sleep? Marcie: A couple hours. Michael: I should have stayed longer. Marcie: No. I mean, you know, I'm really grateful that you were there, but -- well, I can't keep relying on you, Michael. You know, at some point we have to let go of each other, right? Michael: What does that mean? Marcie: It means just that, Michael. Michael: No, tell me what you meant, and I'd appreciate it if you were a little more direct this time. Marcie: I was being direct with you, Michael. I'm telling you what -- Michael: What you said is that we should "let each other go." What does that mean? I should back up? You know, now, it's ok for me to be there for you when you need me unless you start to feel something for me, right? Marcie: Michael, I wasn't saying -- Michael: Is that how things are? John: Mike, hey. Michael: I'm sorry. John: Marcie, you ready? Marcie: Yeah. John: Ok. Marcie: Yeah, I guess. John: You ok? Michael: Yeah. I -- I don't get it, you know? For every step I take forward, she takes two steps back. Natalie: She's scared, Michael. Michael: Of me? Natalie: Of losing you. She'd rather let you go first. Can I help you? John: I thought I'd start by asking some questions about the people in your original high school killing club. Marcie: Ok. I just wish I'd never written the book. John: Yeah? Natalie: John, I'm so sorry, but I asked Mr. and Mrs. Tanaka to wait outside -- Mrs. Tanaka: There she is. Marcie: I'm so sorry about Julie, Mrs. Tanaka. I'm so terribly sorry. Mrs. Tanaka: Are you? Or will you soon start another book about people with no conscience? People who kill for sport? Mr. Tanaka: Ellen -- Marcie: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mrs. Tanaka. Mrs. Tanaka: How does it feel, Marcie, to be responsible for Julie's death and others? All to make a buck? Are you proud of yourself? Marcie: I was -- ***
Jen: Let go of me! Daniel: Look, I just -- I just want a chance to explain, that's all. Jen: You're hurting me! What do you need to explain? I know what you did. You wrote that note to Rex. You snuck into my apartment and planted those deposit slip to make it look like I was paying Paul off. And now this. My God. Did you put Paul's blood on this? Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you framing me? Is it that you don't want me to date your son? Is that it? [Phone rings] Rex: Jen, it's Rex. I'm at the P.D. waiting for Bo. You want to meet for coffee? Even if you don't, call me back, ok? Now that your police shadow is gone, I need to know you're ok. Jen: Please! Somebody help me! Please, please just let me go. Please. Daniel: I can't – I can't let you go. I just can't. Jen: Yes, you can. All you did was plant evidence. That's not that terrible. They'll let you go for that. Daniel: No, no, Jen. No, just -- no, it should have been -- just let me think for a second, all right? Jen: Let me go and everything will be ok. Daniel: No, no, Jen. It's -- it's not that simple. Jen: But why? Why do you have to make me look guilty? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You were framing me because you did it. You killed Paul Cramer. Daniel: Don't move. Just don't move. Jen: Please -- Daniel: Look, why didn't you check your car and go? What's the matter with you? Jen: Just confess. Just confess. If you hurt me, you won't be able to face Nora or Riley. Riley loves me. If you just let me go, you'll be able to be with your family again. Please? Please? Daniel: No. I won't. Jen: No! [Jen screams] *** John: Thank you. Hey, are you ok? Marcie: Yeah. John: Yeah? Marcie: Yeah. ****
May 11, 2005
Reporter: I'm here live on the scene, where earlier tonight, Jen Rappaport, who, according to police sources, is the primary suspect in the murder of Paul Cramer, was found dead of carbon monoxide poisoning inside her car. Rappaport is the daughter of local art dealer Lindsay Rappaport, who herself made headlines only a year ago for murdering her ex-husband. Rex: Get the hell out of here! Reporter: What are you doing? Rex: She didn't kill Cramer! She didn't kill Cramer! Natalie: Don't! Rex: Go to hell! Bo: That's enough! All right! Look, this is a police investigation. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Put that down. Please. ***
Marcie: If anyone knows where Jen is, it'll be Rex. Nick: Right. Marcie: I just hope that he's here. [Phone rings] Marcie: Hello. Michael: Marcie, it's me. Where are you, honey? Marcie: I'm at Ultraviolet. Why? Michael: I need to see you. Marcie: Is something wrong? Michael: Just wait there, okay? I'll -- I'll be right over. Marcie: Okay. Nick: What's wrong? Marcie: I don't know. It was Michael, but he sounded really weird. Nick: He's a weird guy. What can I say? Marcie: Stop it. Mark: I just heard the news. I'm so sorry. Marcie: What news? About what? Mark: You mean you two don't know? Marcie: No. Mark: It's Jen. Marcie: What about her? Mark: She -- she killed herself tonight. Marcie: What? ***
Michael: Marcie. You heard? Mark: Yeah, I told her. I'm sorry. Michael: Come on. Excuse me, guys. Nick: Come on, everybody, break it up. Marcie: Michael, is it true? Michael: I'm sorry, Sweetie. I am -- I am so sorry. Marcie: No, there -- there has to be some kind of a mistake, right, because it can't be Jen. Michael: They found her -- Marcie: Michael, it just can't be. Michael: In her car in the garage at the gallery. Marcie: No. No, okay, because she was my best friend, Michael. She was the only friend I ever had. Michael: I really wish that I could tell you that this wasn't happening. Marcie: She died because of me, didn't she? Michael, she died because of me. I did it -- Michael: No, no. You didn't do anything. Marcie: Yes, I did. Michael, I killed her. I mean, she's dead because of me. I know it. ***
Michael: Marcie, listen to me. You didn't have anything to do with Jen dying. Mark: Marcie, Michael’s right. Nick: And there's no way you could have. Marcie: No, look, you just need to tell me the truth, okay? I want to know -- I want to know exactly what happened. I need to know everything. Michael: Okay. Jen died of carbon monoxide poisoning. Marcie: What? Michael: She connected a hose to the exhaust pipe of her car and put it in the window. Marcie: No. Michael: Yeah. Marcie: No, she didn't, Michael. Michael: Yeah, please, Sweetie, just try -- just try not to think about it, okay? Just try and put it out of your head. Marcie: No, I -- I got to get out of here. I got to go. Michael: Marcie -- I got to -- I got to – ***
Paige: Nora. Bo: Hi. Paige: What are you doing here? Didn't I just leave you and Daniel at home? Nora: Yeah. I just -- I needed to come here and try to make some sense out of this. Paige: Well, I'm -- I'm glad you have Daniel to help you through all of this. Bo: Where is he? Marcie: Where is she? Where's Jen? Nora: The coroner has already taken her. Marcie: Commissioner, do you think that this has anything at all to do with "The Killing Club"? Bo: We don't know anything for sure yet. Daniel: We know exactly what happened with Jen. She took her own life because she couldn't live with herself for killing Paul. Bo: And that makes it all real neat and tidy for you, doesn't it? How can you be so sure? ***
Daniel: Nora, I just -- Nora: Well, I assume Marianne is at home? Daniel: Yeah, yeah. She's with Matthew. Listen, I -- I didn't want you to misunderstand about the governor's phone call tonight -- Nora: You know what, Daniel? I'm not really interested in understanding you or your political ambitions right now. What I am trying desperately to understand is why a young girl who had everything to live for, a young girl who I loved very much, decided to take her life tonight. Mark: Why didn't you tell me about this? Daniel: Excuse me. You are? Mark: Please don't do this right now. I need you. Jen was a good friend of mine. Daniel: Excuse me. Mr. Solomon, look, I'm sorry about your friend, but this is an ongoing investigation and I really can't discuss it. ***
Marcie: Jen gave me this necklace. I want her to have it back. Michael, why didn't she call me tonight? I mean, why didn't she tell me how bad it was? I mean, she could always call me. She could always call me about anything. Michael: I don't know why. Marcie: I should have seen it coming, Michael. And I would have -- I would have seen it coming if I wasn't so wrapped up in all of my own problems. Michael: No, Marcie, you can't put this on yourself. Marcie: I want her back. She was my best friend, Michael. I want her back. I want her back. ***
Mark: Hey. You hanging in there? Nick: Just brought it all right back, you know? Julie, Hudson. Mark: Well, at least the rest of us still have each other. Nick: Oh, yeah. Too bad Jen didn't think so. This is what happens when you keep secrets, man. Always messes with you in the end. ***
Nick: I didn't really have anything personal. Jen thought I was a creep most of the time. Marcie: Jen loved flowers. Nick: Thanks. ***
Marcie: I want to say a prayer. God, please watch over Lindsay and Riley, and even though I don't like him very much, please watch over Rex, because in his own way he loved Jen. Well, wherever Jen is, I pray that she's finally found peace. And I pray for us to understand whatever secret she may have taken with her to her grave. Nick's voice: This is what happens when you keep secrets, man. Always messes with you in the end. ***
May 12, 2005
Marcie: I was thinking about that night last summer, you know, when we were talking about our future? I was so excited about my book, and you had just started dating Riley. We were both so excited about, you know, everything to come, and everything was in front of us. God, you were always there for me, you know? You were like the sister I never had, and -- and you're my best friend. And I should have been there for you, but I was just so wrapped up in all my own problems that I just -- I didn't see how upset you were. And I don't understand, Jen. I don't understand why you had to do it, because you had everything. You had everything, everything to look forward to. Who am I going to talk to now? Marcie: Mark? Mark: Marcie, hey. I was just -- Marcie: I know. I know. I came to pray for Jen, too. I still can't believe she's gone. Mark: Jen, yeah. I'm not even a good friend. Jen killed herself and here I am crying about my own messed-up life. Marcie: What's wrong? Mark: I'm so pathetic. Marcie: No, you're not. Mark: Yeah, I am. Marcie: What? What is it? Mark: I'm in love with a married man. Marcie: What? ***
Marcie: What do you mean, you're in love with a married man? Mark: I'm sleeping with him. Marcie: What? Mark: I've been sleeping with him for months. Marcie: What were you thinking? Mark: Well, he wasn't married when we first got together. Marcie: So you -- he got married after you feel in love with him? And he married a woman? Mark: Yes, yes, he's married to a woman, and he's sleeping with me. Do you want me to draw you a map? Marcie: Look, I'm -- I'm just trying to take this in, okay? You don't have to snap at me. Mark: Sorry. Marcie: It's okay. You know, I know what it's like to be in love with someone and not have them feel the same way. Mark: No, no, he loves me. He loves me just as much as I love him. Marcie: Then why isn't he with you? Mark: His job. He's got this whole high-profile lifestyle that he's afraid it would all crumble if anybody found out about us. Marcie: Being gay is not a stigma. Mark: Look, he's older, all right? He's got a grown kid, standing in the community. All that stuff means so much more to him than it does to me. Marcie: Mark, this isn't just about you. Mark: Look, I'm not the bad guy here, okay? Marcie: I didn't -- I -- Mark: I've even tried to talk to his wife about it. Marcie: What do you mean, "tried"? Mark: I couldn't go through with it. Marcie: Why not? Mark: He begged me not to. I told him he never should have married her. She was only going to get hurt. Marcie: Yeah, and he didn't care, did he? Don't you get it, Mark? He doesn't -- he doesn't love her and he doesn't love you, either. ***
Mark: Marcie, he loves me, okay, and we're going to be together just as soon as he works out his career. Marcie: Mark, I know this must hurt. I really do. But from the outside, it sounds like he's working you and his wife. Mark: No, he wants to be with me, okay? He just doesn't have a choice right now. Marcie: Married men don't leave their wives, Mark, for their lovers. Gay or straight, the lover is always expendable. Mark: This is different. You know, you just don't understand, all right? He needs to be married to a woman right now. Appearances are everything in his business. He'll leave her just as soon as he's appointed. Marcie: Appointed? Who -- who is this guy, Mark? You make him sound like he's a politician or something. Is he? Is he a politician, Mark? Why are you looking at me -- Mark: This isn't important right now. I -- Marcie: No. No, Mark, don't walk away. Mark: None of this would have happened for him if it hadn't been for me. I've stood by him this whole time. Marcie: Who are you having the affair with, Mark? Mark: He told me once he was Lieutenant Governor that he would get me a job, we'd be together. Marcie: Lieutenant Governor? Daniel? Daniel Colson? Is that the man you fell in love with, Mark? Mark? ***
Marcie: I -- I really -- I can't believe that you're with Daniel Colson. Mark: I know he comes off tough, but he's really -- Marcie: He's a married man, Mark, and he's married to one of my friends. He's married to Nora! And Riley -- he just lost Jen, and now he has to deal with this? Mark: I know, I know, all right? I've been living with all of this. God, I hate myself. Marcie: Stop it. Okay, stop it. Stop talking like that. Look, I know this is a mess, but we can work this out. We can. Mark: Look, Marcie, I love him, all right? I -- I know it's wrong, and I know that people are going to get hurt, but he's looking for a way to be with me, okay? Daniel's not going to break my heart. Marcie: He already has. Look at you. You're falling apart. And he's not looking for a way to be with you, Mark. He just married Nora. Mark: What do I do? Marcie: You got to end it. Mark: I can’t. Marcie: Yes, you have to, you know, before you get in any deeper than you already are. Oh, God. I got to -- I got to go. I -- God, I was supposed to be over at Lindsay’s -- Mark: Yeah, no, that's fine. Yeah, go. Marcie: A long time ago. Mark: I'll be fine, I'll be fine. Marcie: Are you sure? I don't think I can leave you like this, Mark. Mark: Look, I just needed someone to talk to. Marcie: Okay. But you have to make this right. You know that. Look, promise me that you're not going to do anything crazy, okay? Because I've just been thinking about Jen, and I keep thinking about everything that I should have said to her. Mark: Hey, hey, hey, I'm not going to do anything crazy. Marcie: Promise me that. Mark: I promise. But you have to promise me you won't tell anyone. Marcie: Oh, Mark, I don't know if I can do that. Mark: Look, Marcie, please, please -- Marcie: No, no, can't we talk about this later? Look, can't we -- can't we just get through today? Mark: Okay. Marcie: Okay? I love you. Mark: I love you. Marcie: Okay. Mark: Thanks. Marcie: All right, I got to go. *** Riley: Mark? Are you okay? ***
Riley: Mark? Mark: Yeah, it's -- it's Jen. I just miss her. I can't imagine what you're going through. Riley: Yeah, well -- Mark: Hey, I just want you to know that I'm here for you. Riley: Thanks. You're a good friend. Thank you for being here. *** Marcie: Nora. Nora: Hi, Marcie. Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost. ***
May 16, 2005
Marcie: Nora, um -- what I -- what I -- Nora: Marcie? Marcie: Yeah? Nora: You need to breathe now. Marcie: No, no, I know. I'm okay. I'm okay, really. I just don't know -- Nora: Come on in. Come in. Everyone is devastated by Jen's death. Marcie: Uh, Jen. Right! Right, Jen. You know, there's just so much that I -- that I wish I could have said to her, you know? Nora: Me, too. I would have liked to have told her how much I believed in her, and that no matter what the evidence said, I still never believed she was capable of killing Paul Cramer. And I would have liked to have told her that I loved her like one of my own. Marcie: She knew that. We talked about it. Nora: It hasn't been easy, you know, with Daniel and I on opposite sides of this issue, so -- Marcie: Yeah. Marcie's voice: I -- I really -- I can't believe that you're with Daniel Colson. Mark’s voice: I know he comes off tough, but he's really -- Marcie’s voice: He's a married man, Mark, and he's married to one of my friends. He's married to Nora! Marcie: Well, you know, it must be really tough to love someone and live with them and then not really know who they are. Nora: What? What are you talking about? Marcie: Uh – ***
Nora: Marcie, that was a very curious thing to say. Marcie: Well -- well, what do you mean? Nora: What you said about my living with someone and not really knowing them. Are you referring to my husband, Daniel? Mark’s voice: You have to promise me you won't tell anyone. Marcie: No! No. I mean, why would you say that? Nora: Because you said that. Marcie: Well, I mean, what I meant was, you know, it must have been a real struggle between your loyalty to Jen and your loyalty to Daniel. That's what I meant. Nora: You need to breathe some more. Marcie: Okay. Yeah. Nora: Just breathe. Marcie: Okay. Michael: Hi. Marcie: Hi! Hi. Michael: You ready to go? Marcie: Yes. Yes. Michael: Great. Listen, would you like a ride over to the memorial with us? Nora: Thank you very much, Michael. No, thank you. I want a couple of minutes alone by myself before the service. Michael: I understand. I know that Jen was very important to you. Nora: Yes, she was. It's kind of a bad day for everybody, isn't it? Bye. Marcie: Bye. Oh, God. Michael: You're a little pale, Marce. And you're shaking. Marcie: I know. Michael: You all right? Marcie: No! No, I'm -- I'm about to completely lose it, Michael, okay? People are dying around me left and right. They're being killed off just like in my book. My best friend just committed suicide for absolutely no reason. Nobody has any reason why she did it. And people are dying and being killed left and right, and then in the middle of it, one of my other friends tells me this huge secret, and I just -- it's eating me up, and I can't handle it, Michael. I just cannot -- Michael: You can tell me, okay? What is it? Marcie: I can’t. Michael: You can. Marcie: No, Michael, I -- God, I can't tell you. I wish I could tell you. I wish I could, but I really -- I just -- I can’t. Michael: Okay. Look, I'm sorry. Marcie: No -- Michael: You've been in the middle of this thing for a while now, and I just wish that I could -- I wish that I could make it all go away. Marcie: Me, too. Michael: I'm going to be with you at the memorial, okay? Marcie: Yeah? Michael: Yes. Marcie: Okay. Thank you. ***
Minister: Could everyone please come inside and take your seats? *** [Phone rings] Michael: Hmm. Marcie: I thought that you weren't on call today. Michael: I'm not. Marcie: Oh. Michael: Yeah, it's John. I got to take this. Marcie: Okay. Michael: I'll be right in. You going to be okay? [Ring] Marcie: I'll be fine. Michael: Okay. Look, John -- yeah, listen, this is a really bad time, okay? I'm at Jennifer Rappaport’s memorial service. You want me to do what? ***
All: "Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen." Minister: You may be seated. Viki Davidson has been asked to speak by Jen's mother, Lindsay. Viki: Jen's presence is very strong here today because she was so very much a part of all of our lives. I got to know Jen and really appreciate her during my time at the university when she was a part of the Love crew. And she was loved. She was so full of promise, so full of life. I don't know what happened to the promise and the life and the joy. I don't pretend to have the wisdom to understand any of this, but I do know that she is now in the hands of a very loving and merciful God. And I think that if there's any message we can take away from this most horrible of tragedies, it's that we must never, ever let despair or fear win. We must cling to the love and the mercy and the grace that surrounds each and every one of us every single day. And if we can't see the love, if we become blind to the mercy and the grace, it's because there is evil in this world, the evil that took away beautiful Jennifer. *** Michael: You know what you're asking me to do here? John: Yeah, I do. I'm trusting you're not going to be such a boy scout with something so important on the line. Michael: So, my brother, the police detective, wants his brother, the doctor, to perform an autopsy. An illegal autopsy, off the record, with no permission at all, and -- and against every possible legal and ethical rule in both our professions. This is it, huh? This is how it happens, right? This is how the McBain boys go right down the tube? John: We could always enroll in that truck driving school. Hey, Mike, listen to me. You got to trust that what I'm asking you to do is for all the right reasons. Michael: Okay. Who's the -- who's the cadaver? John: Jen Rappaport. Michael: What? You're -- you're serious? Oh, my -- John: Easy, easy. Michael, listen, listen -- you do your job here, Mike, and we walk out of here knowing that Jen didn't kill herself. Somebody murdered her to keep her quiet. Rex: She was killed, man. Now prove Jen was murdered and find the bastard who did it! Rex: You may not know this, but someone is trying to frame Jen for Cramer’s murder. Killed her to shut her up, made it look like she offed herself out of guilt. John: Don't push it, Rex. Michael: I'm not saying another word with this guy in the room, okay? John: It's your last chance, Balsom. Rex: I'm out of here. I'm not going to say a word to anybody about what's going down, as long as it goes down. [John groans] Michael: Nothing to worry about, huh? Well, now that we have Rex Balsom in the loop, I mean, maybe we should just tape this thing for the 6:00 news, John! John: Relax, Mike. Look, Bo gave us the go-ahead on this. Michael: And if anybody else finds out what I have done here -- that I performed an illegal autopsy -- I will lose my license! John: Mike, I know you want to do the right thing. And you're the only person in the world I trust more than myself. Michael: I hate you for this. John: Right back at you, bro. Michael: Lock the damn door. ***
Will: I remember once when we were younger, we were listening to music in her bedroom and we got into a little argument. I was saying how it's all in the tune of a song. If it doesn't catch you, then it's all over. Then Jen got that look in her eyes, and she went off about how it's all in the lyrics, and how without them you just have sounds. She said that -- she said it's the words that give a song its meaning. It tells you a story. She was probably right. I loved my sister, and so does my mom. And I only wish that we knew the words to Jen's own song, to her story. Then maybe we could have helped her. I'm going to miss her. Ron: What happened to Michael? Marcie: I don't know. He got a phone call and then he just left. Viki: I wonder where Natalie is. Jessica: She was supposed to come with Rex. Roxy: Rexy, where are you and Natty? People are going to start talking about me. I'm looking real bad here, so hurry up. ***
Minister: Anyone who would like to come forward and say something about Jen, please do so now. Matthew: Dad? Bo: Sure. Matthew: My teacher heard about Jen dying she said I didn't have to understand why Jen killed herself, it was okay to just feel bad about it. So I've been feeling bad and trying to be okay about feeling bad. [Part of transcript missing] Marcie: I wonder where Michael went. Ron: Maybe it was an emergency or something. Marcie: Maybe -- maybe, but I really needed him today, okay? ***
John: You're doing the right thing, Mikey. We all are. ***
Minister: In memory of Jennifer Rappaport. Marcie: They shine a little brighter they feel a little more they touch a life in ways no one has ever done before they love a little stronger and live to give their best and make our lives so blessed so why do they go so soon the ones with souls so beautiful? I heard someone say there must be borrowed angels here in this life they come along into this world and make this world bright but they can't stay forever because they're heaven sent and sometimes heaven needs them back again *** Michael: If this will prove that Jen didn't kill herself, that she was murdered, I'm okay with it. John: Good, Mike. Good. *** Marcie: They reach a little deeper to see what's in your soul and even when they leave you know you'll never let them go the world's a little richer just 'cause they came along their love goes on and on and on so why do they go so soon the ones with souls so beautiful? I heard someone say they must be borrowed angels here in this life they come along into this world and make this world bright but they can't stay forever because they're heaven sent and sometimes heaven needs them back again how else can you explain why they're here and not here to stay? I believe I believe there must be I believe there must be borrowed angels here in this life they come along into this world and make this world bright 'cause they can't stay forever 'cause they're heaven sent and sometimes heaven needs them back again and sometimes heaven needs them back again ***
May 17, 2005
John: How we doing? Michael: We're taking our time. You know, John, I'm not a pathologist, okay, so this isn't going to be your by-the-book autopsy. John: Something tells me the one the medical examiner did wasn't, either, so go ahead and throw out whatever books you want. Michael: You okay, bro? John: Not my first autopsy. Michael: Well, the original M.E. seems to have followed procedure. I don't see anything out of the ordinary thus far. John: See, the thing is, Mikey, if Jen killed herself by running that tube to her car's tailpipe, her fingerprints would be all over it. Michael: And they weren’t. Wait a second here. John: What? Michael: Yeah. Absolutely. John: Hey, Mike, you going to tell me, or do I have to guess? Michael: I think I just found what we're looking for. ***
John: Come on, Mikey, what do you got? Michael: Jen definitely didn't die of carbon monoxide poisoning. John: How do you know? Michael: Look at the eyes, okay? Now, you notice how they're dotted with petechial pinpoint hemorrhages? John: Translation, Mike. Michael: Okay. If she had died from carbon monoxide poisoning, the conjunctivae, the whites of her eyes, would be consistently pink. John: But they're not. Michael: Which means that she died from suffocation. Look, okay, now, note the tattooing of her skin. Now, had she died from C.O. poisoning, she would have a nice, fleshy, pink color. She doesn’t. She's purple. John: Which means? Michael: Which means that either the original autopsy was wrong or it was compromised. Either way, John, Jen didn't kill herself. *** John: See, the autopsy report says Jen's blood had a high level of carbon monoxide in it. Michael: It's wrong. John: You sure? Michael: It's wrong, John. I'll run the blood test again, okay, but everything that I've seen here shows that Jen didn't kill herself. Now, it's going to take a lot more to prove that it was murder. John: I know. I know. There's this letter that she sent Riley that could be construed as a suicide note. Colson was closing in on an arrest. She broke up with her boyfriend. Everything points neatly to a suicide. Michael: Yeah. Marcie thinks that it's her fault because of the suicide in her book. John: No, I don't think this has anything to do with "The Killing Club" murders. Doesn't fit. None of it makes sense. Michael: What are we supposed to do with any of this? I mean, none of this is admissible in court. This is an illegal autopsy. John, you should've got somebody who was licensed to do this, somebody who was licensed to perform autopsies. John: I don't trust anyone else, Mike. If you're right, this autopsy report has been corrupted. I need to know the second opinion isn’t. Michael: If anybody finds out what I have done here tonight, you and me both, guy -- we are going to lose our careers. We can kiss them goodbye. John: I'm willing to risk it, Mike. You want out, no hard feelings. I understand. ***
Daniel: Oh, thank you. Thank you, Mark. Mark: I can't stand this, being here with you and not being able to be with you. Daniel: Yeah, well, it's not easy for me, either. Mark: Then let's get out of here. Daniel: Not now. Mark: When? Daniel: Look, I'm expecting a phone call. If they're going to be making me Lieutenant Governor, I should get word any minute. Mark: What's taking so long? Daniel: I don't know, but the call's going to happen. And when it does, I'll get you a job in Harrisburg. While Nora’s in Llanview, maybe we can be together. But we can't mess things up. Mark: Look, I hope you're right. I don't know how much more of this I can take. *** Michael: Just as I thought. John: What? Michael: You notice there's some slight bruising -- it's slight, but it's there -- around the sternum area. John: Could've been from when Balsom did C.P.R. on her. I've heard about that. Michael: No, no, those would be much deeper bruises. But these -- these are slight because her heart had stopped way before Balsom ever got there. John: What about all this bruising on her arms? Michael: Could be a definite indication of a struggle. Okay, let's see what you've got inside of your lungs. ***
Nora: Why do I feel like there's something you're not telling me? Marcie: I -- I don't know. Nora: Hmm. Why are you so worried about me suddenly? Marcie: Well -- Mark: Because Marcie’s worried about everybody. It's "The Killing Club" murders. You know, she's afraid that anybody who gets involved with her will be the next victim. Nora: Well, that's very sweet of you, but I hardly fit the profile. Mark: You're the D.A.'s wife. I mean, he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Nora: Well, thank you. I'm glad to see someone else feels that way about Daniel. Mark: God, you were going to tell her about -- Marcie: No, no -- Mark: You were going to tell her about Daniel and me. Marcie: No, okay, I wasn’t. I wasn't going to tell her about you and Daniel. ***
John: You know what, Mikey? I'm about to give you a compliment. You really know what you're doing. Michael: Yeah, well, it's because I'm the genius of the family. John: Yeah, I'm going to let you have that little dream for the remainder of this autopsy. Michael: All right. We got blood. We got blood in Jen's lungs, and you got your proof. Jen died from manual asphyxiation ***
Marcie: I wasn't going to tell Nora about you and Daniel, okay? Mark: Didn't sound that way to me. Marcie: Look, maybe I couldn't help Jen, but I can help you and I can help Nora and I can help Daniel. Mark: What are you talking about? Marcie: You know you have to break things off. Mark: Look, I already told you I can't do that, okay? Hey, things are going to change. They're going to get better, you'll see ***
John: So if Jen was manually asphyxiated, that proves she was murdered. Michael: Blood in her lungs, ruptured vessels around her eyes, the bluish color of her lips and fingertips -- yeah, I'd say that that all adds up to a possible homicide. John: Possible? There were fresh bruises on her shoulders and her arms. That indicates sign of a struggle. Michael: John, I'm playing devil's advocate, okay? These bruises -- they could've happened anywhere, anytime, and by anyone. John: What, are you a lawyer now? Michael: No. But you're going to be up against one. John: You know what? You're right, Mike. I got to cover all my bases, so you're going to have to find me something else. Michael: John, I -- John: We're not leaving here, Mike, until you find something. ***
John: You see anything? Michael: Ha-ha-ha. See for yourself. John: Yeah? Michael: Go ahead. John: What is that? Is that plastic? Michael: Looks like it to me. John: Jen could have breathed it in when she was being suffocated. It could also indicate that she was murdered. Michael: No, no, no. The only thing that it indicates, John, is that she breathed in some foreign object. John: What are you trying to do? Michael: I'm trying to stay objective here. John: No, I don't think you are. I think you're trying to convince yourself of something you already know, Mike. Look, we're not -- we're not trying to publish some paper in a medical journal. We're just trying to catch a bad guy. I need you to tell me what this really all means. Michael: Somebody killed Jen. No doubt about it. ***
May 18, 2005
Marcie: Thanks for helping. I didn't want Lindsay or will to have to deal with this, you know? Mark: Of course, I'm glad to help. Besides, I don't really want to be alone tonight. Marcie: I understand. Mark: Yeah. Marcie: So it must have been tough, you know, seeing Daniel with Nora? Mark: You have no idea. Marcie: You know, you're going to have to deal with it sooner or later. They're married. Mark: They're living a lie. Marcie: Well, if you think your affair with Daniel is going to have a happy ending, so are you. ***
Marcie: If you try to break up Daniel and Nora’s marriage, the likeliest person to get hurt is you. Just end it. It's for your own good. Mark: I can't just turn of my feelings. Marcie: I know. Believe me, I know. Michael: Hey. How you doing? Listen, I really need to talk to you. Marcie: I'm not sure that I want to talk to you. Mark: I think I'll take this food out to the car. Michael: It’s really important. Marcie: Oh, yeah, more important than Jen's memorial service? How could you just get [words missing]? Michael: Because what I had to do was for Jen. It was for her family. It was for you. Ma: You know, I don't understand you, okay? Michael: Look, Jen didn't kill herself. She was murdered Marcie: How do you know that? Michael: Because John had me do a second autopsy, [words missing] - died from suffocation. Marcie: So she -- she didn’t commit suicide? Michael: No. No. And John figures that whoever killed Jen also killed Paul Cramer. *** Michael: Marcie? You got to promise me you're not going to say anything about the autopsy. Marcie: No, no, of course not. I just -- I don't know how I'm supposed to react to any of this anymore, Michael. Michael: Yeah. I don't know. Jen didn't kill herself. That should be -- that should be some consolation. Marcie: Consolation? You know, I keep thinking about Jen and I keep thinking about what it must have been like for her. She must've been just terrified. Michael: Yeah. John figures that she found out who it was that was framing her for Paul's murder. Marcie: It's just terrible. It's sad. Michael: Yeah. Marcie: I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got mad at you. I -- you know, I just had no clue where you were going when you got up to leave, and I was just -- I was feeling alone and I -- no, no, no, no. No. Michael: I -- I don't understand, Marcie. You know, you tell me that you're angry with me, you're upset because I'm not there for you, and then when I reach out for you, you pull away. I don't understand. I thought that we were friends. Marcie: We can't be friends! Michael: Why not? Marcie: Because everyone who gets close to me dies! ***
Marcie: I'm cursed. I mean, everyone who gets close to me, they die -- Al, Julie, Hudson, Jen. Michael: Al died of liver failure. Marcie: Al died from a Staph infection that he caught from me. Why couldn't it have been me instead of him? Michael: Because it doesn't work that way. Marcie: Well, then how does it work? Michael, how does it work? I mean, if I had just -- if I had just been there with Jen in the garage -- Michael: Yeah, then both of you would be dead. Marcie, this is not your fault. You have to believe that. Marcie: So what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to accept the fact that bad things happen and that there's nothing that I can do about it? That people who are close to me die and they die young? Am I supposed to accept that, Michael? I can't accept it! I can't do this! I can't go through this again! I can't lose someone else that I love! Michael: So what are you going to do, Marce? You going to never love anybody again for the rest of your life? Is that how you're going to live your life? *** Michael: I know you. I know how big your heart is and I know how much you care about people. Marcie: Maybe that's the problem. Michael: No, that's not a problem. It's who you are. And close friends and relationships, they're -- they're a wonderful gift. They make us happy, they help us enjoy life, and, yes, sometimes they end sooner than we would like them to. But I wouldn't give back even one of my relationships. I don't think you would, either. ***
May 23, 2005
Marcie: Hey. Mark: Hey. I was surprised to hear from you. Marcie: Yeah. Look, losing my best friend -- well, losing Jen, it -- it made me realize that I haven't been such a great friend to you. Mark: That's okay. You must really be missing her. Marcie: Yeah. Anyway, look, I figured, you know, Daniel's going to be with a whole bunch of family and politician-type people today and -- I don't know -- you know, I thought just -- God, I just hated the thought of you being alone, so -- Mark: Actually, I was with him all night last night. Marcie: What? Mark: Yeah, and everything was great till -- I don't know -- I told him I was coming to the ceremony, and he freaks out, tells me not to show up. Marcie: Well, come on, Mark! I mean, did you really expect Daniel to go public with your relationship? Mark: A little louder, Marcie -- I don't think the lady at the counter heard you. Marcie: Look, I'm sorry, all right? But you have to break things off with Daniel. The longer you let it go, the more it's going to hurt when it finally ends. Mark: I know you're just trying to help, but you weren't there last night. Daniel really loves me. Marcie: I'm not saying that he doesn't love you. Mark: Look, all I'm saying is that after the ceremony, everything changes for us. You'll see. ***
Marcie: I'm sorry to bother you with my problems, but -- well, I didn't have anyone else to talk to. It's about Mark. You see, he's involved with someone who's really bad for him and -- um -- well, you know, even if it does work out, somehow it's going to wind up hurting so many other people. And I don't know what to do. I miss you so much. I wish -- I wish that you were here. Michael told me that -- that you didn't kill yourself, that you -- that you were murdered. I wish you could tell me what happened. Michael: Well, we might find out more about that soon. Marcie: Really? Did John tell you something? Michael: Yeah. He said that they're hoping to make an arrest soon. Marcie: You mean they're going to -- they're going to arrest Jen’s killer? Oh, thank God. You know, maybe now she can find some peace. Michael: Yeah. Maybe you can, too. ***
Marcie: You know what? I -- I feel better knowing that Jen didn't kill herself. Thank you. I know what you did, and I know that it wasn't easy. And I know that you did it for Jen and -- and that you did it for me, too. Michael: Doesn't make losing her any easier. Marcie: No. But there's comfort in knowing the truth, so thank you. Michael: You don't have to keep thanking me. I did the only thing I could do. Marcie: I know. Well, I guess -- I guess we better get going to City Hall. Michael: Yeah. Marcie: You know, I want to -- I want to be there for Riley, just in case. Michael: In case of what? Marcie: Nothing. Why, do you -- do you know something? Michael: Well, John told me that something big was going to be happening at the swearing-in. Marcie: Oh. Michael: I'm sure it has something to do with Jen’s killer. Marcie: Yeah. Well, I was thinking about something else. ***
May 24, 2005
[Music plays] Marcie: What are you thinking about? You've been distracted ever since we got here. Michael: I know too much, I guess. You know, it's weird to know so much about the investigation into Jen’s murder. I don't know how it's going to turn out. Marcie: Well, why don't you call your brother? You know, maybe there's something new. Michael: Yeah, I don't know. He's had so much on his plate right now, I'm not sure he'll even take the call. Marcie: You can try. Michael: Yeah. Yeah, I guess -- I guess it's worth a try. Mark: Isn't this fantastic? Marcie: Mark, I don't get you. It's just -- I don't even know how you can stand to be here right now. Mark: Look, I already told you -- once he takes the oath of office, everything changes for us. Marcie: Yeah -- it'll be harder to see him. Mark: No. We've already figured that out. If he goes straight to the capital, he'll only be in Llanview a few days out of the month. The rest of the time he'll be at the mansion in Harrisburg, and so will I. Marcie: Mark, look -- Riley: What the hell are you talking about? ***
Riley: You know, Mark, that's the second time I've heard you talk about you and my dad and what you plan to do when he gets to Harrisburg. Mark: Well -- um -- I'm interested in politics. You know, I mean, and with your dad as Lieutenant Governor now, I -- Riley: You want him to help you get you a job in the capital? Mark: Yeah. Something wrong with that? Riley: I guess not. Mark: Hey, look, Riley, I -- I'm sorry. You know, I shouldn't be worried about myself right now, and God knows this has been tough for you the past few days -- losing Jen. Hey, I mean, seeing your dad honored like this -- it's got to make you proud, right? Riley: Yeah, I am proud, but, you know, it doesn't change anything. Nothing that happens here or anywhere is going to bring her back. Mark: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be -- Riley: Don't worry about it. I'm going to get back to my dad. Marcie: There is such a thing as trying too hard, Mark. Mark: Yeah, I know that -- all too well. ***
Michael: Hey, I think it's about to start. Marcie: You know, that was just Rex on the phone. Michael: Yeah? What did he want? Marcie: I don't know. I told him that the ceremony was starting early, and then he completely freaked out. Michael: What'd he say? Marcie: He hung up on me. Michael: Maybe it could be that something's about to go down. Marcie: What? I mean, what could possibly happen at the swearing-in? Michael: I don't know. I guess we're just going to have to wait and see. Mark: Hey, guys, it's about to start. Come on. Marcie: Yeah, okay. ***
Harrison: Welcome, one and all. I have the honor and good fortune to be Governor of this great state. [Applause] Harrison: And I am proud and pleased to witness today the swearing-in of a man who will bring a singular dedication, integrity, and honor to the second-highest position in the government of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. In a few moments, the Honorable Judge Ryan Fillmore and I will administer the oath of office to our new Lieutenant Governor, Daniel Colson. [Cheers] ***
Riley: What's going on? Bo: I have something to discuss with you, Daniel. Daniel: Now? Bo: We can take it inside. I have clearance to use the mayor's office. We can talk in there. Riley: Talk about what? Rex: Let Bo do what he has to do. Riley: Stay out of this. Bo: I'm giving you the chance to do this privately, Daniel, to avoid a scene. Daniel: You're really pushing your luck here, Buchanan. Bo: It's either in the mayor's office or out here, your call. Harrison: Buchanan, this is beneath you. Daniel: This is exactly what I was talking to you about, Governor. He's gunning for me. It's a personal vendetta. Harrison: Clearly, this is not the time or the place to do this. Now, please, step aside and let's finish the ceremony. Bo: What's it going to be, Colson? Nora: Just stop it, okay? You're just trying to ruin Daniel's day by stopping the ceremony. Just say what you have to say, before we all start wondering what the hell's gotten into the Commissioner of Police. ***
Marcie: What's happening? Nora: What's the matter, Bo? You can't stand to see me happy? Bo: This isn't about you, Nora. I have business with Daniel. Nora: You tried to stop me from marrying Daniel. John: Nora -- Nora: And now you're here trying to smear him, professionally and publicly? You're the only one that's going to look bad in this picture, Bo. John: It would be in everyone's best interest if we talked to Daniel inside. Nora: Absolutely not. I will not have Daniel's day ruined because of your petty professional jealousy. Daniel: It's okay, Nora, it's okay. In the end, it'll all backfire on him. Nora: So put your hand on the bible. Let's continue taking the oath of office. They can't take that away from you. Bo: Actually, I can. ***
Daniel: That bible has been in my family for generations. I'd like it back. Thank you. Bo: You're going to need it. Theodore Daniel Colson, you're under arrest for the murder of Jennifer Rappaport. ***
May 25, 2005
Marcie: Please tell me that you didn't know about this, Mark. Mark: It's not true. None of this is true. It can't be. John: This could get real ugly real fast. Bo: Yeah, let's try to get him out of here. John: All right. Daniel: You don't know what you're doing, John. Nora: Just -- John, just wait. Will you please just -- just wait? Look, if we can maybe work this thing out here, figure something out -- but the facts are wrong or you got wires crossed or some-- you don't have a motive! John: We can't do this here, Bo. Bo: I know. We'll tell you everything down at the station. Nora: No, you will not. If there's a chance to salvage this, then you will tell me now. What possible reason did Daniel have to kill Paul Cramer? ***
Officer: We called for backup. Nora: Unless you have a motive, you're not taking my husband anywhere. Bo: Nora, you don't want to do this here. Trust me. Nora: Trust you? You started this circus. Now finish it. Bo: Nora -- Nora: Why would Daniel kill Paul Cramer? Riley: Forget about Cramer. I want to know why you keep accusing him of killing Jen. Lindsay: Tell us, Daniel. Did you kill her? Did you? John: Hey, move them back. Get those people back. Riley: Bo, you keep saying you have something. Now tell us. Harrison: Yes, Commissioner. I'd like to hear this myself. Bo: Daniel killed Jen as part of a cover-up. Do you want to finish this? Daniel: I don't know what you're talking about. Bo: Yes, you do. You've got your wife and your son standing right here. Last chance to tell them the truth. Daniel: I have nothing to say. I know my rights. Bo: Daniel killed Paul Cramer because Cramer was blackmailing him. Nora: Blackmailing him with what? Nora: Why was Paul Cramer blackmailing you, Daniel? I want to know. Daniel? ***
Marcie: John didn't tell you any of this? Michael: No. I just helped with the autopsy, like I told you. Hey, what's up with Mark? Why is he tripping? ***
Nora: Daniel, talk to me. Why was Cramer blackmailing you? Daniel: Nora, ask Bo. He seems to have all the answers. Nora: All right, what evidence do you have that Daniel was being blackmailed by Paul Cramer? Or is this another shot in the dark, like when you arrested Dorian Lord for his murder? Oh, wait -- no, you arrested David Vickers for his murder. Oh, wait -- actually, on second thought -- or third thought -- you brought Jen in for questioning on Paul Cramer’s murder, as well. John: Bo, we got to get this closed down. Nora: Will someone please tell me what's happening? Bo: Fine. If Colson won't tell you, I will. Daniel was having an affair. That's why Paul Cramer was blackmailing him. Harrison: Your Honor, I think we ought to let the commissioner handle this from here on in. Daniel: These charges are baseless. Buchanan's been after me ever since I started dating his ex. Harrison: I'm not looking to have another Lieutenant Governor ousted by scandal. Nora: An affair? You're having an affair? Who are you sleeping with, Daniel? ***
Mark: It's a mistake. It's just a mistake. It has to be. *** Marcie: Poor Nora. This is just getting worse for her by the minute. Michael: Yeah, but don't worry about it. I mean, John's got this guy, okay? He's not going to get away with killing Jen. *** Nora: All right, Commissioner, who kills two people to cover up an affair, hmm? Daniel and I weren't even married when Paul Cramer was murdered. Bo: No, you weren’t. Nora: Well, so, who is this mystery woman worth killing for? Please, I would love to meet her. Bo: Nora, you don't want to do this now. Nora: Are you kidding me? After what you pulled today? You tell me who my husband's allegedly sleeping with or I will sue you for defamation myself. John: Just tell her, Bo. We need to end this. Daniel: What's the matter, Commissioner? Isn't this playing out the way you imagined? Nora: If my husband is having an affair, I want to know. Daniel: He's got nothing. Nora: Give me the woman's name. Bo: It's not a woman. ***
Reporter: We're still awaiting confirmation that Commissioner Buchanan has just accused D.A. Daniel Colson of having an illicit homosexual affair that was exploited by Paul crammer. *** Daniel: Look; you don't believe any of this, do you? Nora: What do you mean, he's not seeing a woman? You said he was having an affair -- what are you saying? Rex: He's saying Colson's gay, Nora, and the son of a bitch killed Jen to keep it quiet! ***
Riley: My father is not gay! Man: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Take it easy! Hey! Daniel: You better have a hell of a case or I'm going to have both of your badges. Nora: I think I would know if my husband was gay. Mark: He is gay. I should know. Marcie: No, Mark, no! Mark: We've been dating for months. Woman: Oh! ***
May 26, 2005
Nora: I think I would know if my husband was gay. Mark: He is gay! I should know! Marcie: No, Mark, no! Mark: We've been dating for months. [Crowd gasps, buzzes] Reporter: So how long have you been sleeping with -- Second reporter: Where did you meet him? Mark: Daniel and I are together. We're in love. I don't care who knows it. Reporter: A bombshell here in Llanview. District Attorney Daniel Colson has just been accused of the double murders of Paul Cramer and Jennifer Rappaport. Harrison: Look, in the interest of all this, I think it might be a good idea if we took this all inside. Bo: Too late now, Governor. Mark: Look, Daniel didn't kill anyone. The only thing he's been hiding is our relationship. Nora: Daniel, are you in love with him? Marcie: Mark, don't do this. Mark: It's fine, it's out in the open. Everyone knows. We can finally be together. I told him that he needed to talk to you. I -- I'm sorry you had to find out this way. ***
Mark: Tell them you're innocent, Daniel. Tell them you didn't kill anyone! Riley: Dad? Harrison: Colson, you're on your own. Reporter: Mr. Colson! Is it true that you're gay? What about your recent marriage? And how old is your lover? Second reporter: How long have you and the district attorney been together? Mark: Get out of my face right now! Reporter: Do you plan on leaving your wife? Second reporter: What about the murders? You're accused of being a serial killer. Daniel: Accused is exactly the point. Just accused. And I'm not saying anything else until I see my lawyer. Lindsay: Daniel killed Jen? I've accused him of a lot of things, but he's Riley's father. How could this happen? Reporter: Mrs. Colson, how does it feel to hear these accusations that your husband's a murderer and cheating on you with another man? Second reporter: Double murder, political corruption, infidelity -- Bo: Get him down off the stage and read him his rights. John: All right. Daniel Colson, you have the right to remain silent. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand your rights? Daniel: I understand. John: Let's go. Reporter: He came here to take the oath of office as the Lieutenant Governor of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. But if these allegations are -- Mark: Daniel? Daniel? Marcie: Mark -- Mark, don’t. Reporter: True, Daniel Colson's days as a free man are over. Second reporter: How does it feel to be on the other side of the law? Riley: Dad -- John: Get him back. Daniel: Riley, I can't say anything right now, I can’t. John: Let's go. Get it going. Let's go; let's get out of here. Get these people back. ***
Bo: Come on; let's get you out of here. Reporter: Mrs. Colson? Mrs. Colson -- Mrs. Colson, do you believe that your husband's a murderer? Was there anything in the behavior -- Second reporter: Did you have any idea your husband was gay? Bo: Uh -- that's enough! Reporter: Look, Commissioner, there are reports that there's a rift between you and your ex-wife’s husband. Bo: Are you looking to lose your press credentials? Reporter: I'm just asking questions. I mean, there are allegations that you were trying to destroy D.A. Colson's career. Reporters: Commissioner! Reporter: Commissioner, you have a – ***
Michael: Hey, come on; let's get you out of here. Mark: Riley? Riley: What the hell do you want? Mark: Your father didn't kill anyone, okay? He would never do that. Marcie: Look, Mark, maybe you shouldn't talk to him. Mark: I know this must come as a shock, but your dad and I really love each other. Riley: What the hell is wrong with you? Mark: I just want you to be able to accept that, all right? I -- Riley: Accept this! ***
John: Oh. Day didn't turn out quite the way you had planned, did it? Daniel: I want my lawyer. John: Oh, you need more than a lawyer. You might need a priest, because I'm pretty sure you're going to burn for this. Daniel: Yeah, you've done such a great job with "The Killing Club" murders, haven't you, John? John: You know, Colson, that might've bothered me when you were still the DA, but you're not. You're just a normal perp now. I'm fairly sure you're going to be lucky to spend the rest of your life in jail. Daniel: I want my attorney. John: Why? We're just two guys talking. Daniel: I know my rights. John: Yeah? What about Jen's rights? Or your son's? You killed someone for what -- I don't understand -- a job, to be Brooks' whipping boy? Daniel: I think we're through here, Lieutenant. John: You committed capital murder, and the irony is your own staff is going to be making the case against you. Daniel: You're blowing smoke. John: And what about the people that trusted you? Think about Riley. He's going to have nightmares about this for the rest of his life -- about what Jen went through, hating you, hating himself, wishing you were dead. Daniel: If you have such a strong case, why don't you get the riding ADA and finish this? , Come on, John, don't tell me you're actually waiting for a confession? John: Your life is over, Colson. The only choice you have left is whether to put the people around you through more heartache. Nora, Riley, Lindsay -- you destroyed their lives. Now you're going to, what, you're going to put them through a trial? My advice -- be a man, confess to what you did. ***
Reporter: Mrs. Colson -- Mrs. Colson, Nora -- Nora: Don't touch me! Reporter: Look, this is your chance to tell our viewers your side of the story. Bo: No, that's enough, that's enough. Come on; come on. Please. I'm going to have to take you -- I'll throw you in jail for harassment, okay? Reporter: I'll need a statement sometime soon, Commissioner. Bo: I know. Reporter: Come on. Bo: You okay? Nora: What do you think? ***
Michael: Hey -- hey, Riley, no! Marcie: No, Riley! Riley -- Michael: Riley, you do not want to do this here, man! Riley: Yes, I do! Marcie: No, it is not going to help the situation! Riley: My dad just got arrested for killing my girlfriend! Mark: He didn't do that, okay? I know him! I love him, just like you do! We're on the same side of this, right? Riley: Do you think I give a damn about your little secret relationship? You think I give a damn about you? Mark: Riley, I promise you, you have to trust me. Riley: Just get out of here before I kick you ass! Michael: Go! Marcie: You need to leave him alone, okay? He just needs a little space. Mark: This was just a mistake, all right? It was just a big mistake. Riley: Let go of me! ***
Rex: Kept my promise. Found Jen's killer. I cleared her name. She can rest now. Michael: I can't imagine what he's going through right now. Marcie: I know, it's crazy. Michael: How about you? You okay? Marcie: I'm just trying to take it all in. You know, I think I'm going to stay with Riley. Is that okay? Michael: Yeah. Yeah, I think he's going to need it. You need anything, call me. Marcie: I will. Riley: I can't believe this is happening. Marcie: I know. Riley: Do you think it's true? Do you think my dad really killed Jen? Marcie: I don't know, but that's what the police think. Riley: What about Mark? You know, he pretends to be my friend the whole time, and then he's sleeping with my dad. Can you believe that? Marcie: I already knew. ***
Riley: You knew my dad was gay? You knew he was cheating on Nora with Mark? Marcie: I just found out yesterday. It was -- it was right before Jen's service. I told Mark to end it. I told him that it wasn't right. Riley: Why didn't you tell me? Marc: I didn't think it was my place. Besides, you wouldn't even have believed me. Riley: Oh, that's not the point! Why didn't you say anything? Marcie: I didn't know what to do! Riley: So you know -- Mark and my dad? What, did you know, too? Rex: What are you talking about? Riley: Yesterday, that whole crap at the garage about finding the real killer of Jen -- you already knew it was my dad, didn't you? You already knew about him and Mark. What, did you know? Did everyone know except me? Am I the only one who didn't know the truth about my dad? ***
May 27, 2005
Rex: You want to get pissed at somebody? Try your old man. He's the one who lied to you, and he's the one who killed Jen. Riley: Shut up. Marcie: Look, we are all upset here, okay, so let it go, Rex. Riley: I bet you both really enjoyed this, didn't you? Watching it play out, watching me and my dad get destroyed. Lindsay: Nobody had a good time! There's nothing good about this! Whatever's happened, Jen's gone. Rex: Come on, Lindsay, you don't need this. Riley: What? What, you running away again? I always told Jen you were sick. Why don't you come back here and face me? Marcie: Riley, don't! Riley: Look, just stay out of my way! Marcie: No, look -- what are you going to do? What, are you going to go after Rex the way you went after Mark? If you want to punch somebody, punch me! ***
Marcie: I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about your dad and Mark. It's just that, you know, you were dealing with so many things, and -- you have to believe me, okay? I did not know that the police thought that your dad was -- Riley: A killer? Bo knew. John McBain, Rex. You talk about a setup -- Marcie: No, I don't think that was it. I think Rex was just trying to help Jen. He was just trying to figure out who killed her. Riley: I just can't believe it. Marcie: Look -- look, you have so many things that are going through your mind that you have to think about right now. Riley: Starting with the fact that my father turned me against the woman I love to protect himself. Marcie: You're hurt, and you're angry. Riley: Because my dad has been lying to me my whole life about being gay! He gets married, he has a kid, he treats his wife bad. I wonder why. I think he hates her. I'm pretty sure he hates me. And I don't know why. Marcie: Look, I don't -- I don't know what your father is thinking. But he doesn't hate you. Riley: Yeah, well, you know what? I hate him. I hate who or what he is! You know, I don't even know what that is! I don't even know who or what I am now. ***
Natalie: L.P.D. I'm sorry, the commissioner's not available. You're going to have to call back later. Michael: Is my brother around? Natalie: He's in his office, but it's not a good time right now. Michael: Yeah, I know. I was down at City Hall when the whole thing went down. I think Marcie’s still there with Riley. Man, talk about getting blindsided- Natalie: Yeah, you know what? I feel really bad for Riley, but I don't have time to play catch up with you. Michael: Did I ask you to? I came here to make a statement about the autopsy. Natalie: Oh, the official one, or the one you did without anybody knowing? Michael: How did you know about that? Natalie: I work here. Michael: Look, I didn't ask for the attitude, okay? You know what? I'm going to find John. Natalie: No, no, no, no -- sit, sit, sit. I will find him. Just stay out of the way. ***
Marcie: I know who Riley Colson is. He's an amazing musician. He's an artist. He's a great friend. And he's someone whose heart is this big, and it is filled with love. Riley: No, not anymore. Because you know what? I am Daniel Colson's son. And do you know what that is? I don’t. Marcie: Don't do this, Riley. Riley: He convinced me that Jen was a killer and that she killed Paul Cramer, and I bought into it. Until I got my head straight, and then, you know, it was too late. She was gone. Marcie: She still loved you. Riley: Well, she shouldn't have. Because I let her down. And if I hadn't -- Marcie: What? What, do you think you would have been able to stop your father from killing her? Riley: I don't know! I don't know anything right now. I just know that Jen's gone, and she's dead. Marcie: Well, Riley, where are you going? Riley: I don'. I -- I hate myself. I got to get out of here. Marcie: Riley! ***
Michael: Okay. I waited. I'm done. If Evangeline can get in to see my brother, then so can I. Natalie: Evangeline's with John? Michael: Well, that got your attention. Natalie: Well, she shouldn't be bothering him. Michael: Well, maybe she isn’t. Maybe he likes having people that he cares about around him, and maybe he'd be upset to find out that you're shutting them out. Okay. I'm sorry. Natalie: I'm sorry, what? I really can't hear you. You have to say it louder. Michael: I said I'm sorry. You happy? Natalie: Ecstatic ***
Michael: So, how's Riley? Marcie: I'm really worried about him, Michael. You know, I tried to talk him down, but he just -- he ran right off and I couldn't stop him, and I don't know where he's going to go or what he's going to do. Michael: I could -- I could ask John to send a unit out to look for him. Marcie: I don't want anything else happening to anybody else that I care about, Michael. I mean, if I lost one more person, I wouldn't know what to do. Michael: Come here. Come here. ***
Natalie: What are you doing here? Rex: What do you think? Natalie: Rex, please, just -- just go home. Let the police handle this this time, please. Marcie: Lindsay, maybe I should take you home. Lindsay: No, I have a right to face the man who murdered my daughter. Marcie: Oh, I know, but it's just going to make you feel worse. Lindsay: I couldn't feel any worse. He took away the one thing that meant anything in my life. Bo: Lindsay? I know what you're going through, and you know that I do, but you shouldn't be here right now. Rex: We're not going anywhere. Bo: You've got to let us do our job. Rex: Do your job? You wouldn't even have Colson if it weren't for me. Bo: You know, Balsom, that's true. And I appreciate everything you did, but it's in our hands now. And I'm warning you, Rex -- don't do anything to screw this up. Rex: That's why we're here -- to make sure you don’t. Lindsay: No, he's right. We want to make sure that Daniel's caught. And one day he'll have to face me. One day, I want to make sure that he feels the pain that I have felt. ***
Lindsay: This must have been where Daniel waited for her by the car. Rex: Oh, don't -- don't do this to yourself, Lindsay. Lindsay: I'm okay. Rex: Are you sure? Lindsay: I've been beating myself up wondering what I could've done to stop it, thinking that I'd missed all the signs. Then it turns out that Jen didn't take her own life -- someone had taken it from her. You tried to tell me. But part of me just wasn't sure. And now I know. Now I know there was nothing I could've done to protect her. But there's something that I can do now. Michael: Lindsay, we should really get you upstairs. You should -- you should rest. You know, I could prescribe you something to help you calm down. Lindsay: No, I don't want to be numb. I want to feel this. I need to feel my life. Lindsay: And I need to say goodbye to my daughter. ***
Natalie: Hey. Your brother came by to see you earlier, but I think he left with Marcie. John: You know, Natalie, days like this I think I shouldn't have dropped out of bartending school. Natalie: Hey, I know it sucks sometimes. But there's nothing more that you could've done. You did everything you had to. ***
May 31, 2005
Rex: So you're planning on catching "The Killing Club" psycho? This is crazy, Natty. Natalie: You weren't just involved in a murder investigation? This guy, whoever he is, he follows a pattern. He targets specific people in specific places just like in Marcie's book, so if I could just get one step ahead of him -- Rex: Then you'd get killed just like in the book. Natalie: Don't you understand, Rex? I'm already a target. That waitress who was murdered -- that was supposed to be me. Rex: Ok, so any sane person would either lay low or get out of dodge. But you want to throw yourself in this guy's face, all for what -- oh, right -- to impress John Mc Bain. Natalie: No! Rex: You're telling me Mc Bain has nothing to do with this? Natalie: Not in the way that you think. All right, look, John takes these cases personally. He gets haunted by them, he gets obsessed with them, and he's not the type of guy who goes around telling everybody what's going on. He just keeps grinding away until he finds some answers, but see, the answers aren't coming to him, so I can help. I can help him come to peace, and that's not such a bad thing, right? Rex: So what's your plan if you do happen to draw this nut bag out? Natalie: This is a mistake. Rex: Yeah, you got that right. Natalie: No -- you're the mistake. Whatever. I'm going to catch this guy myself. Rex: Sit. Tell me the plan. Natalie: You're going to help me? Rex: I didn't say that, but I'll listen. How exactly do you intend to catch this guy? ***
John: Would you like to take a seat? Lindsay: I'm fine where I am. John: Can I get you some coffee? Lindsay: No. I would like you to take me to see Daniel Colson right now. John: I understand how you feel, Lindsay. Lindsay: Why does everybody keep saying that to me? John: You're right, I'm sorry. If I -- if I were you, I'd want to do the same thing, but I just don't think it's the right time. R.J.: That's what I told her. Lindsay, it's just too soon. Lindsay: Jen's dying was way too soon. I want to look that man in the eye and ask him why he did it. I have the right to that, John, and I'm not leaving until I do it. John: Calm down for one second, right? Will you excuse me? I'll be right back Hey. Marcie: Hi. John: Thanks for coming down. Will you wait for me in my office? Marcie: Yeah. Sure. John: Thank you, Marcie. Hayes: This place gives me the creeps. Marcie: Why? Hayes: They're all staring at us. Marcie: They're not -- they're not staring at you, ok? They're staring at me because I used to work here and now I'm famous for writing a book that's turned into a blueprint for a serial killer, ok? Lindsay: Are you telling me that no one has been in to see Daniel? John: Only one person, and if it's any consolation, I don't think that Colson will be enjoying that visit. ***
Natalie: Ok. The plan. Rex: Do you even have one besides walking outside and yelling "shoot me"? Natalie: This guy -- he follows a pattern all laid out in Marcie's book, and every victim was connected in some form to the love crew. Rex: The waitress wasn't. Natalie: The waitress looked exactly like me. She could have been my sister. In fact, it gives me chills just to think about it. Rex: Yeah, which should be one more reason for you to take a pass on this. Natalie: The guy has to know that he made a mistake big time and he's going to try again. Rex: So why hasn't he? Natalie: Because he follows the book. Each murder is done in a specific time, a specific place, and we have to find the next logical place that the killer would strike. Then we bring John in on it. Rex: Oh, ok, so we would just be, what, scouting locations? Natalie: Exactly. And then when John sees that it makes sense -- Rex: He'll let you be the bait. Natalie: It's worth a shot, right? Rex: Oh, wrong. Your plan sucks. And Mc Bain would never let you get near this psycho. Natalie: I can help stop him. Rex: I'll tell you what. I'll help you get your man. Natalie: You will? Rex: Hmm -- not the killer, but I'll help you get Mc Bain. That is still the real point, isn't it? ***
Hayes: So why do you -- why do you think Mc Bain wants to talk to us? Marcie: I don't know. How am I supposed to know? Will you just chill, ok? You're making me nervous. What's wrong with you anyway? Hayes: Oh, I don't know. I finally hit the mother lode with a book that's selling faster than we can print it and some local cop's trying to mess everything up. Marcie: What are you talking about? Hayes: Now, look, you're a great writer and all that, but -- Marcie: But what? Hayes: But a big reason this book is a bestseller is because of the publicity we're getting from all these murders. Marcie: Oh, so you'd actually like him to continue killing people? Hayes: Well, I didn't say that, but -- Marcie: Look, if I can help John catch this killer, then I'm going to do whatever it takes, and so are you. You got it? Hayes: Ok, ok, ok. We probably squeezed as much juice out of this thing as we can anyway. I don't think there's going to be any more murders. Ahem. John: And just how would you know that? ***
John: Most serial killers don't just move on. They keep going until they're caught. Marcie: What if we took them all back? What if we called all the bookstores and asked them to take "The Killing Club" off the shelves? Hayes: What, are you crazy? Take a bestseller off the shelves? Marcie: Well, maybe it will stop someone else from getting any other ideas. Hayes: Might as well take every murder mystery from the stores. Marcie: My book is the only one that caused all of these murders. Ok, everyone I know is in danger because of me and that stupid book that I wrote, and I want it to end. John: Marcie, this isn't necessarily happening because of you. Hayes: You see? You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Marcie. John: You, however, might want to think about your own responsibility in all this. *****
Natalie: You're such a -- hmm! Rex: Oh, I know, I know. Pick a four-letter word. Natalie: I am not -- I repeat -- I am not trying to impress John Mc Bain. Rex: Natty, you may not think you're doing this to get Mc Bain's attention, but it's at least part of it. Natalie: Ok. Let's say for argument's sake, yeah, I'm trying to get john to open his eyes up towards me. My plan is still a good plan. Rex: It's too risky, even with the cops involved. Natalie: What happened to my Rex? I mean, the rex I know takes risks. Stupid ones, but he goes for it. So, I want to know why is it ok for you and not for me? Rex: Because you're the only sister I have. Unless, of course, Roxy's holding out on us. Natalie: So you're not going in on this with me, are you? Right. Ok, well, I got to get back to work, because I really don't want John firing me on top of all of this. Rex: Yeah. That would put a big time crimp in your seduction plans, wouldn't it? Natalie: My "seduction plans" are nonexistent these days. ***
Hayes: So now you're blaming me for the murders? John: I'm not blaming anyone but the killer. You are, though, giving him what he wants. Hayes: And what's that, exactly? John: Attention. These guys love to be noticed, and with your publicity campaign, you've got people talking about "The Killing Club" killer all the time. Hayes: Yeah. It's my job. John: Yeah, it's my job to interview anyone who has anything to do with this damn book, from the publisher to the publicist to the guy that sweeps the floors. Marcie: Well, how can we help? John: Well, you can help by giving me a list of all the key players involved. Hayes: What, you mean you want me to do your job for you? John: No. And if you don't want to cooperate, just say so. Hayes: Not if it's going to be a witch hunt. You can count me out. Marcie: Hayes -- I'm sorry, John. I have no idea where that thing came from. He's -- John: It's ok, Marcie. Yeah, sometimes you don't have to ask questions to get the answers that you need. *** John: So what do you know about this knucklehead? Marcie: Hayes? John: Hmm. Marcie: Nothing. Except he's obnoxious. John: Yeah. What about any family or friends of his? Marcie: I don't talk to him about that kind of stuff. All Hayes cares about is selling books. Not that that means anything now. John: I'm sorry this has turned around on you, Marcie. Marcie: I -- I just feel responsible, you know? John: It's not your fault. Marcie: Everybody keeps saying that. You know, you keep saying that, Michael saying that, everybody keeps saying that, but I wrote the book. John: Well, then maybe you should think about writing something else. Marcie: No, I'm not writing a book ever again. It's not happening. John: Yeah? Well, this would be more of a limited release for a small audience. Like me. Marcie: I don't understand. John: I want you to write something, Marcie. I want you to -- I want you to write about anybody that might have had a role in "The Killing Club," you know, family, friends, teachers. Write about what you know about them -- their personalities, their quirks -- anything you can think of. Marcie: Well, I mean, I'm willing to do whatever you want me to, but do you really think it's going to help? John: One way or another, these murders are connected to you, right? Marcie: Yeah. John: So I just need you to dig deep and write it all down. You never know what you might come up with. Marcie: All right. I'll give it a try, if you want me to. John: Thanks. Marcie: See you later. John: See you later. Marcie: Hey, John? John: Yeah? Marcie: Thanks for making me feel useful. John: You're going to help us catch this guy, Marcie. ***
Natalie: Look, I'd just appreciate it if you would not tell john what we talked about earlier. Rex: It's not my style, Natty. But, I'm counting on you not to do anything stupid. Can we make a deal on that? Huh? Rex: Hey. You all right? Lindsay: I'm fine. And I'd be a lot better if someone would take me to see the animal who murdered my daughter! R.J.: Yeah, the cops are saying that Colson is off-limits, and I've been trying to get Lindsay to let me take her home. Lindsay: And I told you I'm not going anywhere till someone, anyone, helps me. Rex: Sometimes I make myself forget, you know? Natalie: What? Rex: That Jen's gone, she's never coming back. For a few minutes here and there, I can just roll those thoughts right out of my head, you know, but they keep coming back. Natalie: I know. Rex: Does it ever go away, Natty? I mean, when you lose somebody you love, how do you move on ***
Rex: Hey, Mc Bain, any new leads on "The Killing Club" case? John: No, Rex, but you'll be the first person to know when I do. Rex: Ok, just asking. John: Mm-hmm. Rex: I'm going to go, and you're going to be smart, right? Natalie: I'm always smart. Rex: I'm counting on it. Later. John: What was that all about? Natalie: Nothing. Rex and I were just talking. John: Mm-hmm. You all right? Natalie: Sure. Yeah, I'm fine. John: Ok. I got to go make some calls. Rex: Ahem -- you see what I mean? You don't need to put a target on your back to get Mc Bain's attention. You already got it.
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