The 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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I hope you like whip cream.

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MARCAL SCENES

ACT II

Page 45

 

JUNE 2005

 

 

June 1, 2005

 

John: Talk to Nora yet?

Bo: No, I tried, but her daughter, Rachel, said she doesn't want to see me.  I understand that.  Right now my focus is on Matthew, anyway.  Viki's going to bring him over soon.

John: Matthew.  How's he doing with all this?

Bo: It's hard to tell.  Hope he didn't hear too much of it on the news before I get a chance to talk to him.

John: It's got to be rough.

Bo: Yeah.  Good news is that "The Killing Club" case has been quiet.  The killer hasn't struck since the waitress at the diner.

John: Who had more than a passing resemblance to Natalie.  If she had her way, she'd use that to trap this guy.

Bo: What?

John: Your niece had this crazy idea about using herself for bait to trap this guy.

Bo: Bait?

John: Bait, yeah.  I -- I think I talked her out of it.

***

Natalie: I thought you were gone.

Rex: I had nothing better to do, so I thought I'd hang here.

Natalie: Mm-hmm, keep an eye on me?

Rex: Somebody has to.

Natalie: You know, I asked you to help me catch "The Killing Club" murderer.  You refused, so therefore, I'm going to have to do this by myself.

Rex: Whoa, whoa, whoa.  You didn't listen to a word I said, did you?

Natalie: No, I listened.  I just don't agree with you, that's all.

Rex: Ugh!  I feel like I'm talking to a rock.  You know, you're supposed to be the smart, levelheaded member of this family, Natty, not me, and going after "The Killing Club" psycho is definitely not smart.

Viki: What's this about "The Killing Club"?

***

 

Michael: Oh, jeez.  Oh, Riley.  Man, I'm sorry.

Riley: What's up, Michael?

Michael: Uh, hello.  Looks kind of like I should ask you that question.  What's up with all the cash, man?

Riley: Just went to the cash machine.

Michael: Oh, yeah, you just went to the cash machine.  That's obvious, man.  What's the money for?

Riley: Not today, Michael.

Michael: Riley -- you using again, man?

***

Riley: Using?  Come on, dude.

Michael: Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Then what's with all the money, man?  Why you cleaning out the A.T.M.?

Riley: Let me ask you, have you caught any of my recent acts at ultra violet?  No, because there haven't been any.  Seems like the only people who want to see the son of a murdering D.A. are the media, all right, so I'm just trying to close out and get as much cash as I can before they freeze our accounts.

Michael: Ok.  That makes sense, man.   just hope that's all it is.

Riley: Dude, believe what you want.

Michael: Look, if you need somebody to talk to, I'm here for you, man.

Riley: That's great.

Michael: Yeah.  That's great.

***

Michael: Lieutenant Mc Bain.

John: Hey, Mikey.

Michael: What's going on?

John: You ready to give a statement on Jen's autopsy?

Michael: Yeah.  Hey, you got my report?

John: Yeah.  Something up?

Michael: I just ran into Riley on the street.  Man, the guy's a mess.

John: Yeah, yeah, I can imagine.  He'll get through it, though.  He's a tough kid. Hey, look, give me five minutes.

Michael: Yeah.

***

 

Natalie: So what made you change your mind?

Rex: I don't know.  I thought about you being out there by yourself.  Then I thought about how I'd feel if anything ever happened to you.  So here I am.  How are we going to catch this "Killing Club" guy?

Natalie: Well, there's this place on the map, looks a lot like the description in Marcie's book.

Rex: Ok.  Where?

Natalie: Want to take a walk?

***

Viki: No, no, I'm fine, thanks.  I got a little dizzy for a second.

Michael: You're sure?  The hospital's not too far away.  We could go and check it out.

Viki: Oh, gracious, no, no.  Thanks, doctor, but, no, I'm fine, honest, thank you.

Michael: Ok.  Ok.

 

 

June 3, 2005

  

Marcie: John?  Michael.

Michael: Hey.

Marcie: Hi.  What are you doing here?

Michael: Oh, I'm just leaving a note for John.  You know, he's out, I guess.

Marcie: Oh.  Guess I'll leave this, too.  They're notes that I made.  John wanted to know about the real killing club -- you know, from back in high school.

Michael: Oh.  Are they all suspects now, too?

Marcie: No.  No, no.  He just wanted background information on them, you know, because he said you never know where a lead might come from.  But it's been really good helping out, you know.  It's better than me sitting at home waiting for someone else to die because of me.

Michael: Marcie, I don't want to hear you say that ever again.  You got it?

***

Natalie: Rex?  Rex, is that you?  Rex?

John: Rex, just tell me, where's Natalie?

Rex: Well, she was trying to help you, Mc Bain.  I told her it was a dumb idea.

John: I don't care about any of that.  Where is she right now?

Rex: She's over there somewhere.  We got to find her.

John: You wait here.  Wait here.

Natalie: Rex?  Rex, this isn't funny.  Rex, come out now!  Rex?

John: Hey, Natalie.  Natalie, get down!  [Echoes]

[Natalie screams]

***

 

Marcie: I don't understand why you're mad at me.  I --

Michael: I'm not mad at you, ok?  I just -- I just wish that you would stop blaming yourself.  You wrote a book.  That's all you did.

Marcie: I know.

Michael: It's not your fault if some psycho didn't get that it was fiction.

Marcie: I know.  Ok?  I know.  I know that in here.  But in here, no matter how many times I keep telling myself that, it still doesn't -- it still feels like none of this would have happened if I'd never written the book.

Michael: Ok, ok, listen.  Now, say this psycho is out there copying somebody else's book or movie or television show.  Would you blame the writer?

Marcie: No, of course I wouldn't.

Michael: Of course you wouldn't.  And you have to remember that.  You have to hang in a little bit longer because John is going to catch this guy, and when he does, this whole thing is going to be over.  It's going to go away.

Marcie: I hope you're right.  I -- I got to get going because I'm having lunch -- no, dinner -- I'm having dinner with Hayes.

Michael: I wish you didn't have to work with that guy.

Marcie: Yeah, so do I, but it's in the contract.

Michael: Yeah.

Marcie: So, maybe -- maybe I'll see you around sometime, maybe?

Michael: Yeah, yeah.

Marcie: Yeah?

Michael: Take care.

Marcie: Thanks for the pep talk.

Michael: Yeah.  I mean, anytime.

Marcie: Well, bye.

Michael: Bye.

***

John: Stay here!  Stay here!

Natalie: Don't sneak up on me like that.

Rex: Sorry.  What's going on?

Natalie: Someone shot at me.

Rex: You ok?

Natalie: Yeah.  Yeah, thanks to John.  He came out of nowhere and he knocked me to the ground.  If he had just been two seconds later --

Rex: Well, where is Mc Bain?

Natalie: He went after whoever shot at me, and -- I hope he's ok.  Where were you, anyway?

Rex: Got knocked out.

Natalie: What?

Rex: Look, I don't know who it was, but it must've been the same guy who did this.

Natalie: Oh, God, Rex, I'm so sorry.  I'm sorry I got you involved in this.

Rex: Shh. I'm just glad you're ok, Natty, ok?

John: I lost him.  You sure you're all right?

Natalie: Yeah, I'm ok, thanks to you.

John: Good.  Then you can explain what the hell you were thinking about when you decided to pull a little stunt like this.

***

 

John: Didn't I tell you to leave this alone and let me handle it?

Rex: Oh, lay off her, Mc Bain!  She almost got herself killed trying to help you out!

John: You stay out of it.

Natalie: John, I'm sorry.  We didn't expect anything like this to happen.  We were just -- we were just taking a look around, trying to see if maybe this would be a good spot to draw the killer out.  That's --

John: Well, you did a real good job.

Officer: Detective, hey.  You called for backup?

John: Yeah. The guy already got away, but, look, you can take Balsom to the hospital, all  right, to have him checked out.  You should have your head examined, too.

Rex: Thanks, I don't need a doctor.  I'm good.

John: That wasn't a suggestion.

Officer: Let's go, sir.

Natalie: Rex, you really need to get checked out, make sure you're ok.

Rex: I'll call you later, ok?

Natalie: Ok, thanks.  John, I'm really sorry.  I -- I just know how hard you've been working on this case, and I thought --

John: Working on this case is my job, not yours.

Natalie: I was just trying to help.

John: Yeah, well, you're not.  You're not helping me.  You're making my job a hell of a lot harder.

Natalie: Well, I mean, what am I supposed to do, John?  Just lock myself up in my house?

John: Yep.

Natalie: Wait till the killer gets caught?

John: Yeah, that's exactly what you're supposed to do, Natalie.

Natalie: Right.  I won't do any more favors for you again.

John: Good.  You know why?  Because I don't want it!  The last thing I need is for someone I love to get killed again!

***

 

Marcie: Hi.  I'm meeting Hayes barber here.  He's probably waiting for me already.

Geoffrey: No, I'm sorry.  Mr. Barber hasn't arrived yet.

Marcie: Oh.  That's weird.  He's usually right on time.  I wonder what could be keeping him.

Natalie: John, I'm -- I'm really sorry.  I don't know what else to say.

John: This job is hard enough, Natalie.  When it gets personal, when this lunatic starts going after people I know, people I care about, it just gets that much harder.  You got to promise me -- you never do anything like this again.  Do you understand me?  Never do it again.

Natalie: Ok.  Ok.

John: Pinkie swear.

Natalie: Pinkie swear.

John: I guess I better get C.S.U. down here.

Natalie: Yeah.

***

 

Hayes: Oh.  Hey, Marcie.  Sorry I'm late.

Marcie: Oh, it's all right.  I was just about to call you.  Where have you been?

Hayes: Oh, long story don't ask.  Ahem.

Natalie: There were no fingerprints?

John: The shooter was wearing gloves.

Natalie: Obviously protected himself.

John: Yeah, he knew what he was doing.  Let's see what forensics left us.

Michael: Hey, John, I've been waiting for you.  Hey, natalie.

Natalie: Hi.

John: What's up, Michael?

Michael: I don't know.  Maybe you want to tell me what's up with that.

John: This?  Well, this one here thought maybe -- well, she would be a decoy to lure the killer.

Michael: What?

Natalie: Rex and I just went to this nature preserve, like in the book, and -- where one of the murders was done -- and I -- how was I supposed to know the murderer was going to come out tonight?

Michael: The killer showed up?

John: Someone hit Balsom in the head and then took a shot at Natalie.

Michael: You all right?

Natalie: Yeah, I'm fine.

Michael: Well, I'm glad to hear it.  It's still a pretty stupid thing to do.

John: No kidding.  At least we got something out of it.

***

 

Hayes: So, Marcie, I've scheduled you for a couple of talk shows to help plug the book.

Marcie: I don't know about this, Hayes.  I mean, with everything that's been going on, I really don't think that I can --

Hayes: Marcie, I know that you think that I am crass and heartless, but part of the job of writing a book is selling it.

Marcie: I don't care, ok?  I'm not going to make a profit off of my friends' deaths.

Hayes: Marcie, it's a business.  We have to strike while the story's hot.

Marcie: You know, I don't get you.  I mean, just the other day, didn't you tell John that you thought the murders were over anyway?

Hayes: Oh, wishful thinking, but what do I know, right?  I mean, I'm not a cop.  I -- I mean, maybe the killer is going to keep on killing until he copies all the murders in the book.

***

 

Natalie: So, how is the arrow going to help?  I thought that you said there were no prints.

John: There aren't, but there's a serial number etched in here that could lead us to whoever bought it.

Natalie: Really?  Well, start tracking  it.

John: that's my job, remember?

Natalie: Ok.  This is me backing off.

John: Mm-hmm.  Hey, Mike, could you look at this cut on her head?

Michael: Yeah, no problem.  Yeah, let's go get that cleaned up.

Natalie: Yes, doctor.  See you.

John: Yeah, I'll see you.

John: And fix that hole in her head, too.

[Computer beeps]

John: Well, I'll be damned.

 

 

June 6, 2005

 

John: Michael.  Hey.  Where's Marcie?

Michael: Uh, she's having dinner with her agent.

John: You know where they went?

Michael: No, she didn't say.

Natalie: What's wrong, John?

John: The arrow that nearly killed you, it and the crossbow that shot it were purchased on the internet by Hayes Barber.

***

 

Marcie: Hayes, what is the matter with you?  You sound like you want these murders to keep happening.

Hayes: No, Marcie, listen to --

Marcie: No, ok?  No, you listen to me.  This sicko killed three people.  Two of them were my friends, and there is no way that I'm going to take advantage of their deaths -- to sell more books?

Hayes: Yeah, I'm making you a star, and that makes me a star.  I have prize-winning authors banging down my door, begging me to represent them.  Do you know how long I've waited for an opportunity like this?

Marcie: Do you even care?  Do you?  Do you even care how your big opportunity happened?

Hayes: Yeah, I made it happen.

Marcie: --

Hayes: I'm an idea guy.  You know, sometimes a great idea knocks on the door.  Sometimes you have to invent it.  But when I find one, I run with it until it pays off.

Marcie: Oh, and as long as there's a killer on the loose, it's paying off big time, so you're ok with it?  You know, maybe the killer should just hit you up for half of your commission, seeing as you two work so well together.

***

 

Michael: John, are you saying that Marcie's agent could be --

John: I need to find him now, Mike.

Michael: Well, they didn't -- they didn't say where they were going.  Marcie just told me that she was going to dinner with her agent.  John, she could be in danger.

Natalie: Call her cell.  Find out exactly where she is.

John: And if she's still with barber.  Ok?

John: It's Mc Bain.  I need to get a search warrant for the premises and property of Hayes Barber.

***

 

Hayes: That was a cheap shot.

Marcie: No.  No, it wasn't, because you just said that this lunatic is the best thing that ever happened to you.

Hayes: You misunderstood.  I'm a peaceful guy, Marcie.  I want these murders to stop as much as you do.

Marcie: I'm not hungry anymore.

Hayes: No, Marcie, look, I'm sorry.  We got off on the wrong foot tonight.  Look, you have to know that I have your best interests at heart.  You're my best client, my favorite client.

Marcie: Please, Hayes, I don't want to hear anything else.

Hayes: Look, look, I have -- I've come up with some new ideas for promoting your book.  Why don't we go back to my place and I'll show you what I've been thinking.

Marcie: I think that I just want to go home.

Hayes: And beat yourself up over what happened to Julie and Hudson?  Marcie, what good is that going to do?  You have to keep busy.

Marcie: You have no idea what I need.

Hayes: Ok, it's not going to take long.

[Phone rings]

Marcie: It's Michael.  Hi.

Michael: Where are you?

Marcie: I'm with Hayes.  I thought I told you we were having dinner.

Michael: Yeah, where are you having dinner?

Marcie: I'm at the palace, but he wants me to go back to his place with him to --

Michael: No, don't -- don't go anywhere with him, ok?

Marcie: Why not?

Michael: Uh, no -- no reason.  John just -- just wants to ask him some questions, but don't mention it to Hayes.

Marcie: What's going on?

Michael: Just stay there, ok?

Marcie: Ok.

Hayes: Trouble?

Marcie: Um --

Hayes: You ready to go?

Marcie: No.

Hayes: Marcie, what's going on now?

Marcie: Uh, I forgot that I'm -- I'm supposed to meet Michael here when we're done.

Hayes: Marcie, what's going on?  What was that call really about?

***

 

Michael: I'm not going to just sit around here while Marcie's out there with some serial killer.

Natalie: John told us to stay put.

Michael: Yeah, and you always do what he tells you to, right?  Like going out there and setting yourself up as a decoy for this psycho killer when he told you not to?

Natalie: Well, I had to do something.  You know, I hate seeing this whole town live in fear, waiting to see who the next victim's going to be.

Michael: Well, yeah, that, and you wanted to impress my brother.  So, did it work?

Natalie: Well, because of me, John got the killer's arrow, which he was about to trace back to Hayes.

Michael: Yeah.  But did you get anything from my brother?

Natalie: Yes.  He was forced to admit to me how he really feels.

Michael: What are you talking about?

Natalie: Forget it.

Michael: No, Natalie, finish what you started.

Natalie: He was scared.  He grabbed me the shoulders, and he told me that he couldn't lose someone else that he loved.

Michael: And you took that to mean --

Natalie: Ok, I saw the look in his eyes, Michael.  You know, I don't want to have this conversation with you.

Michael: Yeah, neither do I.

Natalie: So you think I'm deluded?

Michael: I think that if Evangeline had almost lost her life that John would have said the exact same thing to her.  I'm sorry, but I'm rooting for John and Evangeline here.

Natalie: Shut up, Michael!

Michael: John and Evangeline are good for each other.  But that doesn't mean that I want to see them end up together because you turned up dead.

***

 

Marcie: Why -- why would I lie to you?  Hayes, I -- I really am.  I'm really meeting Michael, ok  I just -- you got me so -- look, the bottom line is I don't feel comfortable going back to your place with you alone, ok?

Hayes: Fine.  We don't have to do this right now if it doesn't feel right.

Marcie: No.  It doesn't feel right.

Hayes: We'll do it tomorrow or the day after.

John: You're not leaving, are you?

Hayes: What's going on?

John: I'd like you to come on down to the station.

Hayes: Am I under arrest?

Michael: Marcie, are you ok?

Marcie: Yeah, I'm fine.

John: What part of "stay at the station" didn't you two understand?

Hayes: Can anybody tell me what's going on here?

John: I'm taking you in for questioning in connection with "The Killing Club" murders.

***

John: Hayes Barber -- name seems strangely made up.  So what's a fancy guy like you doing with crossbow arrows in the trunk of your car?

Hayes: My attorney's on his way.  Ahem.  Until he gets here, I'm not obligated to tell you anything but my name and address.

John: You know, I've never been one for protocol.  You shouldn't be, either.  Where were you tonight?

Hayes: At the Palace with Marcie.  Ahem.

John: Before that?

Hayes: Driving around.

John: Driving around?  That's it?  You stop anywhere?  You talk to anyone?

Hayes: I don't know.  Probably.  I wasn't taking names.

John: You know, we found some very interesting things in your car.  Let's see.  We -- we got a gas can, like the one used in the Prescott murder.  Same caliber bullets used to shoot out Julie Tanaka's tire.  We got a saw strong enough to cut through the gas line at Marcie's house.  And, of course, an arrow belonging to a crossbow purchased by you on the internet.  If you want to have a prayer of saving yourself, I'd start talking right now.

***

 

Marcie: So how did you guys wind up together?

Michael: Oh, I was waiting at the police station when her and john got back.

Marcie: Oh.

Natalie: Yeah, I got this nasty cut on my head and Michael had to fix me up.

Michael: Yeah, I'd feel a lot better if you'd let me take you to the hospital and stitch that up, though.

Natalie: Ok, I'm fine.  Anyway, your bedside manner is just so wonderful.  I got to get back to the station, so I'll see you guys later.

Marcie: Bye.

Michael: See you.

Marcie: So, um, you said that Natalie's experience wasn't so awful.

Michael: Well, she helped John catch Hayes, and so she kind of ended up a hero.

Marcie: It's a good thing, you know, that you were there to fix her cut for her.

Michael: Yeah.  Well, it was no big deal.

Marcie: Yeah, you've been running into each other a lot lately, though, right?

Michael: Yeah.  You know, it's funny.  I didn't like her.  We didn't like each other.  Now it's sort of like we're friends.

Marcie: You -- you're friends like -- like you and I are friends, or you mean you feel the same way about Natalie as you -- as you feel about me?

 

***

Hayes: Marcie's booked on a talk show later this week.  That stuff was in my trunk for her to use as props.  You know, the murders in the book correlate with the real murders here in Llanview.  Using visuals makes it spookier.

John: So that's your story?  You're just another scummy publicity agent doing his job?

Hayes: At least I'm not a killer.

John: Where's the crossbow?

Hayes: It's in my trunk with the rest of the stuff.  But someone did break into my car, so, obviously, whoever broke into my car stole the crossbow.

John: Why keep lying?

Hayes: I'm not!  They stole my stereo, too.  I filled out a report with the police.

Attorney: That is enough.  My client has done nothing illegal.

John: I don't know who the hell you are, but turn around, go back out, and knock.

John: Come in.

Attorney: I'm parker brush.  I'm Mr. Barber's attorney.

Hayes: My secretary can get you a copy of my expense report.

Parker: Say no more.  I've already spoken with the D.A.'s office, and they are not prepared to move forward with any charges until further review.  They've obtained Mr. Barber's passport.  He's to be released into my supervision until such time as you are prepared to file formal charges.

John: So we'll see you later.

John: Something's not right about this, Fletcher.  Pretty convenient finding all that evidence in his car trunk like that.  Still, follow this idiot, all right?  I want to know everything he does from now on.

Ofc. Fletcher: Yes, sir.

John: Thanks.

***

 

Michael: Marcie, if we're ever going to get back together again --

Marcie: Look, Michael, I just --

Michael: Please.  Hear me out.  Now, I know that our relationship wasn't perfect --

Marcie: Oh, I'll say.

Michael: But I thought it was pretty good.

Marcie: Oh, I didn't mean that it wasn't.

Michael: Relationships take work, Marcie, and right now --

Marcie: I know, ok, I get it.  You're really busy and I'm crazy, right?  Because my best friend just died, and everything that's happening with "The Killing Club" -- nothing just --

Michael: Nothing makes sense.  I know.  But I got to tell you, kid, when I thought that you were in danger, I freaked out.

Marcie: Really?

Michael: Really.  That's got to be worth something, right?

Marcie: Yeah.

Michael: Hey, come here.  Come here.

 

 

 

June 7, 2005

 

Bo: Doctor, I have this ache and I think I need some special attention.

Paige: Hmm. Maybe you need some more of that lunchtime therapy?

Bo: That's what I was thinking.

Marcie: Hey.  I'm sorry to interrupt.  Have you seen Michael?  I thought he was on duty last night and I was looking for him.

Paige: Yes, yeah, he was.  He's catching a few winks in an open room.

Marcie: Oh.

Bo: Is everything ok, Marcie?

Marcie: Yeah.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.  You know, I just need to see him, that's all.  Thanks.

Marcie: Michael?  Michael!

Michael: What?  Oh!  Marcie, are -- are you ok?  Is everything ok?  Did someone else --

Marcie: No, no, no, I'm fine.  No, everything's fine.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

Michael: I was out.  I was having a dream, about you.  Really freaked me out to see you standing there.

Marcie: Yeah, a little freaked out.

Michael: Hey.  Hey.  You ok?  You're shaking.

Marcie: I know, I -- I actually had a dream about you, and -- only it was a nightmare.  I -- I dreamed that Hayes killed you.

Michael: Oh, sweetie.  Relax.  Don't worry, ok, it was just a dream.  John traced the arrow back to Hayes, and if Hayes has been running around town killing people, I swear to you John is going to nail him to the wall.

Marcie: Ok.

Bo: Bad news.  We didn't have enough to hold him.  Hayes lawyered up and he walked last night.

Marcie: Oh.

***

 

Marcie: John said that Hayes was involved, and then he just lets him go?

Michael: Yeah, I mean, Hayes owned the crossbow that was fired at John and Natalie.  What more do you need, Bo?

Bo: Hayes said he bought that crossbow and some other items for publicity for Marcie's book.

Marcie: He's sick.  He's just sick.

Bo: He also said that the crossbow was stolen from his car.  We have confirmation that he did file a report that the car was broken into.  This guy may be a bottom feeder, but we can't arrest him for that.

Marcie: All I wanted to do was write a book.  You know, I didn't want to write some how-to guide for some sicko to start going and killing people all over town!

Michael: Marcie, John and Bo are doing everything they can.

Marcie: Yeah, well, it's not enough!  Ok, people are dying, people we know, people we care about!  Do you know the body count that we're looking at if this maniac isn't stopped?

Bo: Marcie, it took us a while to bust Colson, but we finally did it.  We stopped him.

Marcie: Yeah, well, it wasn't before he killed Jen, was it?

***

 

Marcie: I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry, that sounded awful, and I don't blame you for Jen's death, Bo.

Bo: Marcie, you're right.  You know, we busted Colson, but it wasn't soon enough to save Jen.  I'll live with that for the rest of my life.

Marcie: I know, and the last thing you need is for me to be making it worse by blaming you.  I'm so sorry.

Bo: No, no, hey, it's ok.  Look, we're going to get this guy, too, ok?  We're going to stop him.

Marcie: I know.

Bo: Listen, I'm going back downtown.  Can I give you a lift down there?

Marcie: Can I ride in the squad car?

Bo: Well, it's actually my car, but I'll put the light on top for you.

Marcie: That would be great.

Bo: Ok.

Marcie: Thanks, you know, for everything.

Michael: Anytime.

Paige: Oh, you know, you always know the right thing to say.

Bo: Hmm, yeah, but Jen's death was rough on everybody.

Paige: How's Nora doing?

Bo: Not good, but it's not like she talks to me about it.

Paige: You know what you need?  You need some serious R and R.

Bo: Yeah.  I'd like to slip between the sheets for about a week and just never come up for air.

Paige: That sounds good.

Bo: Yeah.

***

 

Michael: Oh, my -- that's Spencer Truman.

Paige: The one and only.

Michael: He wrote a great book on arterial transplants.  I've read it three times.  How did we ever get him to lecture at this hospital?

Paige: He's just a doctor, Michael.  Would you stop gushing?

Michael: No, he's not just a doctor.  He's a medical genius.

Spencer: Dr. Miller.

Paige: Dr. Truman.

Man: You two know each other?

Paige: We've worked together.

Spencer: You know, if you're still looking for a new chief of staff, you'd be more than lucky to snap up Dr. Miller here.  I couldn't think of a better candidate

***

 

Spencer: Now, this is something we love to see -- doctors instilling a sense of teamwork with the nurses.  Believe me, the patients know when there's tension on the floor.  You know, I think we could use more doctors like --

Michael: Mike -- uh -- Michael --

Nurse: Dr. Truman, you have a call on line three.

Spencer: Excuse me.

Michael: Mm-hmm.  That was brilliant.  I couldn't even spit out my own name.

Paige: You're just a little starstruck.

Michael: Well, can you blame me?  I mean, come on.  Spencer Truman.  I mean, the guy is a --

Paige: I know who he is, Michael.  Just keep your eye on the ball, all right?

Bo: Hi.

Paige: Hi.  What are you doing back here?

Bo: Well, I dropped Marcie off at the coffee shop, and we had a real nice talk on the way over.

Paige: Oh, good.  Good, that's good.

Bo: Are you ok?

Paige: Yeah, yeah, I'm ok.  I was -- I was just thinking how much I miss talking to you.

Bo: You know, I get mad at my old man sometimes.  But I swear, when he picked you as his doctor, I think that was one of the luckiest days of my life.

***

 

Marcie: Rex?  What you doing here?

Rex: I'm looking for this girl.  She's new in town.  She was talking about all this crap in the paper about Jen.  I kind of wigged out on her.

Marcie: Look, Rex, I --

Rex: You know what?  Don't say it.  I'm not really in the mood to have you tell me what a jerk I am.

Marcie: I wasn't going to tell you what a jerk you are, even though you really can be sometimes.  Look, look, what I -- what I'm trying to say is that I haven't given you enough credit.  You were really there for Jen, and you helped Bo nail Daniel, get the proof that he needed, and, you know, you've been really great with Lindsay and everything.

Rex: No, you know what?  You're right.  When Jen really needed me, I wasn't there for her.

Marcie: Yes, you were . You were there for her more than anybody, and she knew that.  She still knows it.

Rex: You know, I still have her number in my speed dial. Number one.  The past two days, I've been calling it just to hear her voice on the mailbox.  Lindsay must have canceled the service, though, because today I got "number no longer in service."  But I couldn't take her off my speed dial.

Marcie: You will, you know, when you're ready.

 

 

 

June 8, 2005

 

Ron: What are you saying, Natalie was almost murdered by "The Killing Club" killer?

Marcie: Yes, yes, and it just gets worse.  Hayes barber is their number one suspect.

Ron: Whoa, whoa.  Your agent?

Marcie: Mm-hmm.

Ron: I always knew that guy was a creep, but -- well, at least they caught him, right?

Marcie: Not exactly.

Ron: What do you mean?

Marcie: Well, they didn't have enough evidence to charge him.

Ron: Whoa, whoa, but if he's the one, I mean, what's the matter with Mc Bain?  I mean, is he trying to get Natalie killed?

Marcie: I don't know, I don't know.  I don't get it, either, you know, and it really did seem like, you know, Hayes is the killer.  It seems like he's guilty.  Do you remember if my old yearbook was in any of that stuff that you brought back from dad's, remember?  Because John wants me to look more into the original killing club just to see if there's anything there.

Ron: Yeah, yeah, I'll check it out, but Mc Bain is wasting his time.  And I just hope nobody else has to get killed because of it.

Hayes: Miss me?

***

 

Natalie: Ugh!  Will you just chill?

Michael: No, I will not just chill.  It may not look it, but that is a very bad laceration.

Natalie: Ok, it's a small cut that you fixed last night.

Michael: Last night I told you that I wanted to put some stitches in that.

Natalie: I don't need stitches!

Michael: What do you want to do, huh?  You want to ruin that beautiful face with a big, ugly scar?

Natalie: It's not going to work, you know.

Michael: What are you talking about?  Of course it's going to work.  I put stitches in people all the time.

Natalie: Your little plan, trying to get me away from John?  Well, forget it, Michael.  John told me he loved me and I'm going after him.

***

 

Michael: Truce, ok?  I promise I won't throw Evangeline's name in your face again this time.

Natalie: Yeah, that's right, because you know I still have a chance with John.

Michael: You just won't give up, will you?

Natalie: No. Especially with Evangeline out of the picture.

Michael: Well, listen, even if Evangeline was out of the picture, it doesn't necessarily mean that John's going to come knocking on your door.

Natalie: Thanks.  Why don't you just stab a knife in my back?

Michael: Look, we've been through this before, Natalie, ok?  It's not that I don't think you have a lot going for you.

Natalie: Oh, well, that's a compliment to take home.

Michael: Well, listen, you know, it's really not you.  It's John.

Natalie: Right.  The Caitlin thing.

Michael: Yeah, yeah.  But not just that.

Natalie: You know, that's the second time you've said that. Michael?  Oh, come on, Michael, I have a right to know!

Michael: No, you don't.

Natalie: John has issues, ok, yeah, but what's the big secret?

Michael: Look, if he hasn't told you himself, then he's not going to, all right?  It's not my business to tell you, so listen up -- you may as well leave while you still can.

Natalie: Uh-huh.  And what about Evangeline? If John's so messed up, should she go, too?

Michael: I don't know.  Why don't you ask her yourself?

Natalie: I'm asking you, Michael.  What do you think?

Michael: You know what I think?  I like John and Evangeline together.  She's good for him.  But if you're going to keep sticking your neck out, if you're going to keep pursuing this thing, I'm telling you John is going to break your heart.

***

 

Hayes: Yeah, we need to have a one-to-one.

Marcie: I don't have anything to say to you.

Hayes: Well, I've got plenty to say to you.  How -- how could you turn on me like this?

Marcie: Yeah, I don't know what you're talking about.

Hayes: Marcie, when I found you, you were a little nobody.  Look what I've turned you into.  I made you famous.  I made "The Killing Club" a bestseller.

Marcie: How, by killing people?

Hayes: You really think I'm the guy, don't you?  Don't you?

Marcie: Yes!  Yes, I do.  I think you're the killer.

***

 

Hayes: So you really think I could actually murder someone?  No, Marcie --

Marcie: Let go of me.

Hayes: Not till you tell me why you think I'm a killer.

Marcie: Why?  To sell more books.  That's all you care about!

Hayes: Oh, come on, Marcie.

Marcie: No.  No, it's true.  You practically danced on their graves for all of the publicity that you got, and they were good friends of mine.

Hayes: So I'm not warm and fuzzy. You can't go to jail for that.

Marcie: Well, what about all the evidence that they have against you?

Hayes: Props!  Props to sell more books, all easily explained and accounted for.

Marcie: I don't believe you.

Hayes: Marcie, you think you know me.  You don't know zip.

Marcie: Don't touch me.

Hayes: Why, you afraid I'm going to kill you?  For such a great writer, Marcie, sometimes you just -- you're completely clueless.  Think about it.

Marcie: Think what?  What am I supposed to think about?

Hayes: The murders followed "The Killing Club" almost exactly.  Why would that be me?  I -- I don't have anything to hide from my past like the killer in your book.

Marcie: You don't have any secrets?

Hayes: Everybody's got some secrets.

John: Yeah?  What's yours, Barber?

***

 

Natalie: Me, get hurt?  I mean, come on.  I don't think so.  After everything I've been through, a little heartache's like a walk in the park.

Michael: Well, I guess it won't bother that John and Evangeline are getting married.

Natalie: What?

Michael: You were saying?

Natalie: That was mean.

Michael: Yep.  But you're a tough kid and you can handle it.  The only reason I'm doing this is because I'm looking out for you.

Natalie: Thanks, but I don't need your kind of help.

Michael: Right, because you're doing so great all by yourself.

Natalie: As a matter of fact, I am, because I've got it all under control.

Michael: What?  What, because John made some random comment, some vague comment in the heat of the moment?

Natalie: I wouldn't say it was so vague.  John told me that he loved me.

Michael: No, he said that you were someone he loved.

Natalie: Same thing.

Michael: No, it's not.  He loves me.  He loves our mom.

Natalie: No, no --

Michael: He loves chocolate ice cream.

Natalie: No, not like that.  Last night, John told me he loved me, and he meant it.

Natalie: John doesn't throw around the word "love casually, and you know it.

Michael: Like I said, heat of the moment.

Natalie: Yeah, there was some heat, all right.

Michael: Ugh.

Natalie: And it's not like he's been saying it to anybody else recently.

Michael: Don't do anything stupid, Natalie.

Natalie: I won't.  John saved me, and now I know why.

Michael: Go and get that cut looked at, all right?  I talked to Dr. Chambers.  I told her that you would be coming to see her.  She is the best plastic surgeon in this hospital.  You go and see her.  Don't you make me look bad.

Natalie: Thanks for caring.

Michael: Hey.  Evangeline!

Evangeline: Michael.  Hi.

Michael: How you doing?  You ok?

Evangeline: Yeah.  You know, a case.  I'm on a case.  You know, sometimes --

Michael: Tough one, huh?

Evangeline: You have no idea.

Michael: Yeah, well, you're going to do great.  You always do.

Evangeline: Yeah, I don't know this time.  You know, I never dealt with anything like this before, so --

Michael: Yeah, well, I have confidence in you.  I mean, you're brilliant, you're beautiful, you're talented.  The jury is going to love you.  Who wouldn't?

***

 

Hayes: Someone's been following me.

John: For an innocent man, that's a little paranoid, don't you think?

Hayes: I haven't done anything wrong.

John: So answer a w questions.

Hayes: Not without my lawyer.

John: Just said you had nothing to hide.  Or is it true, everybody has their secrets?

Hayes: I don't have any concerning this.

John: Ok, cooperate with the investigation then.

Hayes: Hey, I know how you cops work.  You make me say something, then you twist it around.  You want to talk to me, call my lawyer.

John: He threaten you?

Marcie: No, not exactly.  He just -- he just creeped me out.  But I --

John: But what?

Marcie: I don't think he's the killer.

John: Why do you say that?

Marcie: Well, I never would have written him as the killer.  A red herring maybe, but not as the one doing all these killings.

John: This isn't a book, Marcie.

Marcie: No, I know.  I realize that, but you were the one who asked me to use my skills as a writer to help you catch this guy, right?

John: Mm-hmm.

Marcie: Well, he just said something that makes me almost positive that he's not the one who did it.

John: What's that?

Marcie: If my book is a road map, then whoever is doing all of these killings, it has to be someone that nobody would suspect, and Hayes is too obvious.

John: Well, I think we'll be keeping an eye on him anyway.

Marcie: Ok.

John: You all right?

Marcie: Yeah.  Yeah, I'm ok.

Ron: Hey, sorry I took so long, Marce.

Marcie: It's ok.  I asked Ronnie to help dig out my old yearbook.

Ron: Listen, I need to run.  I got a job cross town, ok?

Marcie: Ok.

Ron: You be careful?

Marcie: I will.

Ron: Ok.

Marcie: Thanks.

Ron: And catch this freak, will you?  I heard about Natalie.

John: She's ok now.

Ron: Well, let's keep it that way.  Goes for my sister, too.

Marcie: He can be a little overprotective --

John: It's ok.

Marcie: Sometimes.  You know, I remember this one time when I was in high school and these girls started picking on me, oh, he was just overboard.

John: Targets of the killing club?

Marcie: Eventually, when we all got into high school.

John: Ok, did you make a list of their names?  Was that included in the notes you dropped off yesterday?

Marcie: Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.

John: All right.

Marcie: But, you know, I don't really think any of them could have turned into a murderer.

John: I don't know, Marcie.  You said yourself it's probably not someone who's obvious.

Marcie: Yeah.  I guess you're right.

John: Ok.  Look, you -- you be careful, all right?  I'll check in on you later.

Marcie: Ok.

John: All right?

Marcie: Yeah, I'll be fine.  Bye.

John: Bye.

Girl: Your turn, Marcie.

 

***

 

Second girl: Who you want to kill today?

Boy: And how do you want to do it?

***

 

John: Stokes?  Next time this clown Barber goes anywhere near Marcie Walsh, I want to know about it before he gets there.

Ofc.  Stokes: Yes, sir.

John: Another thing -- I got a list of all the kids who made up the original killing club. I need background checks on all of them.

Ofc.  Stokes: I'll alert the team, lieutenant.

John: Let's move fast, all right?  Whoever this killer is, he almost took out Natalie last night.  That's twice.  There's not going to be a third time.

Natalie: Hi.

John: What are you doing here

***

 

Michael: Hey, Marcie.

Marcie: Hey.

Michael: What are you doing here?

Marcie: Oh, I came to see my brother.

Michael: Is that you?

Marcie: Yes.  It was a real bad hair day.

Michael: I know, I know.  We all have them.  That's what we call "yearbook hair."  You know, I'm -- I'm sorry that you have to dredge up all these really bad memories.

Marcie: Well, I'm doing it to help John.  I'm going to give him photos of all the old original killing club members.  But what he really wants to know is if one of them is the real killer.

***

 

Natalie: I was waiting for you.

John: You shouldn't have.

Natalie: Well, I know that you've been working around the clock and I know that you've been worried about me.

John: I'm worried about a lot of people.

Natalie: But me in particular?

John: Well, maybe if you hadn't gone and pulled that crazy stunt --

Natalie: I just wanted to help, and I still do.

John: No more help.  It almost got you killed.

Natalie: I was just going to ask you to shoot some pool.  What did you think that I was talking about?

John: With you, Natalie, one never knows.

Natalie: Well, I remember a time when you used to shoot pool to clear your head, and I was hoping maybe I could make that happen again tonight.  I might even let you win.

John: I can't.

Natalie: John, look, I know that your work, it's --

John: Not tonight, Natalie.  Not tonight.

Natalie: Ok. Ok -- well, the offer still stands.

John: Thanks.

Natalie: Any-- anytime.

John: Back so soon?   How'd the deposition go?

Evangeline: We need to talk.

John: Ok, can it wait?  I'm kind of right in the middle of something.

Evangeline: I've waited long enough, John, laid my heart out before you, right out on the table.  I told you that I love you, how I feel about you  You could never say it back.

John: You said you understood.

Evangeline: Yeah, I thought I did.  I thought it was hard for you, that you just couldn't bring yourself to say the actual words.  You said them to Natalie?

 

 

 

June 10, 2005

 

Michael: Evangeline.

Evangeline: Hey.

Michael: Hey.  What's going on?  Uh -- are you ok?  What's wrong?

Evangeline: John and I broke up.

***

Michael: What an idiot.  You are the best thing to come into John's life in a long time, and, of course, he screwed it up.

Evangeline: I was the one who ended it.

Michael: What?  Why?

Evangeline: We were dead in the water, Michael.  I just -- I didn't want to face it.

Michael: Uh -- I -- I don't know what that means.  I -- I -- I don't know what that means.

Evangeline: It wasn't going anywhere.  It wasn't going anywhere.  I told myself I was ok with that.  I wasn't, I'm not.

Michael: Well, where was it supposed to go?  Evangeline, you're not making a whole lot of sense right now.  This has something to do with Natalie.

Evangeline: Why would you assume that?

***

 

Evangeline: Why would you assume that John and I broke up over Natalie?

Michael: Um --

Natalie: He grabbed me by the shoulders and he told me he couldn't lose someone else that he loved.

Michael: I -- I just -- you know, I thought --

Evangeline: No --

Michael: Because she's -- she's come up a couple of times.  I just --

Evangeline: No, Michael.  Natalie was just a symptom.  She's not what killed the patient.

Michael: Well, this sucks.

Evangeline: Tell me about it.

Michael: Man, I am so sorry.  I can't believe that you and John split up.

***

 

Michael: Come on.  It's dark.  Let me walk you home.

Evangeline: You don't have to do that.

Michael: Hey, I know I don't have to, I want to.

Evangeline: No, I -- I think I'd like to just, you know, sit here, catch my breath.

Michael: I can't just leave you sitting here.

Evangeline: Sure, you can.  I'm a big girl.  I'm fine.

Michael: It's chilly.  Don't stay out here too long.

Evangeline: Yes, doctor.

Michael: For the record, my brother's an idiot.

Evangeline: It's his loss, right?

Michael: Hell, yeah, it is.

Evangeline: Thank you.  Thank you, Michael.

Michael: Anytime.  I'll see you soon.

Evangeline: Yeah.

["All in love is fair" plays]

Evangeline: Agent Mc Bain?

John: Yeah?

Evangeline: Evangeline Williamson.

Evangeline: Is it just me, or did things get way better when we attached those strings?

John: It's not just you.

Evangeline: But all is fair in love if I should go away a writer takes her pen to write the words again that all is fair in love all of fate's a chance it's either good or bad I tossed my coin to say in love with me you'd stay but all in war is so cold so cold you either win or lose when all is put away at least I got to play

Evangeline's voice: Can you look at me right now and tell me that you love me?

John: I'm sorry.

Evangeline: I know.  But that doesn't change anything.

[Music ends]

***

 

Michael: What the hell are you doing, John?

John: What'd I do now?

Michael: Evangeline, man.  You -- you let her go.

John: She called it.

Michael: You are so full of crap, man.  Is this how you were with her?

John: What?

Michael: "What?"  "Well, she called it."  What, did you play her like a suspect, huh?  Never letting her know what you did or didn't have?  What did you do, John?

John: I didn't do anything, Mike.

Michael: Oh, well, you know, maybe that's the problem, buddy.  What happened?

John: She gave me an ultimatum.

Michael: Marriage.

John: No.  She just needed to hear the words, Mike.  She needed to hear me say "I love you," and I couldn't do it.

Michael: For the record, John, when the woman that you have been sleeping with for the last year asks you if you love her, the answer is always yes.

John: Mike, I know.  I could've taken the easy way out.  But what if --

Michael: But what if you don't?  Then you shouldn't be -- you shouldn't be going to funerals with her and meeting her family and pretending like you do.

John: It's not that I don't love her, Mike.  But I also don't like people backing me into corners.

Michael: Well, when you put it like that, it's no wonder she bounced your ass.

John: She wanted the truth.  To be honest, I don't even know what the truth is anymore.

Michael: So you crushed her?  Just smashed her, huh?  Why can't you just say the words, John?  What's the big deal?  I mean, you didn't have a problem saying them to Natalie.

John: What do you know about that?

Michael: Natalie --he was pretty open about your little epiphany in the woods.  John, man, what are you doing?

John: I don't know.  You know, Natalie, she blew that all out of proportion.

Michael: Yeah, well, let me tell you, buddy.  You can't have it both ways, all right?  Now, you drew a line in the sand with Evangeline when you didn't say the words.  And, what, you expect that Natalie's not going to make a big deal out of it when you do?

John: Did Natalie say something to Evangeline?

Michael: No.  No, no.  I don't -- not that I know of.  You know, here we go again.  You seem a lot more concerned with Natalie than you do Evangeline.  The girl is in terrible pain, man.  Do you know what you've done to her?

John: I know, mike, I know!  I just don't know what to do about it.

Michael: You better figure it out, bud, for your own sake.

 

 

 

June 16, 2005

  

Marcie: I can't believe any of these kids could have turned into a murderer.  I mean, they're just 16-, 17-year-old kids with hopes and dreams.

Michael: I wonder how many of those kids actually realized their hopes and dreams.

Marcie: "Most likely to succeed," "most likely to make a difference."

Michael: Yeah.  It's too bad there's no "most likely to grow up and become a serial killer."

***

 

Bo: "Killing club" killer?

John: I wish it were that easy.

Bo: No new leads?

John: We're still looking hard at this guy, Hayes Barber.  Maybe it was just somebody who read the book and flipped out.

Bo: Or it was somebody who was leading a secret life and even the people that are close to him had no clue.

John: Yeah, I heard about Nora taking over for Colson as the D.A.  You ok with that?  You two working together?

Bo: Ah, she pretty much still hates me for the way that Colson's arrest went down.

John: Nothing you could do about that, Bo.

Bo: I don't know.  I just wish I'd have been able to do it a lot sooner -- for Jen.  Secrets like that have a way of coming out.  The longer it takes, the greater the chance that it'll blow up in everybody's face.

***

 

Bo: "Killing Club" case getting a little personal, is it?

John: It's always personal, right?

Bo: Is that why you went into law enforcement?

John: I guess that's why for all of us -- knew a victim, were a victim.

Bo: Make up for the ones that got away?

John: If you can.

Bo: Well, we got the last one.

John: Colson?

Bo: No, I was thinking of Stephen Haver.  You lost Caitlin.  I lost Gabrielle.  But he paid.

John: It was something anyway.

Bo: Well, it helped us move on.

John: I don't know, Bo.  I don't think I'm as together as you.  I -- I let Evangeline get away.

Bo: Well, if this is because of Caitlin, then maybe it's time for you to move on.

John: This is way before Caitlin.

***

 

Marcie: There are the original members of the killing club, and, well, here are some of the kids we pretended to kill.

Michael: I wish there were more pictures of you.

Marcie: No!

Michael: Yes.

Marcie: No, you don't.

Michael: Yes, I do.

Marcie: I was so geeky, not like my brothers.  Ron was practically on every single page of his yearbook.

Michael: Yeah, he was a jock, huh?

Marcie: Mm-hmm.  Three letters and the student council vice president and prom king -- ugh.

Michael: Oh, lady's man, too, huh?

Marcie: He could have had any girl that he wanted.  He still could -- if it weren't for Natalie.

Michael: Yeah, well, at least you don't have to worry about her becoming your sister-in-law.

Marcie: You, either.  I mean, John's really not interested in Natalie, is he?  Even though he broke up with Evangeline?

Michael: I don't know.  You know, I guess Natalie's not so bad once you get to know her.

Marcie: Please.  She wasn't any good for my brother Ronnie.  She was totally using him just to make john jealous.

Michael: I should probably go and take this yearbook to John.  See you.

Marcie: Bye.  Ronnie, I'm so sorry!  I --

Ron: No, no, no, it's all right.  Just forget it, it's cool.

Marcie: You know she doesn't deserve you.

Ron: Look, we went on a few dates, we had a good time, all right?  At least, that's what I thought.  Do you really think she was using me?

Marcie: She screwed up.  I could just rip her hair out.

Ron: No, no, I don't need my little sister fighting my battles for me.  What goes around comes around.

Marcie: What's that supposed to mean?

***

 

Bo: Well, I'm out of here.

John: Bo?  What we were talking about before --

Bo: Moving on?

John: How do you do that?

Bo: You've got to make yourself do it.  You say to yourself, "do I want to be happy in this life or not?"  Then you choose.

John: Even when other people are involved?

Bo: There are always other people involved.

[Door opens]

[John groans]

Michael: Hey, John, commissioner.

Bo: Mike.  Look, I'll see you back at the shop.

John: See you there.  That Marcie's?

Michael: Yeah.  I promised her I'd bring it to you.  So, commish agrees with me, huh?  You should get a life.

John: Get one yourself.

Michael: Well, we're not talking about me, John.

John: Really?  Not talking about you?  Let's see -- you and Marcie, you broke up.  Why?  What was that again?  You -- you couldn't commit?  You couldn't do long-term?

Michael: Yeah, I get your point, John, but I didn't do the breaking up.

John: Neither did I.

Michael: No, but, I mean, you were responsible, you know?  I mean, you drove her to it, John.

John: What am I supposed to do?

Michael: I don't know.  Why don't you start out by telling the girl you love her?

John: I don't have time for this.

Michael: You're shutting down, John, just like you always do.  And I -- and I know why.

***

 

Marcie: So?  When did you start believing in karma?

Ron: Who said anything about karma?

Marcie: You.  "What goes around comes around"?

Ron: So I'm supposed to be happy about Natalie using me?

Marcie: No.  But it's not like you to want revenge.

Ron: I'm just saying -- people mess with people's lives, it comes back to bite them.  Isn't that what your killing club was all about?

Marcie: We didn't do anything to anybody.  And the people that we pretended to kill -- they really didn't do anything, either.

Ron: Yeah, maybe.  Maybe not.  Who knows?

Marcie: Even so, did any of them deserve this?  Do I?

***

John: I don't want to talk about it.

Michael: Oh, you don't want to talk about it.  That's real original, John.

John: Don't push it, Mike.

Michael: Or what?  You'll lose control and shoot me?

John: I mean it.

Michael: No, you don't, John, because you can't lose control because you're a control freak, and it cost you a very, very fine woman.

John: Go to hell.

Michael: What, you inviting me over for dinner, John?  You know, you can get out anytime you want -- of hell, that is.  Call Evangeline, man.  Get rid of the baggage, tell her everything.  You know, maybe if you finally get that weight off your back, maybe you'll finally be free.

***

 

Michael: Hey.

Natalie: Hey.

Michael: I hear your mother's doing better.

Natalie: Yeah, thank God.  I got to tell --

Michael: John?  Boy, you just don't give up, do you?

Natalie: Yeah, well, why should I?  He's not with anybody now.

Michael: Yeah, and he's miserable without Evangeline.

Natalie: Well, then, I guess I'm just going to have to make him feel better.

***

 

John: Question every kid in Marcie's high school if you have to.  No one rests till we find this guy.  You understand?  Good.

Michael's voice: Call Evangeline.  Lose the baggage.  Tell her everything.

Bo's voice: A secret like that has a way of coming out.  But the longer it takes, the greater the chance it'll blow up in everybody's face.

Michael's voice: Maybe if you can finally get the weight off your back, well, maybe you'll be free.

***

 

Nora: I think John's out in the field.

Evangeline: I wasn't looking for him.  I'm not even thinking about him.

Marcie: Did John check on those names from my yearbook?

Bo: Yeah.  We're running them through the computer right now.

Marcie: I really don't think any of my friends could be the killer, commissioner.

Bo: Well, maybe it's somebody that -- that you knew, but not in a way that you thought you did.

Marcie: Yeah, I guess you're right.  I'll talk to you later.

Bo: Yeah.  You just heard that?  All right, Nora, I've apologized before for the way that you found out about Colson, but I'll do it again.  I'm truly sorry.

Nora: What if the shoe were on the other foot?  What if the roles were reversed and I knew something about someone that you -- you cared about?

Bo: I hate secrets, so I'd want to know the truth about someone I cared for -- no matter what it is.

Nora: Ok.  Bo, I think there's something you should know.

 

 

 

June 17, 2005

 

Natalie: Anything else I can get for you?

John: I'll be in my office.

Michael: Give it up, Natalie.  He wants to be with Evangeline, and you have to let it happen.

Natalie: Let me tell you something, Michael.  I was there when Evangeline was practically begging him to say those three little words, and he couldn't do it.  Evangeline and John are over.  Deal with it.

Marianne: Sorry we're late.  Traffic is a mess.  Is commissioner Buchanan in?

Natalie: He's in his office.  Hey, buddy.  What's going on?  How are you?

Matthew: Ok.  My mom and dad brought me in for some surprise.

Natalie: Well, that's cool.  Listen, I want to hear all about it, but I got to take this file over to lieutenant Mc Bain.  So -- talk to Michael here, but use very, very small words and speak slowly.

Matthew: So what did you do?

Michael: Oh.  What didn't I do, buddy?  So what's ale secrecy?  What's the big surprise?

Matthew: Some surprise for father's day.  He says it's for the both of us.

Michael: You know, I didn't realize it was father's day.

Matthew: How could you do that?

Michael: My -- my father passed away when I was a kid.  It was -- it was a long time ago.

Matthew: I guess you must really miss him.

Michael: Yeah.  I do.

[Door opens]

John: What do you need?

Natalie: These are the lab results from "The Killing Club."  You asked for them, I rushed them in.

John: Thanks.

Natalie: Do you need anything else?

John: No.

[Knock on door]

John: Come on in.

Officer: Here's the latest surveillance report on Hayes Barber.

John: Good.  Do you need anything else?

Natalie: No.

***

 

John: Ok, well, let's tighten the perimeter on this clown Barber.

Officer: You got it.

John: Thanks.

Officer: Hey, I saw Evangeline won that woman of the year deal.  Looks like there's a tux in your future.

Matthew: Lieutenant Mc Bain.

John: Hey, buddy.

Matthew: Guess what.

John: What?

Matthew: I'm going to be a Buchanan.

John: Your dad told me.  I think that's a great father's day present.

Matthew: Yeah, I know.  Your brother told me about your dad.

John: He was a -- he was a cop, too.  He was a good man.

Bo: Here.  You're not bugging lieutenant Mc Bain now, are you?

John: Oh, he was just spreading the good news.  Congratulations, boss.

Bo: Oh, thanks.

Matthew: Can I go tell officer Deegan?

Bo: Yeah, but if he's busy -- hey, I don't want you to --

[Door closes]

Bo: You know what?  He's pretty excited.

John: Yeah?  I couldn't tell.

Bo: How are you holding up?

John: Ok.  This name-change thing -- I think it's a good idea.

Bo: I never thought that it would really matter, but I'll be honest with you, it feels good.

John: He's proud of you.  Personally, I don't see it, but --

Bo: You --

***

 

Michael: So I hear that Ron Walsh has got it pretty bad for you.

Natalie: Ron's a sweet guy.

Michael: So why'd you cut him off at the knees?  Two dates, blow the guy off?  Too many muscles?

Natalie: Is there a point to this?

Michael: The point is Ron was available.

Natalie: Ok, I'm officially lost.

Michael: You killed the thing with Ron because you knew it might actually work out.

Natalie: Ok, that sounds really twisted.

Michael: Instead, you go after John, who's completely unavailable -- with or without Evangeline -- knowing that you will never have a chance of making something happen, at least something that will last.

Natalie: Why would I do that?

Michael: Because of Cristian.

***

 

Natalie: So you're saying that I'm going after john because of Cristian?

Michael: You're going after John because deep down inside you know that he will never be able to give you the things that you need.  He's safe, and that works for you.  You see, you're afraid of letting yourself get close to anyone, afraid you'll lose them.

Natalie: Wow.  Did you hurt yourself with that one?  Come on, Michael, when are you going to realize that John and I have so much in common?

Michael: Like what?  The Jersey thing?

Natalie: That's part of it and the fact that neither one of us had fathers, mothers were working so much we rarely saw them.  We practically raised ourselves.

Michael: You don't know anything about my brother.

Natalie: I know enough.

 

 

 

June 20, 2005

 

Marcie: Rex --

Rex: Marcie!  Hey.  Didn't you see there.

Marcie: Yes, you did.

Rex: Whoa, easy on the 'tude, Marce.

Marcie: It was your idea, wasn't it?

Rex: My idea?

Marcie: For your sister to use my brother Ron, not to mention Michael, to make John jealous!

Rex: What?  You are way off base, ok?  I did not tell Natalie to go out with Ron.  Didn't even know about it till after the fact, ok?

Marcie: Mm-hmm.

Rex: And as for Michael, everybody knows that he and Natty hate each other's guts.  So instead of blaming me or my sister for your problems, why don't you focus on the real reason your life sucks right now?

Hayes: That wouldn't be me, by any chance, would it?  Marcie, what's wrong?  Can't you come up with a sequel?  Have you run out of gruesome ways to kill people?

Rex: You jerk!

***

 

Natalie: You can spin this any way you want, but bottom line -- John and I share a bond that you will never be able to break.

Evangeline: Of course not, because you use and manipulate everything and everyone to keep his attention focused on you and nobody else.

Natalie: What exactly are you accusing me of here?

Evangeline: You are a card-carrying victim, Natalie.  You know the man has a hero complex, so you use your life tragedies to guilt him into some sort of a sick loyalty to you, just the way you did with the Buchanans.  Isn't that how you worked yourself into that family, by making them feel sorry for you?

Natalie: At least my family loves me for who I am and at least I don't have to pretend like I'm better than everyone else, looking down my nose at everyone who doesn't have fancy law degrees and a big-shot award.  Which brings me to my next question, Evangeline -- why would you go after some lowly cop in the first place?  Oh.  Or is that why you walked away?  Because you're a snob?  You don't think John's good enough for you?

Evangeline: I won't even dignify that with a response.

Natalie: Lucky me!  She shuts up.

Evangeline: My relationship with John was good and honest and based on mutual respect.

Natalie: Damn, she won't shut up.

Evangeline: I never had to bat my eyelashes and shed phony tears to get him to notice me -- unlike you, who set herself up to be decapitated so that he would --

Natalie: You shut --

***

 

Hayes: Get your hands off of me!

Rex: You ever harass Marcie again, I swear to God --

Hayes: Where the hell's your sense of humor?  It was a joke, you idiot.

Rex: Just get the hell out of here, Hayes, ok?  I am not going to say it again.

Hayes: I'm sorry, do you think that you're scaring me?  God, I know all about you full-riders.  I've dealt with you all my life.  The hair gel and the cool clothes, the hugely inflated ego with nothing to back it up.  Why would Marcie waste her time with a lowlife like you?

Rex: Ok, out, now!

Marcie: Thanks.

Rex: Welcome.  Guy's a total horse's ass.  How'd you ever get mixed up with him, anyway?

Marcie: He promised me a great career and I fell for it.  My judgment was clouded, to say the least.

Rex: I'm going to get some air.

Marcie: Thanks.

[Phone rings]

Michael: Dr. Mc Bain.

Rex: Hey, Michael.  It's Rex.  Listen, I just ran into Hayes and Marcie over here at the Palace.  That sleaze started in on her again, throwing the murders in her face.

Michael: I'm on my way.  Dr. Miller?

Paige: Yeah?

Michael: You think it'd be possible for me to take my dinner break now?

Paige: Yeah, yeah, we've got it covered.

Michael: Thank you.

***

 

Michael: Hey.

Marcie: Hey.  What are you doing here?

Michael: Rex called me.

Marcie: He did?

Michael: Yeah, yeah.  Is that Barber guy giving you a hard time?

Marcie: Oh, he's gone.

Michael: Yeah, well, it's a good thing for him.

Marcie: You know, Rex was really great.  He totally stood up for me.

Rex: I thought my ears were burning.

Michael: I -- I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but thank you.

Rex: No problem.  Nobody calls Rex Balsom a full-rider and gets away with it -- even if I have no idea what that means.

Michael: What does it mean?

Marcie: Oh, it's something high-schoolers use to describe the cool crowd.  Like, you know, they got a full ride in life.

Michael: Oh, ok, I got it.

Marcie: You know, my brother Ron and my dad, they're on their way over.  We're having a little father's day celebration.  Maybe you want to --

Michael: That's right. Are you going to be ok without me?  Because --

Marcie: Yeah.

Michael: You sure?

Marcie: Yes.

Michael: Because I have this thing that I have to take care of.

Marcie: Totally.  I'm fine.  I'm fine.

Michael: You're sure?  Ok.

Marcie: Michael?

Michael: Yeah?

Marcie: Thanks for coming by.

***

Marcie: Here, daddy.  Happy father's day.

Mr. Walsh: Thank you, honey.  But the best present I could get would be having all my kids with me, happy and healthy.

Eric: I hope you mean that, dad.

 

***

 

Mr. Mc Bain: Don't do this to yourself, John.  Don't beat on yourself for my death.  It's no good.  Michael moved on.  Why can't you?  You were always the one to take everything on, Johnny, hmm?  You're the one that had to make everybody happy, except you.

John: I just want -- I just want to catch this murderer and put him away for good.

Mr. Mc Bain: Which murderer?  The one copying "The Killing Club" or the one who shot me?  You can spend the rest of your life chasing that dragon, Johnny.  The truth is it doesn't matter who shot me that night.  Johnny, if I could relive one minute of my life, just one, it wouldn't be standing in the path of a bullet.  I would spend those precious 60 seconds with my beautiful wife and my two sons.  Those are the only moments that count.  And you need to realize that before it's too late, Johnny.

Michael: John, man, relax.  It's just me.

Michael: John, man -- I thought you were going to lay me out there for a second, John.

John: Sorry.  I was thinking about something else.

Michael: Yeah.  Nothing good.  Man.  Rourke's gym.  Reminds me of when I was little, watching dad, you know, teach you to box in the basement, wishing he'd teach me.  You know, he always said that he'd show me how when I was older, you know?  Never got the chance.

Michael: Hey, when you pound on this thing, who do you picture?

John: Nobody.

Michael: Come on, John.  Give it up, man.  You know, with everything that's going on -- Evangeline, Natalie -- you don't even know who you're mad at anymore, John.

***

 

Marcie: I'm glad you guys drove down.

Eric: Yeah, I hope dad feels the same way.

Mr. Walsh: You're my son, Eric, my flesh and blood.  I didn't have the guts to call and ask you to come tonight because I thought you'd say no, that you'd be angry at me for the way I've treated you.  And I wouldn't have blamed you.  I know it's easy to say, but I've changed.  I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I'm not going to judge you anymore the way I did.  What you want in life, who you love -- that's up to you.  I'm just proud that you're a good and decent man.  I love you.

Eric: I love you, too, dad.

Mr. Walsh: Welcome, James, to the celebration and to our family.

James: Thank you, sir.

***

Mr. Walsh: A toast -- to family.

All: To family.

Mr. Walsh: I'm a lucky man to have such good kids.  You make me very proud -- all of you.

Eric: Happy father's day, dad.

Ron: Hey.  It's good to see you smiling again.

Marcie: I wish I could hold on to this day forever.

***

 

John: There you go playing shrink again.

Michael: You don't got to be a shrink to see it.  You're shouldering the blame for all this, John -- Evangeline, "The Killing Club" murders, the past.

John: Let it go, Mike.

Michael: No, John, you let it go, ok, before it drives you crazy.  How many criminals do you have to obsess about?  How many guys do you have to hunt down before you decide to come back and join us here in the real world?

John: As many as it takes, until --

Michael: Until what?

***

 

 

 

June 24, 2005

 

 

John: We have to call off the surveillance on Hayes Barber.  Mayor's orders.

Officer: But if he's the killer --

John: Well, apparently, he's threatened to file a lawsuit, so the mayor would rather bury another college kid than deal with bad publicity.

Officer: I'll call off the detail.

John: Wait a second.  Where's barber right now?

Officer: He's at the Palace.  There's some kind of awards dinner there tonight.

John: Woman of the year awards.

Officer: Yeah, I think so.  What's wrong, lieutenant?

***

 

Hayes: Surprise.

Marcie: What are you doing here?

Hayes: You're the mistress of ceremonies.  I'm your agent.  I can't wait to see you up there.  You're going to be great.

Marcie: You're -- you're staying?

Hayes: Yeah.  Is that a problem?

Marcie: No, no, of course not.  I just --

Hayes: Look, Marcie, I know what you're thinking.  Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.  I promise you, I am not "The Killing Club" killer.

Marcie: Excuse me.

***

 

Marcie: Look, I'm sorry, but I have a lot to do to get ready for the ceremony, ok?

Lindsay: Marcie.

Marcie: Hi, Mrs. Rappaport.  I'm really glad you could make it.

Lindsay: Oh, I wouldn't miss this for anything.  I want to thank you for putting this beautiful tribute to Jen together.  I really appreciate it.

Marcie: Oh, you don't have to thank me.  She was my best friend.  I miss her.

Lindsay: So do I.

***

 

Natalie: Look, I've already told you, I'm not going to pretend I'm in some kind of trouble just to get John to pay attention to me.  What's the point?

Rex: Getting what you want.

Natalie: Rex, I am not that desperate.  If John wants me, he knows where I am.

Rex: Well, it's not that simple . Mc Bain's got intimacy issues.

Natalie: No kidding.

Rex: So, he's not the type to go after anybody.

Natalie: All right.  So let's say I take your plan and it works.  John and I hook up.  And then he decides that I manipulated him into it and walks out.  I don't want that, thank you.

Rex: Do you want John or don't you?  Because you could wake up dead tomorrow, Natty.  So stop wasting time sitting around, waiting for your life to happen.  You've got to go out and get what you want and screw the consequences, unless you want your final thought to be "what was the point?"

Natalie: Look, Rex, you tried it with Jen.  It just -- it didn't work.  I appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but I have already made up my mind.  I am not tricking John into loving me.

Rex: Look, I saw the two of you at the coffee shop.  Ok, there's definite sparks.  All you need to do is fan the flame a little.

Natalie: Who are you really doing this for?  Me or you?

Rex: Just let me show you what I cooked up, huh?

Natalie: Ok, I don't get it.

Rex: You read the book, right?  Ok, this is the part where the guy drowns in the river.  The big question is whether he was murdered or not.

Natalie: So?

Rex: So, Mc Bain gets the letter, he sees your picture, he puts the pieces together like the ace detective he is, and he realizes the killer is going after you again and he comes riding to your rescue.  Now all you have to do is wait down by the docks, looking all pale, and when Mc Bain gets there, you make up some story about how you escaped the killer's evil clutches, and, bingo, John takes you in his arms and takes you home with him.

Natalie: Or he takes my statement back to the office with a bunch of false leads while the killer is still out there stalking somebody else, Rex!

Rex: You're missing the point, Natalie.  It took a killer shooting an arrow at your head to get him to admit he loves you.  He just needs a little push.

Natalie: I don't like it.

Rex: Do you want John or don't you?  Because if the answer is yes –

 

***

John: Marcie, don't you look great.

Marcie: Thanks.

John: Mrs. Rappaport, nice to see you.

Hayes: You know, I've got my lawyer on speed-dial . I could have him make another call to the mayor.

John: Are you kidding me?  I love these things.  I wouldn't miss an awards show for the world.  I just wanted to wish you luck tonight.

Marcie: Thank you.

John: Ok, see you later.

Marcie: Ok.

***

 

Man: Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have your attention?

David: We need to sit down.

Man: I'd like to introduce tonight's mistress of ceremonies, best-selling author and local radio personality Marcie Walsh.

[Applause]

Marcie: Thanks, Frank.  Hi.  Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  On behalf of the Llanview chamber of commerce, I would like to welcome you all to the Llanview 2005 woman of the year awards.  From what I hear, the evening is always full of surprises.

Kelly: What did I tell you?

Marcie: The big award of the night is coming up a little later, and I know that we're all looking forward to that, but -- well, I would like to start the evening off with a special tribute to someone who I have no doubt would have been your woman of the year award someday had her life not been tragically cut short a few weeks ago.  Jennifer Rappaport was -- well, she was so many things.  She was a filmmaker, a member of the love crew.  She was -- she was a wonderful daughter.  When I started to write a speech about all the things that I loved -- love about Jennifer -- well, I realized that it would take me all night long.  She was smart.  She was very funny.  She was beautiful inside and out.  She was talented.  She was my best friend.  She was our Jen.

***

 

Marcie: When I think about my friend Jennifer Rappaport, I think about the woman who I'd like to be someday.  Someone who believed in herself, stood up for herself, and she fought very hard.  In many ways, well, she gave me the courage to do the same in my life.  She changed my life.  She'll always be a source of light for myself and many others.  We love her and we will miss her very much.  Thank you for letting me share my thoughts with you.

[Applause]

Marcie: Oh -- sorry.  Before I forget, please feel free to get up and mingle, and I'll be back a little later to present the big award.

****

 

 

June 27, 2005

  

Lisa: He's got a lot of nerve showing up here tonight.  What is trying to do, ruin your evening?

Evangeline: Uh, you know, I think I saw a waiter go by with a tray of rumaki.  Why don't we go find some hors d'oeuvres, ok?

John's voice: "We were even more freaked out because Barclay had killed somebody by passing off the homicide as a drowning."

***

 

Lindsay: Getting a little crowded in there for you?

Marcie: Yeah.  I needed to be somewhere quieter.

Lindsay: Yeah, me, too.  I'll have what she's having.

Bartender: Club soda?

Lindsay: Yes.  Thank you so much.

Marcie: For what?

Lindsay: For all those beautiful things that you said about my daughter.

Marcie: She was wonderful, wasn't she?

Lindsay: Yes, she was.  And now, unfortunately, she's going to start fading from most people's memories.

Marcie: No, no, not mine.

Lindsay: Not mine either.  She's going to be with me every minute of my life.  But I know that I have to find a way to go on, you know? I somehow have to find a way --

Marcie: How?

Lindsay: To forgive.

Marcie: How?  How can you -- how can you possibly even forgive Daniel?

Lindsay: I don't know.  Look, Jen had the most unbelievable capacity for forgiving.  She forgave me for taking her father away from her, and I know she would want me to try to find a way to forgive Daniel.

Marcie: I wish that Julie and Hudson's parents could feel that way about me.

Lindsay: You don't hold yourself responsible for that, do you?  No, no, no.  Look at me.  Your friends died because some deranged person needed an excuse to fulfill their twisted fantasies.  Anything could've set them off.  Anything.

Marcie: It wasn't anything, Lindsay, it was me. It was my book.  I'm responsible.

Lindsay: Ok, look, I have a deal for you.  If I can find a way to forgive Daniel, you can find a way to forgive yourself.

Marcie: I can't -- I can't do that.

Lindsay: You're going to do it for Jen.

Marcie: Ok.

Lindsay: Ok?

Marcie: I'll try.  I promise.

Lindsay: Come here.  Ok, you ready to go back in?

Marcie: I guess so.  Go ahead, I'll be right behind you.

Lindsay: Ok.

Hayes: You -- you never cease to amaze me.

Marcie: What did I do now?

Hayes: That speech about Jen.  God, you certainly have a way with words, don't you -- written or spoken.  I'm impressed.

Marcie: What exactly are you trying to say, Hayes?

Hayes: You had that audience in the palm of your hand.  You moved them to tears.  Marcie, I smell another novel in the works.

***

 

John: Listen, I need every man we can spare down at the docks.  Yeah, well, I got a message from the killer.  He may have a hostage -- Natalie Vega.  That's right.  I'll call you back from the road.  Get on it.

Rex: Way to go, Natalie.  You've got John on the hook.  Now just reel him in.

***

 

Lisa: I can't say I'm sorry to see John go.  He would've been nothing but a distraction for you tonight, baby.

***

 

Lindsay: Hey.  I'm happy you could make it for Marcie's speech.

Rex: I think that you, Marcie, and I are the only ones who ever understood Jen.  I really loved her.

Lindsay: I didn't get that for a long time, but I get it now.  And I know that you're never going to forget her.  But you will one day meet someone else and fall in love.

Rex: No.  No, she was it.  I should've done more to keep her safe.  You know, I keep thinking if only I had another -- another day with her, another hour, another minute.  And every second is precious because you never know.  Excuse me, I have to make a call.

Rex: Natalie, good job.  Looks like it worked.  Mc Bain raced out of here like a madman.  He's coming to your rescue, sis.  Call me.

***

 

John: It's pretty dark out here.  We're going to need some lights.  Fan out.  Let's get a search going under the docks, too.

Officer: What are we looking for, sir?

John: I don't know.  Something, anything.

Officer: That water is damn cold this time of year.

John: "Deep port river is fast and cold, even in summer.  Someone couldn't have survived in that water for very long."

John: It's Natalie.  Here.

Officer: What are you doing, lieutenant?

John: I'm going in.

***

 

Marcie: Don't you have any other clients other than me, or am I the only you like to suck blood from?

Hayes: You know, there was a time when you were willing to put your career, your life in my hands.

Marcie: Well, that was before I found out what a pig you are.

Hayes: Marcie, I -- I know that you're under a lot of stress.  Why wouldn't you be?  There's a killer copying the book you wrote.

Marcie: And you're promoting it.

Hayes: Yeah, but, Marcie, you are a great writer, so great that some -- some sick soul is using your book as a road map to murder! It's time for a sequel.

***

 

John coughs]

Officer: Anything, sir?

John: Let's get every badge we can get down here.  We need a chopper with night sun, and every boat.  Let's do it and let's do it now!

Officer: Yes, sir.

John: Scan out, all right?  Keep looking, there's got to be something here.

[Noise]

John: What the hell are you doing here?

John: Well?

Rex: I, uh -- I was out for a jog?  Walk?  Stroll?

John: I'm not in the mood!  What are you doing here?

Rex: I followed you.

John: Why?

Rex: Well, you know, I got a taste of detective work working with Bo -- commissioner Buchanan.  I liked it.  I saw you run out of the Palace --

John: Why were you hiding?

Rex: I didn't want to get in the way.

John: Of what?

Rex: Of you and "The Killing Club" guy

John: How'd you know that's what I was doing here?  Where's Natalie?

***

 

Marcie: Hi. I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're almost ready to begin.  So, Nora and Evangeline, if you could take your places?

Evangeline: Oh --

Nora: Come on, honey.

Evangeline: I hope my speech is worthy of this award.

Lisa: Oh, you're going to be wonderful, Cookie.  I am so proud of you.

Evangeline: Not as proud as I am of you, mom.

Nora: Come on, come on.

Kevin: Oh, whoa, whoa -- good luck, Cookie.

Evangeline: Thank you, cupcake.

[Women laugh]

[Evangeline sighs]

Nora: So, you nervous?

Evangeline: Absolutely.

Nora: Don't be.  Everything is going to be perfect.

Evangeline: Not quite.

Nora: Why, because John isn't here?

Evangeline: Please.  John is doing what John does.

Nora: Oh, good luck.

Evangeline: Thank you.

Nora: All right, you ready?

Evangeline: I'm ready.

Nora: Ok.  I'm not sure I am.  Here we go.

Evangeline: Ok.

***

 

John: Come on, Balsom, start talking.

Rex: I followed you here.  I wanted to see what you were doing.  Police work --

John: Why didn't you say anything when I asked you about Natalie?  Huh?  You don't even seem concerned.  Have you seen her?

Rex: I haven't seen her in a while.

John: Did she say anything about where she was going, what she was doing?

Rex: No.

John: Did she say anything?

Rex: I don't know.

John: Where was she supposed to be?

Rex: Here!

***

 

Nora: I am so happy to see all of our honoree's family and loved ones and friends here tonight, and I am so honored to be here to present this year's woman of the year award to my friend.  And, frankly, I can't think of anyone more deserving to receive this award.  Her pro bono work in Llanview as a defense attorney --

***

 

John: What do you mean, she was supposed to be here?  Were you meeting her?

Rex: No.

John: Did she get a call?

Rex: No.

John: Hey, every minute we waste could be putting her life in danger.

Rex: She's not in any danger!  The whole thing was a fake!

***

 

Nora: Her achievements in protecting human rights and her compassion for those less fortunate cannot be capsulated in a brief introduction.  For those of you who are privileged enough to know this evening's award winner -- well, it's no secret how much she has done for her family, her friends, her community.   

 

 

June 28, 2005

  

John: What are you telling me?  This was a fake?  This whole thing with Natalie was a setup?

Rex: We didn't mean for it to go this far, ok?

John: "We"?  You mean, you and Natalie?

Rex: All right, before you go ripping on her, it was my idea.  I tore the page out of "The Killing Club."

John: Why?  Why would you do something like that?

Rex: To get you here with her.

John: You pulled this to get my attention?

Rex: Look, like I said, it was mostly me, ok?  She didn't show, so no harm, no foul, right?

John: You better hope not.  You know, I was at that party to keep an eye on things.

Rex: To keep an eye on Evangeline.

John: No -- to make sure nothing happened to anybody.

Rex: Well, you've got backup there, don't you?

John: No!  No, you see, my back-up's here looking for Natalie!  That's it -- everybody to the Palace.

Rex: Look, I'm sorry about all this.

John: You'll be a hell of a lot more sorry.

***

 

Nora: So this year's woman of the year award goes to Evangeline Williamson.

Nora: Must be something I said.

[Laughter]

Nora: Maybe my speech sent her running -- I don't know.  Evangeline?  Evangeline?  Ok.  Never a dull moment at the woman of the year awards, huh?  I think I might have to go and get our honoree.  Excuse me.  Evangeline?

[Audience murmurs]

Nora: You wouldn't happen to know where your date is, would you?

Kevin: No.  Last time I saw her, she was waiting offstage to go on.

Nora: Same here.

Lisa: Oh, this isn't like Evangeline.

Nora: Oh, you know what?  I'm sure she's fine.  I'm going to go check the ladies' room.

Kevin: And I'll look around, too.

Lisa: I don't know what could've happened to her.

Kevin: Yeah, don't worry.  We'll find your daughter.

***

 

Michael: Hey.

Marcie: Oh, hey.

Michael: Are you all right?

Marcie: I don't know.

Michael: What's going on?

Marcie: Well, nobody seems to know where Evangeline is and maybe -- maybe I'm just paranoid and maybe I'm connecting everything to "The Killing Club" killer, but I hope to god that he hasn't done anything to Evangeline.

****

 

Lisa: What did you do to my daughter?

John: What are you talking about?

Lisa: Evangeline has disappeared.  No one can find her.

***

 

Michael: Could I get a couple of club sodas?

Marcie: You know, every time something weird happens, I completely freak out -- like this thing with Evangeline.  I don't know, maybe -- maybe it was just because I saw Hayes tonight.  I -- I don't know, but I have a really, really bad feeling, Michael.

Michael: Marcie, it's not what you're thinking.

Marcie: Well, then what happened to Evangeline tonight?

Michael: I don't know, but it has nothing to do with "The Killing Club" murders.  Now, look, "The Killing Club" killer followed the events of your book to the letter.  There was no awards ceremony in your book.

Marcie: I know.  I know, you're right, but that still does not explain why or how Evangeline disappeared.

Michael: I don't know, but, you know, her and my brother have been having some problems.  Um -- maybe she just couldn't handle it tonight.

***

 

John: Evangeline's not here?

Lisa: No.  And I want to know what went on between you and my daughter tonight.

John: Mrs. Williamson, I don't know what happened.  Last time I saw Evangeline, she was waiting here to get her award.  Then I got called away on a case.

Lisa: Wait a minute, you -- you don't -- you don't --

John: Take it easy.  I'll find her, ok?  Just give me one minute.  Nora, excuse me.  When was the last time you talked to Evangeline?

Nora: Right before I was supposed to present the award.  I gave my speech and did my intro, and then no Evangeline.  I was hoping she was with you.

Bo: You haven't talked to her?

John: No.  No messages or missed calls, either.

Nora: Well, what the hell happened to her?

Bo: All right, let's not overreact.

Nora: Well, she didn't just wander away, Bo.

John: Look, when you last talked to her, did she -- did she seem upset about anything?

Nora: What do you think?

John: She wouldn't let me or us stop her from getting her award.

Nora: Kevin found this, along with her notes for her speech.

John: I must've dropped it out of the envelope.

Nora: You're carrying around a picture of Natalie?

John: No, no, I -- I got it with a page from "The Killing Club," implying something had happened to Natalie.  I left here to follow up on it.

Bo: Is she all right?

John: Turned out to be a hoax, a stupid hoax designed by Natalie and Rex, but it pulled me out of here.  I'm going to try her again.

***

 

Roxy: Ahem.  Testing, testing.  Hey, everybody, I just want to express my platitude for giving me the woman of the year cup again, because it's two years running.  Oh, I don't know, maybe it was two years ago.  I don't know, I lost track.  Maybe I'm thinking in dog years.  Anyway, I guess you gave me this thing because I kind of sort of saved Blair Cramer's life, and I burned down the community center, but they replaced it with the beautiful love center.

Nora: Ok, Roxy, this isn't for you, ok?

Roxy: Why not?

Nora: It's not for you.

Roxy: Evangeline?  Because she doesn't give a damn, because she flaked out and she's out partying.

Nora: Ok, give me this now.

Roxy: Stop.

John: Surprised to still see you here.

Hayes: Hey, I've been here.

John: All night?

Hayes: Yeah, with plenty of witnesses.

John: What makes you think you need any?

Hayes: Oh, maybe because you've been harassing me for the last month.

John: You ain't seen nothing, pal.

***

 

Marcie: The more I think about it, the better I feel.  If Evangeline's disappearance was linked to my book, then she would be in an icy river or some beach house.  Llanview -- we don't have a beach.

Michael: No.

Marcie: And it's summertime, right, so there's no icy river there.

Michael: See?  You got nothing to worry about, kid.

Marcie: I hope so.  Oh, Michael, I hope you're right.

Michael: Look, what probably happened is Evangeline and my brother got into a fight, Evangeline went home to lick her wounds.

Marcie: Hmm. Well, I certainly know how that feels.  You know, I wish that we could just go back to before.  I mean, I wish that we could go back to before all this worrying, before my book, before all these killings.

Michael: Well, we can -- right now.

Marcie: Yeah?

Michael: Yeah.  Look, here, why don't you come out on the terrace with me, tell me about your tribute to Jen.

Marcie: Ok.

***

 

Officer: I just came from Ms. Williamson's place.  She's not there.

Bo: Nobody's seen her?

Officer: The doorman said the last he saw her was earlier when she left with your nephew.

John: Have you seen Evangeline Williamson tonight?

Hayes: Who?

John: "Who?" The woman of the year.  I thought you said you were here all night.

Hayes: Yeah, working a room.  I don't pay attention to this stuff.

John: So why be here?

Hayes: Marcie's hosting the event.  I came to see her.  I am still her agent.  You know, why don't you go round up some of the other usual suspects?

John: Sit your ass down.  You're not going anywhere.

Bo: Still nothing?

John: No.  You?

Bo: No.  I'm going to question the maitre d'.

John: All right.  Roxy -- hey.

Roxy: Hey, Johnny boy, you want a hit?

John: No, and you don't get any more either.  Stop.  Hey, listen to me -- listen to me.

Roxy: Yeah, I'm listening, I'm listening.

John: You said something earlier about Evangeline partying, seeing Evangeline partying.

Roxy: Yeah.  I didn't want tell you, because she skipped out with another guy.

John: Tonight?  You saw this tonight?

Roxy: Yeah, just before I got here.

John: Listen, who was it?

Who was it?

Roxy: I don't -- I don't know, because I couldn't see so good.  You know, it was dark outside, and I left my shades on when I came out for happy hour.

John: Listen to me.  You're sure it was her?  You sure it was Evangeline?

Roxy: Of course I'm sure.  Yeah, I did her nails for the big night, man.  I ought to know my own handiwork.  Doesn't look so good on myself.  Anyway, she was blitzed, like, fall-down drunk, and this guy was shoving her into a car, and he was kind of blitzed, also, and then the two of them just sped off.  Don't worry, man.  She's going to be all right.

****

 

Evangeline: What is this?  How did I even get here?

Evangeline: Oh, my God, I got to get out of here.

[Woman moans]

***

 

Rex: I need to talk to you.

Bo: Not right now.  You know, I heard about that trick that you and Natalie played on John.  You two caused a lot of problems.  I ought to haul you both in right now.

Rex: Look, it might have started out as a trick, ok, but Natty never showed.  And now I can't find her.  Now she's really missing.

***

 

John: You saw someone carrying Evangeline to a car and you didn't think to tell anyone?

Roxy: Well, I didn't want you to know she was hooking up with some guy.

John: What'd he look like?

Roxy: Beats me.

John: What about the car?  Can you describe the car?

Roxy: I don't know.  It's got me –

John: Think.

Roxy: I'm thinking, I'm thinking, but my brain is a real fuzzy.

Nora: Then sit down and drink and unfuzz.

John: This is Mc Bain.  I'm calling in a kidnapping.

Lisa: What?  You think my baby's been kidnapped?

***

Evangeline: Ok.  Ok.  Oh, my --

Evangeline: Natalie?

 

 

 

June 30, 2005

 

Marcie: Officer Shipley?  Hi, it's Marcie Walsh.  Yeah.  Look, I was at the Palace last night when Evangeline Williamson got abducted, and I was -- I realize that you can't tell me anything about the investigation, but I was kind of wondering if you could let something out, you know, for a former receptionist, as a favor?  I would really appreciate -- yeah, I see.  Yeah, ok.  Thank you.

Rex: Marcie, where have you been?

Marcie: Upstairs.  I'm staying with my brother.

Rex: Look, I need you to put on your thinking cap and help me find Natalie.

Marcie: Well, have you tried the police station?

Rex: Yeah, and she's not there, ok?  "The Killing Club" maniac has her, too.

Marcie: That's impossible.  Rex, I have no idea where Natalie is, but there's no way she's with the killer.

 

***

 

Rex: My sister and Evangeline disappeared last night, ok, and according to the boys in blue, they've got a double kidnapping on their hands.

Marcie: Well, that's not the way it's supposed to happen.

Rex: Do you know something about where Natalie is?

Marcie: No!  I'm talking about the book.  Rex, there's nothing in my book about a double kidnapping.

Rex: Ok, I don't give a damn about your stupid book, ok?  This is real life.  My sister is missing in action, and nobody has seen her since last night.

Marcie: Well, then maybe you should check her bedroom.  She probably got drunk and passed out or found some random guy to take back to her apartment.

Rex: You know what?  Don't go there.  I'm warning you.

Marcie: Oh, it's possible.  You do know how your sister is, don't you?  Could be that she's just trying to get John or Michael or my brother Ron to come riding to her rescue.  That is her usual M.O., isn't it?

Rex: Ok, wake up, Walsh.  This isn't about you or your family or your boyfriend.  My sister's life is in danger.

Marcie: You don't know that, Rex.

Rex: I feel it, ok, in here.  Now, I lost the woman I love way too soon, and I am not going to lose my sister.

Marcie: Rex, I --

Rex: And if Natalie dies, all because of your stupid slasher novel, nobody is going to be riding to your rescue.

***

 

Marcie: I wish I had never written that book.  I spend every second of every day wondering when he's going to strike next, who he's going to take next, what sick idea he's going to steal next.  This is different.  There is nothing in "The Killing Club" about two women disappearing.

Rex: All right, well, maybe the killer's improvising.

Marcie: I don't care what you think.  Natalie's disappearance has nothing to do with me.

Man: Hi, Marcie.

Marcie: Hi.

Man: I found this under the mailboxes.

Marcie: Oh.

Man: I was going to slide it under your door.

Marcie: Oh, thanks, Wally.  Appreciate it.

Rex: I can't believe you're refusing to help me after everything I did to nail Colson.  Hey, this is my sister we're talking about.  No matter what you may think of her, you know, I think that she -- that -- what's wrong?

Marcie: It's from the killer.

***

 

Rex: There's nobody out there.

Marcie: I -- I don't know why this is happening.

Rex: What's it say?  Oh, damn it, Marcie, give me the note ! My sister's life might depend on it!

Marcie: I haven't -- I haven't seen this in five years.

Rex: Seen what?

Marcie: We got to go find John.  We got to go now, Rex.

Rex: Why?

Marcie: I was right, but so were you.  Natalie and Evangeline's disappearance -- it has nothing to do with the book, but it has everything to do with it.  Come on.

***

 

Marcie: Commissioner?

Bo: Yeah?

Marcie: I -- I need to talk to you in -- in private.  It's about "The Killing Club” killer.

Bo: Come in my office.

Marcie: He -- he just left this at the hotel.

John: What is this?

Marcie: Well, I couldn't figure out why the killer would kidnap two women when that doesn't happen in the book, but that's just it -- he's not copying the book anymore.  Now he's -- now he's copying the murders that we planned from the original killing club journals.

John: "Jeannie and Brandy think they're so hot just because they're captains of the cheerleading squad."  You wrote this?

Marcie: No.  No, somebody else did.  I don't remember who it was.  They were probably trying to make me feel better.  The cheerleaders were all constantly playing practical jokes on me.  I just recorded it.  I was kind of like the secretary.

Bo: All right, but this looks like a photocopy.

Marcie: Well, there was a main journal that we had that we used to record the murders as we came up with them, but then we all got photocopies.  I guess the killer must have gotten his hands on one somehow.

John: "I figured out the perfect way to get rid of those stuck-up airheads for good."  Where's the rest of it?

Marcie: That's -- that's all that was in the envelope.

John: So just tell us what happens next.

Bo: This is important, Marcie.

Marcie: I don't remember.

***

 

Officer: I'm so used to seeing Natalie sitting over there.  Poor kid.

Second officer: Hope we find this sicko and throw him in the hole for the rest of his damn life.

John: You wrote this in high school, right?

Marcie: Yeah, but that was a long time ago, John.  I have no idea what comes next.

Bo: All right, Marcie, just think, ok?  If you try to remember what it was like back then, maybe that'll jog your memory.

Marcie: I hung out with the outcasts, commissioner.  We were -- we were constantly getting abused by the in crowd, so we formed this fantasy killing club.

John: So the whole thing was about revenge.

Marcie: Yeah, I mean, I just didn't realize how horrible it was at the time.

Bo: All right, but, see, you have to remember what happened to the girls in this journal.  This is our only lead right now, so we need you to help us fill in the blanks.  Otherwise, we may not be able to stop this.

Marcie: I know.  Ok?  And I'm really trying, commissioner, but I just -- I don't know.  I don't -- I can't remember --

John: Marcie, don't you understand?  We are running out of time.  What was the plan to kill the cheerleaders?

Marcie: I don't know, John.

John: How could you just forget something like that?

Bo: John.

John: Right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

 

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