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MARCAL SCENES

ACT II

Page 46

JULY 2005

July 1, 2005

John: You got to help us, Marcie.  How did your high school killing club plan to kill those two cheerleaders?

Marcie: I don't remember.

Bo: Marcie, if you don't tell us something, the same thing is going to happen to Evangeline and Natalie.

Marcie: I'm trying, Bo.  I really am.

John: Yeah, well, try harder.

Bo: John --

Marcie: Putting pressure on me right now, John?  It's not helping, ok?  I didn't even remember about the cheerleader murders until the killer put that page from the journal on my doorstep.  And how did he even know where I'm staying?

John: Marcie, I don't want to pressure you, but you got to do this now.  You got to do it now.  If we do find them soon, Evangeline and Natalie are dead.

***

John: Just give us something to work with, Marcie -- anything.

Marcie: We -- we talked about the cheerleader murders a lot because we wanted to make them look accidental, but we couldn't figure out how to do that.  We talked about so many things, John.  I don't remember exactly what it was.

John: All right, all right, slow down.  Were you going to use weapons?

Marcie: No.  No.  I mean we hated the cheerleaders, don't get me wrong, but -- well, it was just because they were so put together.  They made us -- they made us feel like we weren't good enough.  I mean, who spends three hours just getting ready for school to look perfect?

Bo: What did you want to do to them?

Marcie: I think we were going to lock them up, you know -- for a couple of weeks without their makeup.  It was lame.

John: Where were you going to lock them up, Marcie?

Marcie: In my basement.

John: In your basement in New Jersey?

Marcie: Yeah.  Wait a minute.  You don't think that the killer might take Natalie and Evangeline there?  My dad's home.  I mean, what if he was home?  You have to call him.

John: Relax, Marcie, relax.  Now, we know the car from the surveillance cameras was headed northeast, right?  It was headed away from the interstate.  He wasn't headed to New Jersey.

Bo: No.

John: Ok.  What about the cottage where the love crew kids lived?  I mean, he got into that basement one time when he tried to gas Marcie's family.

Bo: Yeah, but that's still in the wrong direction.

John: What was the address where you lived?

Marcie: 96 Elm Street.

John: We got an Elm Street here in Llanview, right?

Bo: It's the direction that this dirtbag's headed.

***

John: I want a hard target zone around 96 Elm.  Tell everyone to stand down until we get there.  Out.

Bo: Missing persons got a call from the son of the guy who owns that house.

John: What'd he say?

Bo: The old man hasn't been heard from since last weekend.

John: That's it.

Marcie: Oh, my God.  Be careful

***

Kevin: Where's Bo?

Marcie: He and John are out looking for Natalie and Evangeline.

Kevin: Evangeline?  What, they think the killer has both of them?

Marcie: That's what it looks like, yeah.

Kevin: And they know where they are?

Marcie: They think so.

Kevin: I don't believe this.

Marcie: Kevin, I'm really sorry.  I mean, this is all my fault.  If I had never written that book, then --

Kevin: Wait a minute -- I read your book, ok?  I don't remember anything about two women being kidnapped.

Marcie: It was -- it never made the book.  It came from the original "Killing Club" journals from high school.

Kevin: What, so they think the killer has a tie to you personally?  Is that it?

Marcie: I don't know what they think, ok?

Kevin: Well, that has to be it.  I mean, come on.  How else is this lunatic going to get his hands on your personal journals from high school?

Marcie: That's what I want to know.

***

Kevin: So do you think this guy is someone from your high school?

Marcie: John has already asked me all of these questions, Kevin.  I don't know.

Kevin: Well, has he questioned the people from your high school?

Marcie: The ones he could find, and I know he's following up on the rest of them.

Kevin: Ok, do they have a suspect?  Marcie, do they have --

Marcie: Kevin --

Kevin: If you know anything, you have to tell me, ok?  Because I have to go home and I have to break this to my mother, who's there with a heart condition, if everything goes south.

Marcie: Ok --

Kevin: I --

Marcie: Ok.  John has been questioning my agent, Hayes Barber, for a while now, but they had to let him go.

Kevin: They had to let him go.  Why?

Marcie: Because there is not enough evidence to hold him.

Kevin: Well, does your agent have access to your personal journals?

Marcie: He didn't do this, ok?  He has an alibi, and I don't want to talk about Hayes.

Kevin: Fine.

Marcie: Why haven't they called?  Why can't I remember what happened?  I need -- I need to remember, because I have to remember for Natalie and Evangeline.

***

Bo: Secure the house and canvass the neighborhood.  Somebody out there saw something.  You recognize that?

John: Evangeline was wearing it at the ceremony.  We need some evidence packs down here.  What is this freak doing with them?

Bo: Hey, John, something in here is going to tell us where they are.  We just have to find it.

John: Yeah.

John: Hey, Bo, we've got some broken glass down here.  What's that?

John: So our guy left us a note.

John: Now, look at that.

Bo: "Ask Marcie about B.B."

***

Marcie: Where are they?

Kevin: Hey, did you find them?

John: They were gone by the time we got there.

Kevin: But they were there?

Bo: We must have just missed them.  They weren't gone long.

Asa: Bo, I need you in your office, pronto.  And, Kevin, you need to hear this, too.

Kevin: I thought you were home with Renee.

Bo: Pa, I don't have time for this.

Asa: You better make time, Bo, if you don't want to bury another member of this family.

Kevin: What do you think has him so rattled?

Bo: He doesn't look good.  He's probably trying to pull something else.

John: Go ahead, Bo.  I'll take care of this.

Bo: All right.  Show Marcie what you found, ok?

John: Yeah.

Bo: And then we'll be right back out. Let's go, Kev.

Kevin: All right.

***

Marcie: Hey.

John: I need you to take a look at this.

Marcie: "Ask Marcie about B.B."  Who's B.B.?

John: You don't know?

Marcie: Maybe it was some -- maybe it was someone from high school or --

John: Listen to me, Marcie.  Listen really carefully, all right?  If you can't figure this out, we got nothing.  This is all you.

Marcie: Don't you think I know that already, John?  I know that.

John: I know, I know.  Just take it easy and think.  Take your time.

Marcie: It's a sport.  John, it's a sport.

John: Ok.

Marcie: I remember.  I --

John: Baseball?

Marcie: I remember -- I remember how we were going to kill the cheerleaders!

John: How, Marcie?

Marcie: It was -- it was really sick, John, and if he's planning to do this to Natalie and Evangeline -- I mean, how could he get this from "The Killing Club" journals?  I don't know he got it or who it is!

John: Shh. Pull this together, all right?  Just pull this together.  You've got to tell me where I can find them.  I got to know where to find them, or else they're going to die.

Marcie: Yeah.  Ok.

***

Marcie: Please -- please don't let Natalie and Evangeline get hurt.  No one should have to suffer that way.

July 4, 2005

Michael: Marcie.

Marcie: Hey.

Michael: I just got your message.  You ok?

Marcie: Yeah, yeah.  Well, John just took some of his men and he took them down to the love center.

Michael: How did he know that the killer would take Evangeline and Natalie there?  Did you guys get a tip?

Marcie: No.  No, I told him.

Michael: You told him?  I don't -- I don't understand.

Marcie: Well, see, the killer, he got -- somehow got ahold of one of the original "Killing Club" journals, and there was an idea in there about how to get rid of the two captains of the cheerleading squad and --

Michael: So, what was the idea?

Marcie: No, no, I -- I don't want to tell you.  I don't want --

Michael: No, come on, you can tell me.  You can tell me anything, Marcie.

Marcie: No, Michael, I can't tell you this.

Michael: Come on, it's ok.  It's ok.

Marcie: Well, there was -- see, we were going to -- we were going to -- we were going to tie them.  We were going to kidnap them and then we were going to tie them both up and we were going to bring them to the gym.  And --

Michael: And then?

Marcie: And then we were going to burn them at the stake.

***

Michael: You were going to burn cheerleaders at the stake?  Marcie, that's sick.

Marcie: You mean I'm sick.  That's what you mean.

Bo: Where's John?

Marcie: I figured out what the killer's clue meant, "B.B."  It means "basketball," and John thinks that Evangeline and Natalie might be at the love center court, the basketball court.

Bo: Did he take backup?

Marcie: Yes, he did.

Bo: Good.  Look, Marcie, you remember the drill here?

Marcie: Yeah.

Bo: I want you to take any calls for me, ok?  I want to know if anything's going down.

Marcie: Absolutely, commissioner.

Bo: Thank you.

Michael: Marcie, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to come down on you so hard.  I just --

Marcie: It's ok.

Michael: You know, you were just a kid and these people were picking on you.

Marcie: Well, it really wasn't anything that we were ever going to do, Michael, but now someone somehow is taking everything and they're making it real.

Michael: Yeah, yeah, and that someone -- he's sick, not you.  Look, John is on this, ok?  He'll take care of it.  He'll come through.

***

Michael: He should've called by now, Marcie.

Marcie: John will call as soon as he knows something, Michael, ok?

Michael: No, I'm going down there.

Marcie: No.  No, you have got to let John handle this, ok?  You said yourself that he's not going to let us down, Michael.

Michael: Ok.  You're right.  I just -- I can't stop thinking about what they're going through.  You know, Natalie and Evangeline --

Marcie: They're both really strong women, Michael.  I know they can get through this.

Michael: Yeah, well, Evangeline maybe, but to tell you the truth, I -- Natalie likes people to think that she's a lot tougher than she actually is.

Marcie: So you've gotten to know Natalie pretty well.

Michael: Well, you know, Natalie Vega's a real piece of work.  She likes to talk and act like a real tough case, but underneath all of that, she's really just a frightened little girl.

***

Marcie: I've known Natalie a lot longer than you, and I think that when she has to be, she can be really determined.  She knows how to take care of herself, Michael.  Trust me on that one.

Michael: I hope you're right.  You know, if there was nothing wrong, my brother would have called by now.

Marcie: Look, I'm worried, too, ok?  But we shouldn't go jumping to any conclusions.

Michael: No, I'm just not real good at waiting around, ok?

[Pager beeps]

Michael: It's the hospital.  I got to go.

Marcie: Go.  I'll be fine.

Michael: Ok, just do me a favor.  You find out anything, you hear anything at all about Natalie, you give me a call, ok?

Marcie: And what about Evangeline?

Michael: Right.  Both of them.

July 5, 2005

Viki: Oh, sir.  Please, could you tell me, please, what's going on?

Officer: Yes, ma'am.  We found the girl.  She's going to be ok.

Viki: The girl?  What do you mean, the girl?  There were two women who were kidnapped.

Officer: Sorry, ma'am, we only found one.

[Siren]

Paramedic: Current pulse ox.

Second paramedic: 94% on room air.

Third paramedic: All right, I'll get on the phone with the doc.  You start the I.V.

John: I'm telling you, Bo, Natalie was right over there.  What happened to her?

Officer: I'm sorry, sir.  I was securing the perimeter.

John: This is Mc Bain.  We need to get this place locked down right now.  Start a search.  We have a victim missing.  I repeat, Natalie Vega is missing.

Viki: Oh, my God!

Bo: Oh, Viki, I told you to wait outside.

Viki: John, where is my daughter?

***

Marcie: You know, I -- I can't wait any longer, so make sure that detective Mc Bain gets this, ok?

Woman: Miss Walsh, wait.  The commissioner and lieutenant Mc Bain want you to stay here in case they need you.

Marcie: Well, if they need me, then I'll be with them.

Lisa: I'm Lisa.  I'm Lisa Williamson.

Michael: Yes, yes, I'm Dr. Mc Bain.

Lisa: I got a call to come down here.

Michael: Yes, yes, I'm Dr. Michael Mc Bain.

Lisa: Is it Evangeline?  Did you find my daughter?

Michael: Yes, yes, we found her.  The paramedics are picking her up.  They're bringing her in right now.

Lisa: Is she all right?  Did that madman hurt her?

Michael: I don't know much about her condition.

Lisa: What did she say?

Michael: We won't know until she gets here.

Lisa: Oh, God, she's not --

Michael: No, no, no, no.  She was found conscious, and like I said, I won't know more until she gets here.  She should be here shortly.

Lisa: Oh, God, please, please, please let my baby be ok.  Please.

***

Lisa: Oh, God, baby!  Baby!

Michael: This is the mother.  It's ok.

Lisa: Baby, are you ok?

Michael: How is she doing?

Evangeline: It's ok, I'm ok.

Paramedic: Smoke inhalation and rope burns on her wrists.

Evangeline: I'm ok, mama.

Paramedic: Blood pressure 98/70 --

Lisa: I love you.

Paramedic: Pulse 122.

Michael: Ok.  Listen, Mrs. Williamson, we need to take her into a cubicle.  You will get to see her later.

Lisa: Honey?

Paramedic: Come on, gentlemen.

Lisa: Baby, I'll waiting right here.

Michael: It is going to be ok.

Lisa: Thank you, God.  Thank you.  Thank you so much.  Thank you so much.

***

Michael: She's going to be ok, Mrs. Williamson.  It's going to take a lot more than a little smoke inhalation to keep Evangeline down.  Listen, you guys can talk for a little while, but, listen, I need her to put that mask back on as soon as possible.  We have to get her oxygen levels back up to normal.

Lisa: Ok.

Michael: Ok.

Evangeline: Thank you, Michael.

Michael: Well, it's good to have you back, kid.

Lisa: Baby, don't talk.  Just let me look at you.

Evangeline: No, mom.  I need for you to know this.  I would not be here if it weren't for John.  He saved my life.

Lisa: Baby, how did the fire start?

Evangeline: The killer took me and Natalie to the basketball court at the love center, and he tied us both to the poles underneath the nets on the opposite sides of the court.  And then he started a fire, first under Natalie --

Evangeline: And then under me. It was like he wanted to burn us at the stake.

Lisa: Oh, God, baby.  Oh, my God.

Evangeline: And then he left.  I fought like hell, mommy.  I struggled.  I struggled to break my hands free, but the bondage was too tight.  And the next thing I knew, John came rushing in.

Evangeline: He rescued Natalie, and then he saved me.

Lisa: He did what?  Did you just say John rescued Natalie first?

***

Officer: They found hair in the chute and the basement below it.

John: What color?

Officer: Red.  It's on its way to the lab, but it looks like you were right.

Marcie: John?  John?

Officer: Sorry -- sorry, ma'am, this is a crime scene.

Marcie: No, but, see --

John: It's ok, Jeff.  Let her through.

Marcie: Well, I couldn't wait at the station anymore, John.  You got to tell me what's going on here.

John: Evangeline just went to the hospital with smoke inhalation.  She's going to be ok.

Marcie: Thank God.  And what about Natalie?  Is Natalie ok?

John: The killer got away with her.

Marcie: All right, well, you know, I'm going to go to the hospital.  I'm going to see how Evangeline is, ok?

John: Marcie, wait.

Marcie: John.  John, you've got to go to hospital.  Look at --

John: No, you've got to listen to me.

Marcie: No, John!  Look at your hands!

John: Marcie, listen to me!  You're the only one who can tell me where the killer took Natalie.

***

John: That page the killer dropped off at your hotel -- you said it came from one of your old journals?

Marcie: Well, it wasn't a journal, really.  It was more like a club log that we kept.  We each had one.  We used it to keep track of our murder scenarios.

John: Got to figure this out.  The killer's not copying your book anymore, he's going after people close to me.  This is definitely not about your friends from the love project.

Marcie: Well, we both grew up in New Jersey, but that couldn't be it.

John: I don't know.  I don't know, but if I could get a look at that journal, maybe we could figure out what this guy is after.

Marcie: Well, I still have mine.  It's at my father's house in his attic.

John: You sure?

Marcie: I'm positive.  I started looking through it again when we started writing the book.

John: Marcie, listen to me, all right?  I know you wanted to see Evangeline, but I got to look at that journal, all right?  Can you do that for me?

Marcie: Yeah, I'll do whatever you need me to do, John.  I'm not going to let you down.  I'll -- I'll go get it right now.

John: Thanks.

Marcie: Ok.

John: Thanks.

Michael: Oh.  Hey, Johnny.  Good to see that glum mug of yours.

John: Yeah, thanks.

Michael: Any word on Natalie?

John: We're working on it.  How's Evangeline?

Michael: She's doing a lot better.  Oh, John, man, that hand is really bad.  That needs treatment.

John: It's nothing.

Michael: No, it's not nothing.  You can't go back to work with this hand like this.

John: I'm fine, mike.

Michael: You're not fine.  It's going to get infected.

John: Forget about the damn hand!

***

Lisa: Sweetie, relax.  You know, darling, whatever problems I had with John, I always believed that he cared for you.

Evangeline: He does.

Lisa: I never thought he would turn his back on you when you needed him the most.

Evangeline: He didn't do that.

Lisa: Darling, your life was on the line and he saved Natalie first?

Evangeline: Yes, he did.  But --

Lisa: If that doesn't tell you how john really feels, I don't know what will

***

John: Thanks.

Michael: Still nothing on Natalie, huh?

John: No.

Michael: Well, I'd better go tell Evangeline.  She's pretty worried about her.

John: Hey, let me do it.

Lisa: Baby, you've got to accept this.  The man has clearly made up his mind.

Evangeline: Natalie was passing out from the smoke.

Lisa: Darling --

Evangeline: John had to save her first.

Lisa: Are you sure about that?  Because it seems to me that, consciously or not, john was following his heart.

July 6, 2005

Lisa: Lieutenant, I think you should leave.

Evangeline: Mother, please.

Lisa: No, I do not have to be polite to him, not after what he's done.

John: Think what you want, Mrs. Williamson, but I care about your daughter.

Lisa: I see.  Were you caring about my daughter when you left her tied to a pole and rescued Natalie Vega instead?

Evangeline: Mom?  Let me talk to John, alone.  I need to.

Lisa: I will be right outside that door if you need me.

Evangeline: Ok.

Evangeline: Have you found Natalie?

John: Not yet.

John: Hey, look, I know you've been through it tonight, and I'm sorry I have to do this, but I need to ask you a couple questions about the killer.  Do you remember what he looked like?  Did he say anything to you or Natalie?

Evangeline: Wait.  Me first.  But then it never was me first, was it, John?

John: That's not true.

Evangeline: Maybe not entirely, but you did go back and forth between Natalie and me, and I'm not the only one who saw it.  The killer saw it, too, and he used it to force you into a choice once and for all.  And you made that choice. Didn't you, John?

***

Michael: Hi, Dr. Truman.

Spencer: Yes?

Michael: I'm Dr. Michael --

Spencer: Yeah, I know who you are.

Michael: Oh.  Well, I just heard recently that you're going to be staying here with our hospital for a while, and I was wondering if maybe I could --

Spencer: I tell you what, put a memo on my desk, all right?  I'll let you know.

***

John: Well, you are right about one thing.  The killer's made this personal.  He's changed his M.O. from Marcie's book to trying to get inside my head.

Evangeline: Good luck with that.  I never had any, John?  I need you to know that I don't fault you for anything.  You had to save Natalie first.  She would've died for sure.

John: I need to know, what's the first thing you remember when you woke up after you were kidnapped?

Evangeline: I'm trying to thank you for saving my life, to let you know that I don't blame you for anything, and all you can do is question me like I'm just some random case?

John: You know it's not like that.

Evangeline: Then don't treat me that way.  Don't you have anything else to say to me?

John: I have a lot to say.  But the job demands I find out what happened first.

Evangeline: So that you can find Natalie.  And I want to help you do that, I do.  The last thing I remember, I was -- I was waiting in the wings to accept my award.  And the next thing I know, someone came up behind me and -- and put a rag over my mouth.  It had to be chloroform.

John: Then what happened?

Evangeline: The next thing I knew, I was waking up on a floor in a basement.

***

Lisa: I want to thank you for everything you've done for my daughter.

Michael: Well, she's going to be ok, and I'll tell you what, not even doctor's orders are going to keep her in that bed for very long.  I don't want you to worry.  You know, my brother, John, is going to catch the guy who's responsible for this.  He loves her way too much to let him get away with this.

Lisa: Which "her" are you talking about?  Evangeline or Natalie?

***

Lisa: Baby?  Are you ok?  Come here.  Come here.

Evangeline: Oh, mommy.

Lisa: It's ok, it's ok.

John: You take good care of Evangeline.  You make sure she gets everything she needs.

Michael: Absolutely, but first, I'm going to take care of this hand.

John: No, I got some stuff at home.  I can fix it.

Michael: John, no arguments.  You wait right here, ok?

John: Ok.

[Phone rings]

John: Marcie.  Tell me you found that journal from your high school killing club.  What, you sure?  It was definitely stolen?  Oh, Marcie.  That journal's our only link to the killer.  It's his guide to who he's going to kill next.

July 7, 2005

Marcie: Mrs. Davidson, you shouldn't be here.

Viki: Why not?  This is the last place anyone saw Natalie before she disappeared.  This place could very well be the last place that she was ever alive.

Marcie: I'm so sorry.  I mean, if I could undo anything that happened, you know I would.  I -- I wish that I had never written that book.

Viki: Please, stop it.  Just stop it.

Marcie: Excuse me?

Viki: I said stop it.  Marcie, my daughter is being held somewhere at the hands of a serial killer.  And frankly, I don't have the energy nor the inclination to make you feel better now.

Marcie: I wasn't asking you to make me --

Viki: Of course you are!  Marcie, you're making this about you.  It's not about you -- because you are healthy and you are safe, and tomorrow morning, you're going to wake up in your own bed.

Marcie: Well, I wish the killer had taken me instead.  Natalie didn't do anything wrong.  Neither did Hudson or Julie or that poor waitress.  If I had never written that book --

Viki: No, but you did write it.  Do you regret the success you had?  The attention?

Marcie: Yes.

Viki: Good, then do something about it!  Good lord, I read your book.  The murders you wrote about -- they're barbaric.  But there was nothing in there about two women being burned at the stake.

Marcie: That's because the idea came from somewhere else.

Viki: Where?

Marcie: When -- when I was in high school, my friends and I -- we had a real killing club.

Viki: You did?  Wow!  Why did the killer try to burn my daughter alive?

Marcie: He was copying something that we wrote about in one of the original "Killing Club" journals.  There was a -- there was an idea in there about how to kill two cheerleaders on the basketball court.

Viki: Burning them alive?  That was your idea?

Marcie: No.  No, no, it wasn't my idea.  I swear, none of this was supposed to be real, Mrs. Davidson.  I -- the cheerleaders -- they used to make fun of us, and I --

Viki: And you wished them dead?

Marcie: No!  No, we never actually planned to kill anybody.  They were just words.  They were just words on a piece of paper.

Viki: But, Marcie, because of what you made up, my daughter could be --

Marcie: I don't know what to say.

Viki: There's nothing you can say.  Think about it.  You and your friends -- you sat around plotting the deaths of people?

Marcie: They were just fantasies.

Viki: But you made them public, Marcie.  In a sense, you are responsible for the ideas.  For God's sake, stop feeling so sorry for yourself.  Do something to make this right!

Marcie: What if it's too late?

Viki: Don't you ever say that.  In my heart, I know that my daughter is still alive, but I know that she is in grave danger.  So why don't you do something to help the police find her!

***

Marcie: I know that you're upset, Mrs. Davidson, but I have done -- I have done everything that I can to make this right.  I am trying to make amends.

Viki: Amends?  Amends won't find Natalie.

Marcie: Maybe not.  But maybe helping John will.  I have gone through the book with him.  I have told him everything I can possibly remember about the original Killing Club.

Viki: Well, you obviously didn't give him very much to go on, considering what happened here.

Marcie: I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, Mrs. Davidson.  I --

Viki: No, Marcie, you can't.

Marcie: Well, I'm not going to say I'm sorry.  Because I realize that's not what you want to hear right now.  And because I have done everything I can to make this right.  But you have to believe me, never in a million years did I think --

Viki: Did you think you would write a book that a sociopath would use to commit murder after murder after murder?

***

Viki: Did you find her?

John: No, not yet, but --

Viki: Oh.

John: We're doing everything we can.

Viki: I know, I know.  I know you are.  Please, just keep me informed, ok?  I mean, even if it's bad news.

John: We're going to bring Natalie home safely.

Viki: Well, we both know you can't promise me that.  How's Evangeline doing?

John: She's been discharged from the hospital, but that's all I know.

Viki: Oh.  Well, then good.  She must be doing better.

John: If it's any comfort -- Evangeline told me that Natalie was still fighting, that she wasn't giving up.

Viki: Well, I know that you care about Natalie, so --

John: I do.  I want her home.

Viki: So do I.

John: You ok?

Marcie: She blames me for what happened.  Do you?

John: I blame myself.

***

Marcie: John, you can't blame yourself.  You saved Evangeline.  You're doing everything you possibly can to try and find Natalie, despite the fact that I haven't given you much.

John: You shouldn't even be here, Marcie, for a lot of reasons.

Marcie: I came here because I -- I wanted to get inside the killer's head.  I was trying to figure out what he's trying to prove.

John: Did it work?

Marcie: Well, I don't know, John.  I don't know anything anymore.  I mean, it was bad enough when he was just copying the book, but now that the killer's stolen my journals and he's just using it to find new ways to hurt people -- and it is because of me.  So why'd you come here?

John: Well, like you, I'm trying to get a window inside this guy's head.  He's taking a big risk holding Natalie hostage.  What does he hope to get out of it?

Marcie: Is that what you think he's doing, John?  Do you think he's holding Natalie hostage?

John: I have to think that.  Because the alternative --

***

John: Well, if you're right about the killer taking your journal --

Marcie: He took them.  I knew exactly where they were, and now they are not there anymore.

John: Ok.  Well, then we're just going to have to find another one.  I'm going to go over the list of the old killing club members, see if any of them kept theirs.

Marcie: Well, I can make some phone calls for you if you want.  I mean, if it'll help.

John: Thanks.  That would help.  Help free up an officer so he can run patrols and maybe help you, too.  You know, talking to your old friends might help you remember something.

Marcie: Yeah.

John: Do me a favor, Marcie.  Make those calls from the station, ok?

Marcie: Sure.

John: All right.  All right.  Marcie --

Marcie: Yeah?

John: You probably shouldn't stay here on your own.  Hey.  Come on.

Marcie: Ok.

July 11, 2005

Evangeline: Antonio, it's Evangeline.  I just came across a case file that will help our case for Jamie, and I want to run it by you and see what you think.  So call me, I'm at the office, and I'll be here till 8:00, ok?  You miss a few days, it's hard to get back in the swing of things.

Michael: Yeah, well, you know, getting kidnapped by a psycho will do that to you.

Evangeline: I stopped shaking an hour ago.  But I'm managing.

Michael: Yeah, well, it looks like you're throwing yourself into work.

Evangeline: That's how I manage.

Michael: It's also how you drive yourself nuts.  You know, you can only throw yourself into work for so long before things start to back up, and then you're in real trouble.

Evangeline: You know this from a professional standpoint, doctor?

Michael: I know this from watching my brother, John.

***

Bo: And where's the analysis of that hair that we found at the love center?  No, no, I needed it yesterday.  Thank you.

John: You're right about this, Bo.  The timing doesn't work any other way.

[Knock on door]

Bo: Yeah?

Marcie: I got your message.  Is it Natalie?  I mean, is she all right?  Did you find her?  What's going on?

Bo: There's no news yet, Marcie.

John: You need something?

Rex: Yeah, I need to help find my sister.  There's got to be something I can do.

Bo: All right, you can stay, as long as you keep your mouth shut.  Marcie, we've come up with something, we need to check it out with you.

Marcie: Ok.

John: We think we're dealing with more than one perp here.

Marcie: What?

John: Did the killing club ever have two people work together on one murder?

Marcie: Oh, my God.  The -- the first time we ever used more than one killer, it was on the cheerleader murders!

Rex: You just remembered that now?

John: Marcie, just finish what you're saying.

Marcie: But we -- we didn't kill both cheerleaders.  That's why I couldn't remember it.  The -- the one cheerleader was supposed to get away as a warning to everyone else.

John: Ok.  Think.  What happened to the other cheerleader?

***

Evangeline: I am not acting like John.

Michael: Yeah, I guess you're right.  No, John would never throw himself into his work to try and cover up what he was going through.

Evangeline: You know what?  Remind me to call you the next time I need expert psychological testimony.

Michael: Am I wrong?

Evangeline: No, you're just confusing me with John's other muse.  Natalie is the one who allegedly has so much in common with your brother.  God, that was bitchy.

Michael: It's ok.

Evangeline: No.  No, it's not ok.  I promised Natalie that we were going to get out together or we weren't going to get out at all, and here I am taking cheap shots at her.

Michael: See, this is what I'm talking about.  You are not like John.  Nobody could be that stubborn.  You can't just pretend that this thing with this nut case didn't affect you.  You can't bottle it all up and go on like nothing ever happened.

Evangeline: Don't worry.  Don't worry, I feel it all.  I feel it all -- fear that the killer's going to come back, relief that I survived, and the pain and the hurt that the one I need to lean on most right now isn't here for me.

Evangeline: It just comes in waves, Michael.  And when they hit, I just -- I break down for a few minutes and then I move on.

Michael: You're pretty amazing, you know that?

Evangeline: I'm very amazing.  And it's not enough.

Michael: It's pretty crazy how much things can change in just one night.

Evangeline: It's taken every ounce of strength I have not to give in to the rage and the hatred at that son of a bitch that took Natalie and me.

***

John: Ok, Marcie, you just got to tell us everything you remember from the cheerleader scenario.

Marcie: Look, John, if I had my journal, then I -- I would know how it was supposed to end, but it's just -- it's just all mixed up in my mind.

John: Try, Marcie.

Rex: Oh, to hell with that!  Tell us something or Natalie's going to die!

Bo: Last warning, Balsom! Either you put a sock in it or you take a hike.

John: Here's what you got to do.  You just got to put it together piece by piece in your head, Marcie.

Marcie: We were -- look, we were really frustrated because we felt that the murders were getting too predictable to figure out.  They were -- they were too easy to figure out, so we added -- we added a second killer to the plan to mix it up.  And then I think there was some kind of a twist or --

Rex: "Twist"?  What the hell is that?  What are you freaks doing to my sister?

Bo: That's it.  You're out of here.

Rex: No, wait, wait, come on, she's onto something.

Bo: Yeah, John's going to help her get to it.  I'll be right back.

John: Forget about them, Marcie.

Marcie: Ok.

John: Just take your time and try to remember.

Rex: Can't -- can't you just shoot her up with a truth drug or something, huh?

Bo: She's on our side, you know?  She's doing the best she can right now.

Rex: Well, her best isn't cutting it.  Natalie could already be dead, for all we know.

Bo: I understand how you feel.  We're doing everything we can to bring her home safe.

Rex: You better.

Bo: Hicks?  Go down to forensics and see what's taking them with that D.N.A. test I've been waiting for.  Thank you.

Marcie: That's why.  That's why whoever planned the cheerleader murders, they needed two killers to get the cheerleaders into the basement at one time.

John: And you said one of the cheerleaders was supposed to escape?

Marcie: Yes.  The survivor was supposed to get away.  That was part of the plan.

Bo: "The survivor"?

John: What was supposed to happen to the other cheerleader?

Marcie: She was taken away just like Natalie.

Bo: And what happened then?  Marcie?

Marcie: Uh --

***

Bo: Where did the killer take the cheerleader, Marcie?

Marcie: Commissioner, the punishment was always supposed to fit the crime.  The people that we pretended to kill -- they were always supposed to meet the end that we thought they deserved, but this story broke the pattern that we had set up.  Before that, all of the murders were supposed to look like accidents so that the police wouldn't pursue them as homicides.

John: Now the killers are breaking the pattern by moving away from the book and apparently targeting people in my life.

Bo: The cops in Jersey have cleared most of Marcie's friends from high school.

John: Who's missing from the list?

Bo: Scott Randall, Alan Smithie.

John: What do they have to do with the club?

Marcie: Scott wasn't really into it.  I mean, he -- he quit really early?

John: What about this guy Alan?

Marcie: Oh, Alan was really out there, I mean, even for our group.  He was -- you know, there wasn't any other goth kids in school, and he was into weapons, and he wanted to find kids in their "essence" -- I don't know, that's what he called it.

Bo: What does that mean?

Marcie: I don't know, it was like he -- he was really big on, like, you know, having his victims use certain props or wearing certain costumes.

John: Like the cheerleaders' outfits?

Marcie: Oh, my God, that's it.  I think Alan -- Alan was the one who came up with the cheerleader murders.

Bo: Davis, see if there's anybody in jersey that can get us a recent photograph of an Alan Smithie.

Marcie: It can't be Alan.  He can't be one of the killers.

John: What are you talking about?  Why not?

Marcie: Because he's dead.

***

Michael: Oh, you know what?  Then I have to give you credit for being able to get back into work and focus, because when Marcie and I have problems, it takes a couple hours for me to shake them off.

Evangeline: I'll remember that the next time I have to go to the E.R.  And I'm not that together.  Trust me.

Michael: Well, you fake it damn well.

Evangeline: I'm a master.  I ran into your brother earlier today.

Michael: How was that?

Evangeline: He kissed me, but that's all that happened.

Michael: Why'd you stop it?

Evangeline: It's not enough.  Not anymore.  I realized that it would take years and a whole lot of heartache to get through all of John's stuff, and I still might come up empty.

Michael: Yeah.

Evangeline: I love myself too much for that.  Anyway, life goes on, and I need to get back to work, so --

Michael: Yeah, yeah.  Hey, listen, I -- I just want to let you know we both know my brother's a jerk.  I don't think that should stop us from being friends.

Evangeline: I can always use a friend.  Thank you.

Michael: If you need me, you know where I'll be.

Evangeline: I do.

Evangeline: Ok, ok, no, no, no, no.  No, no, no, no.  Come on.

[Music plays]

Radio announcer: This one's going out to Bob and Debbie, celebrating 50 years of marriage today.

Evangeline: Oh -- oh!

[Music stops]

Evangeline: Ok.

Evangeline: Oh, my God.  Oh, my God.  5,312...

***

Rex: Ugh!  Oh!  Oh.

Bartender: Should I put this on your tab?

Rex: Put it on Antonio's tab.

Michael: Hey, Rex.  Any news about your sister?

Rex: What do you care?

Michael: Well, she's a friend of mine.

Rex: Whatever.

Michael: You know, you're not going to help your sister by getting hammered. Ooh.

Rex: Oh, don't worry, doc, I'm not driving.

Michael: You need a cup of coffee.  Can we get him a cup of coffee, please?

Rex: Why don't you get out of my face, dude?  Ok?  You're the last friend my sister needs.

Michael: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Rex: This whole thing is on you.  Your girlfriend is the one who gave this psycho a how-to book to follow, and your cop brother's the one who pissed this guy off.  The whole reason Natalie got snatched up was because of John Mc Bain, so why don't you spare me the concern and get lost!

***

Bo: Alan Smithie was out of the country when he died.  That's why we didn't catch it.

Marcie: What about the rest of the original Killing Club members?  I can't possibly remember all of the details from the journals, Bo.  They might.

Bo: All right, they're being questioned in the field right now.  Evangeline, I'm going to go over to your office and supervise the crime scene.

Evangeline: Ok.

Bo: I don't want to miss anything.

Evangeline: Ok.

Marcie: When is this going to end?

Evangeline: When they catch them.  Hopefully they'll be able to get something off that note that was sent to my office.

Marcie: I hope so.  You got anything?

John: Labs came back on the note.  It's a photocopy, no prints.

Evangeline: What about the content of the letter?

John: This make any sense to you?

Marcie: "And everyone will know she's gone, but no one will know she's still there or that she can hear them cheer."  I --

John: Do you know what it means?  Marcie, you got to give me something here.  What is the killer trying to tell us?

***

Michael: How can you blame my brother for what's happening to Natalie?

Rex: Ok, because he let that psycho get away with her.  Need another drink!

Michael: Look, rex, we're all worried about Natalie, ok?  My brother didn't sleep a wink last night and he's not going to until he -- until he finds her.

Rex: Look, I'm not stupid.  I know the longer she's gone, there's a better chance that this guy is going to do whatever he --

Michael: Don't -- don't say it, man.  My brother is not going to let that happen.

Rex: Set him up with a drink.  Put it on my tab.

Bartender: You mean Antonio's tab?

Rex: Whatever.

***

Bo: Who has the list of all the key holders in this building?

Ofc.  Blanchard: Security is getting it now.

Bo: All right.

Officer: Commissioner?

Bo: Mm-hmm?

Officer: I think I've got an eyewitness.

Bo: Did you see the guy that slipped that note under the door here?

Janitor: Yeah.

John: "She's gone but still there" -- that's got to mean something.  What's this guy trying to tell us?

Evangeline: John, you have to let her think.

John: You know how long she's been gone?  You know what we're looking at here?

Evangeline: I do, and we're all trying to help.

Marcie: Look, I'm sorry, John, ok, but this is just -- this is not enough to go on here!

John: All right, all right, settle down.  What is it?

Marcie: This -- this little symbol on -- is this -- is this the envelope that the letter came in?

Evangeline: Yeah.  Yeah, that's it.

John: What do you got?  This thing -- the K and the C -- that's "Killing Club," right?

Evangeline: It looks -- it looked like a coffin to me.

Marcie: We only used that symbol when -- when we thought a murder was completely -- was going to be completely successful, when -- when there was no doubt that the plan was going to work.

John: Ok, so he's going to make his move?

Marcie: No, John, that symbol means that he's already done it!

Evangeline: Oh, my God.

Marcie: It means that Natalie's dead!

July 12, 2005

John: Hey!  Hey!  What the hell you talking about?  You look at some -- some drawing on some envelope and, out of that, you're saying Natalie's dead?

Marcie: There weren't just any two letters, John.

Evangeline: But you still can't know for sure.

Marcie: The killer sent you a message with a symbol on it -- the same symbol the killing club used to show that someone was dead. I am sorry, but it can only mean that Natalie is --

John: No!  No, not this time!  I'm not going to let it happen again!

Evangeline: John --

John: Natalie's not dead, end of discussion!

Bo: All right, let's try this again.  Did you see someone slip a note under Evangeline Williamson's door?

Man: I make a mistake.  Didn’t see nobody.

Bo: Yeah, but five minutes ago, you told me you did.  Now, which is it?

Man: I make a mistake.

Bo: Uh-huh.  But if you're lying to me, you're making even a bigger mistake.  Can you give us a couple minutes?

Officer: Yes, sir.

Bo: Where you from?

Man: Llanview.

Bo: Yeah, Llanview, but before that.

Man: New York.

Bo: And be re that?  I want you to understand something.  I'm not an immigration officer, all right?  This is strictly about a murder and kidnapping.  And if you know something about that, you have to cooperate with me.

Man: I have family here.

Bo: I know, and so does the young woman that this killer kidnapped.  Now, if she ends up dead and you know something about it, I -- you know, how are you going to live if you know that you could've prevented it?  Now, did you see someone slip a note under that door?

Man: Yes.

Bo: Ok.  Can you describe that person?

Man: I think so.

Marcie: John, it's not like I want Natalie dead.

Evangeline: We know that, Marcie.

John: All I'm saying is the killer's playing games with us.  Just because he makes a sketch on an envelope doesn't automatically mean Natalie's dead.

Marcie: Well, then what does it mean, John?  You tell me, because I can't figure it out.

John: He's playing games with us, all right?  He's trying to show us how smart he is, how he's one step ahead of us, which means we have to work even harder to find Natalie.  It means we've got to find out how this damn "Killing Club" story ends.  So tell me, where does the killer take the cheerleader?

Marcie: If I could remember that, John, you know I would tell you.  I --

John: Marcie, forgive me, but I'm having a hard time understanding how you could forget something like that.

Marcie: Because.  Because I never wrote this story, John.  I just recorded it in a journal, like I recorded a hundred other stories that never made my book.

John: Ok.  I'm sorry.  Look, let's go back to the note.  "She's still there or that she can hear them cheer."  What the hell does that mean?

Marcie: I don't know.

John: Hey.  Hicks, get me a file with all the names and numbers of the surviving Killing Club members.

Ofc.  Hicks: It's on the commissioner's desk.

John: I'll get it myself.

Evangeline: He's under a lot of pressure.  We all are.

Marcie: Why can't I remember what comes next?  Why can't I remember what that clue means?  I mean, "everyone will know that she's there, but no one will know that she can hear them --" I don't even -- I can't even remember what the clue is.

[Phone rings]

Evangeline: That's -- that's Natalie's phone.

Marcie: I know.

[Ring]

Evangeline: Precinct.  Sorry, the office supply order will have to wait.  No, Natalie Vega is not here.  I'm not sure when she'll be back

***

John: Still waiting for that report on Scott Randall.

Ofc.  Hicks: I'll see what they've got.

John: Only one of your buddies not accounted for.

Marcie: I think he might have joined the peace corps, John.

John: Oh, from the killing club to the peace corps? That's perfect.

Marcie: I told you he quit early.

Evangeline: Look, if there are no questions for me, I'd like to go home now.

John: No, you're not going anywhere till I know it's safe for you.  No arguments.

Man: Excuse me.  Lieutenant Mc Bain?

John: Kind of busy here.

Man: Yes, the mayor thought I might be able to help you.  Grant Davis.  I've worked on a lot of cases like this.

John: Yeah, look, no offense, grant, but we already tried working with a profiler.

Grant: Yes, I know.  Someone you know from the F.B.I.?

John: Yeah, supposedly he's one of the best.

Grant: Yeah, I'm sure he is, but the mayor's feeling is, well, since this case is still open and there are new developments, perhaps I should take a look?

John: Yeah, fine.  What the hell?  This way.

Evangeline: That should be a pretty interesting conversation.

Marcie: Hmm.  Maybe he can help.  I mean, I don't mean that John can't handle this.  You know, I mean, this case, it's really important to him.  You know, it's more than just a case.

Evangeline: Three people have been murdered, Marcie.  Of course it's important to John.

Marcie: Evangeline, I didn't --

Evangeline: I'm sorry.

Marcie: No.

Evangeline: No, no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insinuated anything.

Marcie: No, really, it's my fault.  I haven't been thinking lately.  You know, I know that you and John broke up over Natalie, and now she's missing or worse, and then you're standing by, watching how hard this is for John and --

Evangeline: Ok, whatever you think happened between John and me, the only thing that's important right now is finding Natalie.  We're not going to make this personal.

Marcie: Evangeline, this is personal.

Evangeline: John's a professional.

Marcie: Yes.  Yeah, he is a professional, but you didn't see him the other night.

Evangeline: What happened the other night?

Marcie: When you disappeared from the woman of the year awards, he really flipped.  He wasn't just a cop looking for a victim anymore.  He was a man and he was looking for someone that he really cared about.  He was looking for you.

Grant: So that's how your serial killers differ from your garden-variety criminals.  Usually they don't have a record.  They look like the guy next door.

John: Right.

Grant: Almost always male, 18 to 35.

John: Parents divorced, been with a prostitute, issues with their mother.  I know all the stats, Grant.  Unless you can tell me where Natalie is or at the very least that she's still alive, you and I got nothing to talk about.

***

Grant: I obviously can't tell you for certain if Natalie's still alive, but if part of what the killer is doing is trying to get to you --

John: It's in his best interests to keep her alive.

Grant: But not indefinitely.  Let me go through the rest of the evidence and I'll get back to you.

John: The desk sergeant will give you the files.

Hayes: Yeah, get -- get your hands off me.

John: What's going on?

Hayes: Yeah, this big ape of yours -- 

John: I wasn't talking to you. What happened?

Ofc.  Blanchard: Complaint from a guest at the Angel Square Hotel.  Lady was freaked out about some guy loitering.

Hayes: I was not loitering.  Ask my bodyguard.  He was there.

John: You must have been doing something.

Hayes: Yeah, I was waiting for Marcie.

Marcie: For me?

John: Want to explain what you wanted with her?

Hayes: Some crazy lady makes a phone call, and now you're give me the third degree?  When did this become a police matter?

John: Since you became a suspect in a murder investigation.

Hayes: Oh, God, we're back to that again?

John: What time was the complaint called in?

Ofc.  Blanchard: 5:30.

Evangeline: That's about the time the note was slipped under my door, so it wasn't him, unless he can be in two places at one time.

Hayes: What -- what are you whispering about?  What note?

[Phone rings]

John: Excuse me.

John: Natalie?  Natalie.

***

John: Natalie, are you there?

Marcie: John, is she saying anything?

Evangeline: Let him alone, Marcie.

John: All right, we need to track this call.  Find out if Natalie's cell phone has a G.P.S. chip in it.  If not, we can triangulate it.  Bo, that was the killer.  He just called using Natalie's cell phone.  He played a recording of, like, cheerleaders at some sort of game, like a football game or something.

Marcie: That's it, John.  That -- that is it.

John: That's what?

Marcie: A football field.  In the journal, the killer took the cheerleader to a football field.

John: And then what did he do?

Marcie: Oh, my God.

John: What happened to her at the football field, Marcie?

Marcie: Her buried her alive, john!

Bo: Get me a list of every high school football field in this area.

John: There's got to be a dozen.

Evangeline: Oh, try Kendall creek first.  It's a private high school near my condo.  I run the track there.

John: Kendall creek.  K.C.  Bo, have the task force fan out amongst the other fields.  I'm headed to Kendall creek, see if I can find this bastard.  This guy doesn't go anywhere.

***

Bo: I have a multiple murder case on my hands right now.  I will detain and question anyone who I feel can shed light on it.  Now, you file that.

Hayes: What is this, the dictatorship of Llanview?  If I'm not mistaken, this is still the United States of America.  I do have rights.

Bo: Maybe I'm not making myself clear enough!  If you or your attorney try to stand in my way, I will charge you both with obstruction of justice.  You can go now.

Bo: Evangeline?  Could I see you in my office, please?

Hayes: Hey, Marcie.

Marcie: What do you want?

Hayes: I never got a chance to tell you what I wanted to tell you before.

Marcie: I've been nominated for a Poirot Award?

Hayes: Best mystery book of the year.  This is a big honor!  Congratulations.

Marcie: Yeah, I guess I should be happy.

Hayes: Marcie, three of my other clients are also nominated.  I would love for you to join us tomorrow night at ultra violet to celebrate.

Marcie: I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly in a party mood.

Hayes: Ok, but I think you're making a big mistake.  Three of the most famous mystery writers in the country are going to be there, including Gerald Sears.

Marcie: Gerald Sears?  Wow.  I'm sorry, I can't.  Hayes, I just can't.

Bo: Have you seen a guy in his 20s, athletic build, wears a baseball cap -- dark baseball cap -- pulled down over his eyes?  Have you seen anyone like that hanging around your office or your apartment?

Evangeline: That describes three of my clients and about half the delivery guys.

Bo: I wish I had a better description.

Evangeline: I'll think about it, ok?

Bo: Ok.  How are you holding up?

Evangeline: The truth?  I haven't even begun to deal with the fact that the killer got so close to me again.  I'm afraid if I do, I will fall apart.  How about you?

Bo: You know, I've been police commissioner now for a number of years.  It's always hard when a case is this close to home.

Evangeline: Natalie's out there somewhere.  I just pray that John finds her in time.

***

John: I think I found something!  Get the shovel out of the car.

John: Hurry up!

***

Bo: Hey, Marcie?

Marcie: Yeah?

Bo: You can go home now, but try to stay available, ok?

Marcie: Ok.  I don't really want to go home.  I need to be here to help them solve this, if I can.

Evangeline: If only you could write a new ending to the story, huh?

Marcie: If only it were that simple.  I don't know, maybe I can -- I don't know, I've been invited to this dinner with all these mystery writers, and they're really accomplished, more experienced than I am, and I was thinking maybe if I went, maybe we could, you know, put our minds together and figure out what the killer's next move might be.

[Knock on door]

Bo: Yeah?

Ofc.  Blanchard: Rest of the task force has checked in.  No one's turned anything up.

Bo: All right.  Guess it's up to John now.  Send some backup to him, ok, out at Kendall creek?

John: Natalie?

July 13, 2005

Evangeline: Oh, man.  I wonder if Bo's heard anything from John about Natalie.

Marcie: I can't stand waiting like this.

Bo: Yeah?

Viki: Bo.

Bo: Viki, you ok?

Viki: Bo, I heard from him.

Bo: Who?

Viki: That monster, whoever has Natalie.  He called me.

***

John: "Loser award number one -- you can't beat 'em, join 'em.  I can't believe that Tim Stevens is now Officer Tim Stevens.  Who's he kidding?  He was arrested, like, six times in junior year, suspended, never graduated.  And now he takes an equivalency test he found on a matchbook cover and the local cops make him one of their own, strutting around town like he's somebody important.  Please.  Let's get rid of this loser fast.  I promise he's the next killing club victim.  And I don't care what everyone else says about killing cops."

Michael: What is this, John?

John: This?  It's my warning.

***

John: It's a page from the killing club journal.  It's probably Marcie's.  It's about killing a cop.

Michael: You?

John: Yeah.  They -- they set me up.  They sent me here to find it.  And to find this.  It's Natalie's.

Michael: That damn club.  You know, I wish I would've never told her to write that stupid -- what is this?  What do you think it means?

John: Well, I think it means they're looking forward to seeing me dead, Mike.

Michael: Well, why beat around the bush, John?  Why not just come out and, I don't know, take a shot at you?

John: Well, that wouldn't be part of their game.

Michael: But getting to you through Natalie and Evangeline -- that is?

John: Yeah.  Hey, look, I got to get this down to the lab.  Probably won't be any prints, but you never know what you might find.

Michael: Yeah.  Hey, John?

John: Yeah?

Michael: What were you digging for?

John: Natalie's body.

Marcie: I'm almost afraid to hear what Mrs. Davidson is telling the commissioner.

Evangeline: Doesn't look good.

Marcie: I saw her at the love center after what happened to you and Natalie.  She wasn't very happy with me.

Evangeline: Because you wrote that book?

Marcie: Yeah.

Evangeline: Come on.  You can't think she blames you for what happened.

Marcie: Oh, she does blame me for what happened.  She came right out and said it.  And you know what?  I'm glad she did because I'm sick of people walking on eggshells around me.  She just gave it to me straight.

Evangeline: She was upset.  We've all said things we didn't really mean these last few days.

Marcie: Did you, with John?

***

Bo: John got a call from Natalie's cell phone, too.  There were no voices, just sounds, so he must've called John right after he called you.

Viki: You know, when I looked at my phone and I saw what phone it was, that it was Natalie's phone, I thought for a second it was her calling to say she was all right.  But it wasn't.  It was this horrible man's voice.  You know what he said to me?  He said, "have you seen your daughter lately?  Do you remember what her voice sounds like when she cries?"

***

Viki: Hi.

Marcie: Hi.

Evangeline: Mrs. Davidson, are you all right?

Viki: No, I'm kind of upset.

Evangeline: Did you hear something about Natalie?

Viki: Yeah.  Whoever that man is who has Natalie, he called me on her cell phone.

Marcie: Oh, my God.  Did he say anything about her?

Viki: No, he just called to torment me, but Bo's trying to trace the call so that maybe they can find out where it was made from, you know.

Evangeline: It's so horrible.  It's so horrible that you have to go through this.  I'm sorry.

Viki: Thank you.

Marcie: I know that I'm the last person you want to see, but I want you to know that I'm here.  I'm trying to help the police with anything that I might know or remember.

Viki: I appreciate that.  Thank you.

Marcie: Thank you.

Evangeline: Did you find anything?

John: Just this.

Viki: That's Natalie's cell phone.  But Bo told me that the -- the guy called you, as well.

John: The killer called you?

Viki: Yes.

Bo: John, can you bring that in my office?  I'll fill you in.  Natalie's phone records.  Her cell phone did have G.P.S.  Both the calls to you and Viki were made from the football field.

John: That's where I found this, buried, along with this page from the killing club journal.

Marcie: Michael told me that you found another page from the journal.  Can I read it?  I think I know what part it might be from.

Viki: What led you to find that in the first place?

John: I don't know how to tell you this, Mrs. Davidson.

Viki: Well, just tell me.  I need to know.

John: When I got to the field, I found what looked like a freshly dug grave underneath the bleachers.  The killer wanted me to think that Natalie had been buried --

Marcie: Michael?  Michael, come on, we need you!

***

Marcie: Mrs. Davidson, I brought you some chamomile tea.  It should help calm you down.

Viki: Thank you, Marcie, for everything.

Michael: Listen, I'm going to go and call Dr. Miller, give her your numbers and ask how she'd like me to proceed.

Viki: Thank you.

John: Sorry I upset you, but I -- I thought you had the right to know.

Viki: No, please, I appreciate it.  Believe me, it's much worse not knowing anything.  I need to ask you your honest opinion.  Do you think that this person has already done something to Natalie?

John: No, I don't.  He needs the leverage, and that's Natalie.  He needs to keep her alive to have power over us.

Viki: Oh, God, I hope you're right.

John: Mrs. Davidson, I know you're upset, but I need to ask you a few questions about this guy's voice, the guy that called you.  Was there anything familiar about it or distinctive?  How about background noises?  Anything?

Viki: No, it was completely quiet.  And he was whispering, you know?  He -- his voice was awful.  He had, like, no emotion, even when he said what he was going to do to her.

Bo: We're not going to get the labs back on that journal page until morning, so why don't you knock off for a while, go home, try to get some sleep?

John: You sure?

Bo: Yeah  Have your brother drive you.

John: It's been a hell of a day.

Evangeline: Michael -- Michael should stay with Mrs. Davidson.  I'll drive him.

John: You've been through a lot yourself.

Evangeline: Can't let you drive into a pole, John.  Let's get you home.

Bo: All right, I'm going to see if Michael has heard from Paige.

Viki: Hey, why don't you sit down?

Marcie: Really?

Viki: Yes, really.

***

Bo: She said that she'll check you back into the hospital unless you promise to stay in bed and rest for three days.

Viki: Oh, come on, you can't ask me to do that with Natalie missing.

Bo: Viki, you're not going to help Natalie or Jess or any of us if you're sick.  Now, come on, just do what the doctor ordered, ok?  Otherwise, I'll call Clint.  You know, he'll be one mad cowboy.

Viki: I'll go home, I'll rest.  But please, please call me if you get anything.

Bo: You know I will, all right?

Viki: Ok.

Bo: I'll have one of my guys drive you.

Viki: No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Marcie: Well, I can take you, Mrs. Davidson, if that's ok.

Viki: That would be nice if you'd ride home with me, yeah.

Michael: You know what, I'm going to follow you guys over.

Marcie: I promise you we won't stay that long.

Viki: It's all right.  Thank you, both of you.

Michael: Listen, commissioner?  I wanted to ask you something before I take off.

Bo: Ok.

Michael: That journal page that my brother found?  You guys aren't thinking that the killer's going to go after him next, are you?

Bo: It's possible.  Why?

Michael: I was just thinking.  After what happened to our father -- you know what?  Never mind.

[Heartbeat]

[Heartbeat]

July 14, 2005

Officer: The wind is blowing in from the northeast, so that's the way it would float.

Second officer: We'll start from that end.

Rex: What are they doing, dragging the bottom?

John: Yeah.

Rex: What are they looking for?  Or should I ask who are they looking for? Natalie?

***

Rex: So you're going to waste everybody's time when you could be out finding Natalie, huh?  She's not dead, Mc Bain.  She's not at the bottom of some stupid quarry.

John: Just butt out.

Rex: Hey, Natalie's my sister!

John: Well, maybe you should've thought of that before you started wasting everybody's time with fake rescue schemes.

Rex: Whoa.  I was trying to do something for the both of you.

John: If it hadn't been for you, I would've been there when he came after Evangeline.  I could've caught him, could've brought an end to all of this, but you had me following phony leads to rescue Natalie.

Rex: I screwed up.  Fine.  Ok, blast me all you want, but I was trying to help.

John: I don't need your help.

Rex: You needed it in the Cramer case.

John: That was Bo.  He let you in for his reasons.

Rex: I helped solve it, didn't I?

John: And obviously it went straight to your head.  You put Natalie in direct danger by faking her kidnapping.  Anything happens to your sister, her blood is on your hands.

Rex: Hey.

***

John: That make you feel better, tough guy?

Rex: No.

John: So why'd you do it?

Rex: Because of what you said about Natalie.

John: Well, then I shouldn't have said it.  Now what?

Rex: Look, sometimes I do stupid things, ok, but I'm not a stupid guy.  I shouldn't have done that.  I'm sorry.

John: So, what do you want me to do now, knock you out or lock you up?

Rex: Neither.  I want you to give me a break.

John: Yeah?  Give me a reason.

Rex: Look, when I was growing up, I didn't have some dad hanging around showing me how to throw a ball or how to be a man, ok?  I had to figure it out for myself.  And sometimes I screwed up.  I still do, but I try and learn from my mistakes.

John: Yeah, well, there's plenty of those.

Rex: Hey, there's no argument here.  But Natalie's my sister, and for some stupid reason, she's in love with you, ok?  She wants you, and I try to help her get what she wants.

John: Yeah, but throwing punches ain't helping anybody right now.

Rex: You're right.  But I think we both agree that we need to find her, and that's all that matters.

John: Natalie's all that matters.  When we find her, you better thank her for this  Anybody else's brother wouldn't have gotten a break

July 15, 2005

John: So, where were you tonight?

Hayes: I've already answered all these questions.  Commissioner Buchanan grilled me last night until whatever it was showed up at your girlfriend's place.

John: So now you know where Evangeline works?

Hayes: Well, I know where the mayor works, and my lawyer's on his way there right now.

Bo: It's legal.  He registered the gun this morning.

John: What's a guy like you need with a gun?

Hayes: It's to protect me from lunatics like you and this guy that's killing everyone.

John: Yeah?  Is that why you're camped out in front of the police station?

Hayes: No.  You know, I thought I would see Marcie Walsh. I wanted to remind her about the author's party tonight.  Can I go now?  You'll be hearing from my lawyer.

John: Yeah?

Bo: Move it.

John: Put a tail on him.

Bo: Hayes forgot this clip.  The mayor wants us to pull the tag on him.

John: The minute we did that, Bo, Natalie and Evangeline got grabbed.

July 18, 2005

Rex: Look, just keep your eyes open, ok?  Any word on Natalie Vega, I want to know.

Rex: Out!  You're not welcome here.

Hayes: Aw.  Poor Rex is in a bad mood.  And why wouldn't you be?  A dead girlfriend, missing sister --

Rex: Ok, I'm giving you exactly three seconds to turn around, walk out of here, or I will take my --

Marcie: Wait, wait, Rex.  Just leave him alone.

Hayes: Great timing, Marcie.  And might I say that you look stunning tonight.

Rex: What the -- you're actually with this guy?

***

Marcie: Hayes is my agent, Rex.

Rex: I know exactly who he is.

Hayes: If you're referring to my brief stint at the top of "The Killing Club" suspect list, that's old news, Rex.  I've been cleared.

Rex: Well, congratulations.  Now go find another place to drink.

Hayes: I'd love to, but see, I'm hosting a cocktail party here for my clients who've been nominated for the Poirot award.  One of them is the fabulously talented ms. Walsh.

Marcie: Look, Rex, I was hoping maybe that the writers -- I was hoping maybe that the writers could help me figure out a way how to catch the killer.

Hayes: Always looking to help.  That's our Marcie.  So if you'll just excuse us --

Marcie: Yes, I will meet you in a minute, ok?

Hayes: But don't be long.  Everyone's anxious to meet you.

Marcie: Ok.

Rex: What's the matter with you?  I know Michael ditched you, but are you that desperate for a date?

Marcie: I already told you why I was here, Rex.

Rex: Ok, fine, pick the writers' brains if you want, but you don't have to bring that jerk along for the ride.

Marcie: I suspected him, too, ok, but he has an alibi for absolutely everything, including the night of the kidnappings.  He may not be the most charming man in the world or the most charming person on earth, but I do not think that he's the killer.

Rex: Perfect company for a night of drinking and dancing, huh?  Oh, congratulations on your award.

Marcie: You know, I haven't won anything yet, and I don't care if I do.

Rex: Right, you're just here for information.

Marcie: Rex -- you know what?  You're right, ok, I am excited. I am very excited to be included in that group of writers, and you want to know why?  Because there's nothing wrong with it.  And there's nothing wrong with it because it's something positive, Rex.  So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to join them.

Rex: J.P.?

J.P.: Yeah?

Rex: That guy that just walked in -- Hayes Barber?  Keep an eye on him.

J.P.: No problem.

Hayes: And this is Gerald Seers.  I'm sure you're familiar with his work.

Marcie: I certainly do.  I'm a big fan of yours, Mr. Seers.

Gerald: That's very kind of you.

Marcie: Oh, I'm not being kind.  I'm actually honored to even be nominated with you.  I mean, your work has been such an inspiration to me.

Gerald: It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Marcie.  Of course, I've read all about the controversy surrounding your book.  Must be very difficult for you.

Marcie: Yes.  Yes, it has, which is actually one of the reasons that I came tonight.  I was hoping that maybe you and, well, some of the other writers, maybe you could help me figure out how to catch this psychopath.

Gerald: Actually, I think we all prefer to stay in the safer world of fiction, Ms. Walsh.

Marcie: Oh.  Um --

Hayes: Hey, waitress, could we -- could we order some drinks over here?

***

Hugh: You don't have a booth?

Rex: You're welcome to hang out by the bar.

Woman: Yeah, but we made a reservation.

Rex: People just aren't leaving.  There's nothing I can do.

Hugh: Come on, Jett, let's go get a drink.  A Cosmo and a Manhattan, please?

R.J.: Balsom.  Balsom, I need to go over the books with you.

Rex: Not now, R.J.

R.J.: Now.  This is important.

Rex: Ok, I've got it under control.  I know what I'm doing.

R.J.: You've got nothing under control, understand me?  If Ultra Violet crashes and burns, I will hold you personally responsible.

Hugh: I know that girl.

Jett: Marcie Walsh.  She wrote "The Killing Club."

Hugh: The department's working on that case right now.

Jett: So "Craze" is flying me to the Bahamas again soon.  Want to come?

Hugh: Sure.

***

Man: Autobiographical?  "The Killing Club"?

Hayes: Well, not entirely.  Some of the material's been fictionalized.

Gerald: Apparently, Marcie Walsh actually planned those same murders herself in high school.

Man: I'm not sure I'd publicize that little tidbit if I were her.

Gerald: According to the press that I've read on her, she takes great pride in it.  Anything to sell more books, I suppose.

Hayes: Marcie.  How long you been standing there?  Wait, come over.  Come join us.

Marcie: Well, I --

Hugh: Now why would Ms. Walsh want to do that?  Listen to you and your two smug friends gossip and pontificate and try to feel superior to everybody?  You know, if being rude and condescending were currency, you three clowns would be billionaires.

***

Roxy: I didn't mean to fall apart on you, man.

Michael: Oh.  I think you're entitled.

Roxy: All right.  I got to get myself more positive because Natty is a fighter.  Whatever this maniac's throwing at her, she's not going to take it lying down.

Michael: Absolutely not.

Roxy: Right.  She's going to give him all kinds of crap, right?  She's going to fight like hell to get back to us.  I mean, she gave you a black eye once, didn't she?

Michael: Yes, she did.

Roxy: Right!  So imagine what she's going to do to that guy!

Michael: Listen to me, Rox -- Natalie -- she's the toughest girl I've ever met in my entire life.  I believe in her.

Roxy: You do?  Really?

Michael: Sure I do.  What?

Roxy: You tell me what.

Michael: Natalie and I are just friends.

Roxy: You sure about that?

Michael: All I said is that I believe in Natalie.

Roxy: It's not what you say, it's the way that you say it.  You got a certain look in those brown eyes of yours.  Hey, but that's cool.  I understand.  Because it's easy to fall for a girl like Natty.

***

Roxy: My Natty's got herself a doctor.

Michael: Roxy --

Roxy: Yeah, that's going to be swell.

Michael: Will you stop?

Roxy: Hey, maybe I could get a free boob job, huh?

Michael: Will you listen to me?

Roxy: I'm just joking.  I like myself just the way that I am.  Hey, I would never take advantage of you like that.

Michael: I am not interested in Natalie, ok -- not in that way.

Roxy: You know, you two were getting awful chummy lately.

Michael: Yes.  I've seen a side of Natalie that I didn't know existed.

Roxy: She's something, isn't she?  You know, life beats her down, but she gets up time after time.  She gets up, she gets back on her feet, and she even has time to splash around in a puddle.  There's no one quite like her, is there?

Michael: Yeah, you're right, she's a -- she's a very special girl.  When I found out that she was missing, I went through all the things you're going through right now.  I felt angry, I felt helpless.  Then I started thinking about that right hook of hers, you know?  Natalie puts her mind to something, she can be unbelievably strong.

Roxy: Spoken by a man who's impressed with a lot more than her right hook.

Michael: Boy, you are just not going to let this go, are you?

Roxy: I'm not, I'm not.  See, I was wrong because I was pushing her towards Johnny, but I think I was pushing her towards the wrong Mc Bain.

Michael: You are going to listen to me right now, and you are going to listen good.  Look at me, in my eyes.  Now, I want you to absorb the words that are coming out of my mouth.  Natalie is a wonderful girl, and I'd do anything for her, but I am still very much in love with Marcie.

Roxy: Then why aren't you with her right now?

***

Hayes: Yeah, this a private party, sir.  If you could just --

Hugh: No, I will not leave.  I happen to be a big fan of the mystery genre.  I've read many of your books, Mr. Seers, as a matter of fact, as well as "The Killing Club."  And from my perspective, Ms. Walsh has a written a cautionary tale about what can happen when young people make a mockery of murder.  Unlike you and others here, Mr. Seers, who write about murder as mindless entertainment.  But what do I know?  Like I said, I'm just one of the millions of readers who put you all on the bestseller list.

Gerald: Why don't you write your own mystery novel then, Mr. Whoever you are?  You can stick to what you're obviously very familiar with and you can have your killer bore people to death.  I've had enough celebrating.  Haven't you?

Man: Definitely.  Ready to go?

Second man: I have been for a while, actually.

Hayes: Yeah, I'll walk you guys out.

***

Hayes: Fun night, huh?

Marcie: It was a real blast.  I wish I had a video so I could relive it over and over and over again.

Hayes: Hey, I'm sorry, Marcie.  I just -- I wanted to show you a good night, and now --

Marcie: Now what?  You think those writers, because they treated me like a criminal, I care?  No, I'm -- I'm fine, Hayes.  I'm peachy.

[Pager beeps]

Hayes: Oh, Marcie, this is -- it's important.  I've got to --

Marcie: Just go.  Go, go back to your business.

Hayes: Are you going to be ok?

Marcie: Whatever!  Whatever.

Hayes: You're still my star client, you know?

Marcie: Warms my heart.

***

Michael: We have been over this before, Roxy.

Roxy: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.  You and Marcie are going off in different directions.  Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.  Hey, man, I'm not buying it because when you dig somebody, you dig somebody.  You don't let any of that other stuff get in the way.

Michael: You know what, I used to think so, too, but sometimes that "stuff" does get in the way, whether you let it or not.  Happened to Marcie and me.

Roxy: Yeah, because you guys were the perfect couple.

Michael: Well, it was different when we first got together.

Roxy: You know why?  Because Marcie used to be strong-willed and and she was stubborn and she was fierce and you never knew what to expect.

Michael: Yeah, I guess you're right, in a way.

Roxy: And that's the way Natty is -- the way Marcie used to be.

Michael: I am not interested in Natalie romantically.  Give it up!

Roxy: I can't give it up because you're denying everything and you're feeling guilty about it!  Ok, you know, it's ok to have lusty feelings about someone else even though you're in love with someone else, ok, because it's just human.  So, you know, you can have all these lusty feelings. It's just what you do with them.  And that's some other animal.

***

Jett: It's too sweet, don't you think?

Hugh: So you're going to be modeling for this company?

Jett: Why else would I wear their cheap perfume?

Marcie: Hey.  Rex.  What's going on?

Rex: Um -- well, let's see.  Aside from my sister having been kidnapped by a maniac, my business partner just told me that he's ready to bail on me.

Marcie: Oh.

Rex: Unless, of course, I sell him out first.

Marcie: You know, I think you should have the rest of this.

Rex: Oh.  Thanks.

Marcie: I think you need a little drinky right now.

Rex: I think you need a little out the doory door.

Marcie: No!  No, I'm fine.

Rex: Yeah, really?

Marcie: Mm-hmm.

Rex: All right, Marcie.  Story?

J.P.: That guy Hayes?  Just left the building.

Marcie: Oh, good, because he's killing me.  Oh, no, no, hey.  I need this, thank you.

***

Michael: Well, I see where she gets it.

Roxy: Gets what?

Michael: The ability to turn the tables on somebody.  I came over here to make you feel a little better, and somehow you managed to make the conversation about me.  Natalie does that all the time.  I guess she really is a chip off the old block.

Roxy: Hey, who you calling old, Mc Bain?

Michael: You know, in spite of all the lousy things that have gone on between me and your daughter, I'd let them all go if she walked through that door right now.

Roxy: She will, won't she?

Michael: Yeah.  She will.

July 19, 2005

Rex: You folks doing ok?  Can I get you another drink?

Jett: Thanks, but I have to be at work by 4:00.

Rex: A.M.?

Hugh: Modeling.

Rex: That's why you look familiar.  You were on the cover of "Craze" last month.  Jett, right, one name only?

Jett: Yeah, that's me.  Who are you?

Rex: Rex Balsom.  This is my club.

Jett: Hmm.

Rex: And you are the assistant D.A., right?

Hugh: Are you with the C.I.A. or just psychic?

Rex: I make it my business to know who's who around here.  Especially the beautiful people.  So you're a model, huh?  Must be pretty interesting.

Jett: It has its moments.

Rex: Tell me some.

Jett: Well, you know, last week in the south of France, we did stop a sailing race with the yacht.

Rex: Very interesting.

Hugh: Are you ok?

Marcie: Oh.  I'm fine.  You can go back to your model now.

Hugh: You know, maybe you should slow it down a little bit.

Marcie: Slow what down?

Hugh: You know, take it easy on the drinks?

Marcie: I'm an adult.  I think I'm an entitled to an adult beverage.

Hugh: Everybody has their limit.

Marcie: You know, it's really none of your business, is it?  I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm really -- I'm really grateful that you defended me to those jerk writers before, but I am fine.  No rescue required, and I don't need a chaperone.

Hugh: You sure?

Marcie: I myself can take care of.  Besides, I don't even know you.

Hugh: You're Marcie, I'm Hugh.

Marcie: I may be drunk, but I'm not you.

Hugh: No, it's -- it's pronounced "Hugh" -- H-U-G-H.

Marcie: What?

Hugh: Hugh.

Marcie: Whatever.

***

Jett: I seem to have lost my date.

Rex: Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about.

Hugh: So now that we've been formally introduced, is it ok for me to be a little bit concerned about how much you're drinking?

Marcie: Look, you, I really don't --

Hugh: It's pronounced "Hugh."

Marcie: What?

Hugh: "Hugh."  H-U-G-H.  "Hugh."

Marcie: Look, huge, you seem like a really nice guy.  I mean, obviously, obviously, you're a really nice guy because of the way you defended me to those writers before, but you have no idea what my life has been like.

Hugh: Not good, huh?

Marcie: That's an understate-- that's an underst-- yeah.  Not good.

Hugh: How so?

Marcie: Your date -- she must be really boring.

Hugh: She is, actually.  But that's not why I'm asking.

Marcie: Well, then why are you asking, huh, Hugh?

Hugh: I'm just naturally curious, I guess.

Marcie: Run!  Run for your life, Hugh!  Go back to the boring while you still can!  You don't want to know.  You don't.

Hugh: I'll take my chances.

Marcie: You really want to know?  Really?  All right.  Well, you asked for it.  Move over, Hugh!  All right, so this is the story.  The story is my best friend -- my best friend?

Hugh: Uh-huh?

Marcie: My best friend Jen?

Hugh: Yes?

Marcie: Well, see, she was murdered by a homosexual -- by a hom-- anyway -- ow!  She was murdered -- oh, that's good.  She was murdered by her boyfriend's father, and he was afraid to come out of the closet.  He was gay.  Just don't tell anybod and then -- see, then I decided that I would write this "Killing Club" book, right, and -- only I should've called it something else cause then nobody would've got killed or burned in oil or die in a car crash.  You know, call me crazy -- call me crazy, but I think that I have a right to get wasted if I want to.  Cheers!

***

Hugh: Ok, if you want to get wasted, I guess that is your business.

Marcie: Mm-hmm.  Damn straight, Hugh!

Jett: I have to get up in a couple of hours.

Hugh: Oh, is it that late?  I'll take you home.

Jett: I called a cab.

Marcie: Oh, bye, model!  Bye-bye!

Hugh: Marcie --

Marcie: I guess you blew it with her, huh?

Hugh: Really enjoying yourself, aren't you?

Marcie: Oh, I'm beginning to.

***

Hugh: Easy, easy there.

Marcie: Whoo!  That was wild.

Hugh: I know -- I know we decided that --

Marcie: Hugh!

Hugh: I know we decided it was none of my business, but I'm reneging.  You're officially cut off.

Marcie: Aw.

***

Marcie: I'm still thirsty.

Hugh: You can drink all the water you want when you get home.  In fact, I recommend it.  I'm putting you in a cab.

Marcie: No, no, just -- just wait one second.  I just -- I just need to --

Hugh: Need to wh?

[Marcie vomits]

Hugh: Those are -- those are $200 shoes.

Marcie: I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.

July 20, 2005

Marcie: I'm so sorry.  I never -- ew.  Did I get any on you?

Hugh: I never really liked those shoes anyway.

Marcie: "Shoes."  That's such a funny word.  Hugh's shoes!

Hugh: Let's get you to bed before you do some real damage.

Marcie: Hey.  Hey, you coming on to me?  Huh, Hugh?

***

Marcie: Hugsy

Hugh: Relax, Marcie, I'm not trying to make a pass at you.

Marcie: Good.  Wait a minute.  Why not?

Hugh: Because even if I were trying to hook up with you, you're in no shape to respond.

Marcie: Well, why don't you try me, Hugsy?

Hugh: Why don't you try a breath mint?

Marcie: Hey, why don't you try a new name.  Hugh Hughes?  I mean, that's absolutely ridiculous!  Who names their kid Hugh Hughes?

***

Roxy: Thanks for hanging out with me.  I know you've had a busy day, but it helps keeping my mind off of whatever that maniac is doing to Natty.

Michael: John's going to find her.

Roxy: In one piece, I hope.

Michael: It'll be ok.

Roxy: Well, I won't mention that you have the hots for her.

Michael: Ok.  Maybe I have the hots -- for Marcie.  You happy?

Roxy: You hungry?

Michael: Hungry?  What are you talking about?  We just ate a half a box of cookies.

Roxy: I know, but we need complex carbs.  Real beer and stuff like that, you know, real food?  Come on.

Michael: All right.  Ok.

Roxy: Help me.

Michael: I'll take these.

Roxy: Ok.

Michael: These are good.

Roxy: Hey, hey, hey!  You'll spoil your appetite.

Michael: What are you doing?  Give that back.

Roxy: Oh, no.

Marcie: Is the lobby crooked?

Hugh: In what sense?

Marcie: Like it's all mixed up.  Oh.

Hugh: Need a garbage can, Marcie?

Marcie: No.

Hugh: You sure?

Marcie: I'm staying here with my brother.  My brother Ron.  His name is Ron.

Hugh: You told me.

Marcie: Really?  Well, I have a big mouth.  You know, actually, it's kind of average sized, but I like to talk.

Hugh: You're enthusiastic.

Marcie: Uh-huh.  You know, you're kind of cute, yoo-hoo.

Hugh: Why don't you get upstairs and get some sleep?

Marcie: Sleep?  Sleep sounds good.  I'll get some sleep, I'll get some sleep.  Oh.  Oh.

Hugh: Ok.

Marcie: Oh.  Oh!  Uh-oh.  Yoo-hoo!  Yoo-hoo!  Come on.  Whoo, major color!

Hugh: I'm going to help you.  Here we go.

Marcie: Yoo-hoo!  Yoo-hoo!

Hugh: Come on, Marcie, let me help you.

Marcie: Yoo-hoo.  Yoo-hoo.

Hugh: Marcie?

Marcie: Yeah.

Hugh: You got to let me take you upstairs to bed.

Michael: Marcie?  What are you doing?  And -- and who's that?

***

Marcie: Michael!  He totally dumped me.  That's my ex-boyfriend.  He totally dumped me.

Michael: Marcie?

Marcie: What?

Michael: What are you doing?  And who is this guy?

Marcie: He's Hugh.  I mean he's not you.  He's Hugh!  That's Michael.  He totally dumped me.

Hugh: Totally dumped you, yeah, I know.

Michael: Well, actually, Hugh, <arcie dumped me -- not that that's any of your business.

Marcie: Oh, no, no, no.  Don't you start in with your revisionist -- revis-- history.  Don't change history.

Michael: I think I know the facts.

Marcie: Oh, really?  Well, do you remember the police station?  You know, where your new girlfriend works?  The one who took my job?  Do you remember that?

Michael: Natalie is not my new -- you know something?  I don't know why I'm arguing with you about this.  What is wrong with you?  I'm very, very concerned.

Marcie: Oh, really?  What for, Michael?  What for?

Michael: Because you're drunk.

Marcie: I'm tipsy!

Hugh: Tell that to my shoes.

Marcie: I'm tipsy!

Michael: You're trying to take advantage of her.

[Marcie gasps]

Marcie: Really?  You are?

Hugh: You got it all wrong.  I saw her at Ultra Violet and --

Marcie: He's putting me to bed!

Michael: No, no.  Excuse me, but if anybody is taking you to bed, Marcie, it will be me.

Marcie: No!  No, Michael!  You don't get to take me to bed anymore because I'm not your girlfriend anymore!  Remember that, Michael?  You remember that?

Michael: You don't even know this guy.

Marcie: I think I know him!  I threw up on his shoes!

Roxy: She threw up on your shoes?  That's disgusting.  In my nice clean lobby.

Hugh: Hugh Hughes, Assistant District attorney, Llantano County.

Roxy: Your parents named you Hugh Hughes?  Is that some kind of joke?

Michael: Roxy --

Roxy: I don't know, man, sounds fishy to me.

Hugh: If I'd made up a name, I would have given myself a better one.

Marcie: Come on, Hugh.  Take me to bed.

***

Michael: If he's not down here in five minutes, I'm telling you, Roxy, I'm going up there.

Roxy: She puked on his shoes.  I mean, if that's what turns him on --

Michael: Rox, you're not helping.

Roxy: Hey, come on.  He seems real sincere about wanting to put her to bed.

Michael: Yeah, well, I'm telling you, for his sake, that better be all he's doing.

***

Marcie: Read me a story, Hugsy.  Anything.  Anything but "The Killing Club."  I don't want to hear that again.

[Phone rings]

Hugh: You want me to get it?

[Answering machine beeps]

John: Marcie, it's John.  If you're there, pick up.  I need to talk to you.  It's important.

Hugh: Hello?

John: Who is this?

Hugh: Hugh Hughes from the D.A.'s office.  Lieutenant Mc Bain, right?

John: Why are you answering Marcie's phone, Hugh Hughes?

Hugh: I gave her a lift home from Ultra Violet.

John: All right, well, look, I need to talk to her right now.

Hugh: She's pretty drunk, lieutenant.  I don't think you're going to get anything coherent out of her tonight.  It'll have to wait till tomorrow.

John: All right, have her call me first thing.

Hugh: You got it.

***

Evangeline: What's going on now?

John: Apparently, Marcie's too drunk to talk.

[Knock on door]

John: Yeah.

Ofc.  Brewer: Here are the results of the D.N.A. test.  The red hair definitely came from Natalie Vega.

July 21, 2005

[Alarm buzzes]

Marcie: What?  Oh, God.  Oh -- ow.  Oh.

Marcie: Oh, God, everything hurts.

[Answering machine beeps]

John's voice: Marcie, it's John.  If you're there, pick up.  I need to talk to you.  It's important.

[Answering machine beeps]

John's voice: It's John again, Marcie.  If you're there, pick up.  It's very important.

Marcie: "Marcie, hope you're feeling better.  Call John Mc Bain.  And don't worry about the shoes.  Hugh."  Ugh.  Oh.  What shoes?  Who's Hugh?

***

Hugh: John Mc Bain?

John: You looking for me?

Hugh: Yeah.  I got a postponement in the Warner trial, so you won't have to testify.

John: Oh, good deal.

Hugh: I figured you had enough on your plate with the killing club case.

John: I appreciate it, Hugh.

Hugh: Anytime.  Counselor.

Evangeline: Ok, that's a solid seven on the embarrassment scale.  Why didn't you wake me up?

John: You looked so peaceful.  I was working here all night, so -- how you doing?

Evangeline: Other than feeling like a pretzel, fine.  Thank you.  I slept well.  I guess I felt safe here.  I just tracked down Layla.  She and Antonio are on their way to Capricorn, so she'll be ok there.

John: Oh.

Evangeline: I guess I better get home.  Excuse me.

John: I don't want you to going back there.

Evangeline: I wouldn't feel more protected in a hotel, John.

John: Then stay with me.

***

Hayes: As vice president of the killing club, I hereby call this meeting to order.  On the agenda today, unfinished business. Item one -- Natalie Vega

***

Rex: Natalie Vega, or she could have been admitted under a different name.  She's in her 20s, red hair, very -- very pretty.  Look, she's my sister and I'm try-- ok.  Yeah, I understand.  Thanks.

Michael: No word on Natalie yet?

Rex: I've been calling hospitals all over the state, seeing if maybe -- there's no luck so far.  So isn't there some doctor thing you should be doing?

Michael: Actually, you're lucky one of those doctor things isn't treating Marcie for alcohol poisoning. How could you let her get so drunk?  That's not cool.

Rex: Me?  What am I, her mother?

Michael: No, you're a nightclub owner, Rex.  You should know better.

Rex: Ok, as far as I know, she only had a couple of drinks.  So I'm guessing she can't hold her liquor.  Besides, she had her own good Samaritan looking after her.

***

Hugh: Morning, Marcie.

Marcie: I'm sorry, do I know you?

Hugh: "Ha-yoo"?  "You-hoo?"

Marcie: Huh?

Hugh: I'm Hugh.  It's Hugh, from last night.

Marcie: Oh.  Hugh, from the note.  The guy who left me the note.

Hugh: Mm-hmm.

Marcie: "Call John."

Hugh: Yeah, and you obviously did.

Marcie: Yeah.  And there was something else about shoes.

Hugh: Yeah, I had to say adios to those shoes, but don't worry about it.  I'm just glad to see you're ok.  Hey, maybe we'll run into each other again sometime.

***

Evangeline: My sister is staying with me.

John: For the time being, maybe Layla should go home.  The killer has been to your office.  He's been to your apartment.

Evangeline: I can't stay with you, John.

John: It is the best way to protect you.

Evangeline: I can't.  And you can't stop bad things from happening to the people you care about.  I know that's what's driving you crazy.  Look, I'm taking every precaution.  I'm being very, very careful, ok?  And thanks for the offer.  I know it wasn't easy to make.

Marcie: Am I interrupting?

Evangeline: No.  I was just leaving.

John: I'm going to check in with you later.  Ok?

Evangeline: Ok.

Marcie: Bye.

John: So, I met with your old high school buddy Scott Randall, or, should I say, Father Scott Randall.

Marcie: About the character in my book?

John: Ahem.  He has alibis for all three murders.

Marcie: So do we scratch him off the list?

John: Well, I'm not eliminating him completely, but the chance of him committing these murders are pretty slim.

Marcie: Father Scott.

John: Yeah, and with that, it pretty much eliminates all the members of your original killing club.

Marcie: In my yearbook?

John: Mm-hmm.  Now, you kept track of a journal for the losers list, right?  Something like that.

Marcie: Yeah.

John: These were people, they were too violent or they were people that were blurring the line between reality and fantasy.

Marcie: Yeah.

John: Marcie, I want you to go through that, and I want you take a really good look and show us the face of our killer.

Marcie: Ok.

John: Run a background check on the two people marked in red.  It's a priority.

Ofc.  Hicks: Right away.

John: Thanks, Hicks.

Marcie: You know, John, I don't know about those kids.  I mean, they were weird, but the first one tried to get into the club on a dare, and the second one was new at school.  You know, the minute he felt accepted by the popular kids, he forgot all about the killing club.

John: Ok.  Marcie, can you think of anyone else that fits the profile I mean, this is somebody that maybe, I don't know, abused animals, started fires, things like that.

Marcie: Well, you know, there was this one kid.  It was a boy.  He transferred out, though.

John: Was he in the yearbook?

Marcie: No, but we took biology together.  You're going to think I'm crazy, but it was really weird the way he dissected frogs.

John: The way he dissected frogs?

Marcie: Yeah, I know.

John: Well, it's something.  All right, what was his name?

Marcie: You know, I can't remember.  They moved away before the end of the semester.  His parents moved away, and -- but he was in the audio-visual club.  He could be in the A.V. picture from the year before.

John: The year before?

Marcie: I don't know.

John: It's Mc Bain.  Yeah, you know the yearbook you got for me?  Yeah.  Look, do me a favor.  See if you can get the one from the year before.  Yeah, I know, just do it.  Thank you.  All right, so tell me what you can about this guy.

Marcie: You know, John, I'm not really doing too well right now.  My tongue's all fuzzy, my head is killing me.

John: All right, all right.  This sometimes helps me.  That's seriously leaded.

Marcie: Thanks.

John: Yeah, I was a little worried about you last night.  You know, you didn't return any of my calls and -- well, then I talked to Michael and he said he'd seen you.

Marcie: He did?

John: Yeah, he told me you had gone home, but -- what were his exact words?  That you were schnockered out of your mind.

***

Michael: A good Samaritan?  Come on, Rex, this guy doesn't even know her, so instead of calling one of her friends --

Rex: Dude, dude, he was just being nice.

Michael: Yeah, I'm sure he wanted to be real -- hey.  Excuse me.  I'm really sorry. I just -- I should really apologize for the way I came on the other night.  It was a little strong, and I should also thank you for taking care of Marcie.

Hugh: Hey, no problem.  Marcie was just having a rough night.

Michael: Yeah, well, you know, sometimes --

Hugh: Excuse me.

[Pager beeps]

Michael: Damn it.

Hugh: Hey, Nora.

Nora: Hi.  Sit down.

***

John: A.V. club.  There's only one picture, and the image is pretty small, but tell me if you can see the guy you're talking about.

Marcie: Yeah.  Yeah, that's him, third from the left.

John: Third from the left.

Marcie: Mm-hmm.

John: Ivan Potter?

Marcie: Yeah, that's it.  Ivan.  He mostly kept to himself, but he was really weird.  There was something creepy about him, definitely.

John: All right, well, never trust a guy named Ivan.  That's what I always say.  It's the first rule of police work, Marcie.  Hicks, do me a favor.  I need a photo enhancement.  See if you can get me a close up of this guy right here, the third guy on the left.

Ofc.  Hicks: You got him.

John: Thanks.  Mind if I use this?

Ofc.  Hicks: No, go ahead.

John: All right.  Ivan Potter, let's see what you've been doing since high school.

***

Hayes: Natalie Vega's fate has been decided.  She will be the means to our final triumph, and then she will die.  Meeting adjourned.  Keep a close eye on her.  She's still got a lot of fight left in her.  I'll take care of that other unfinished business.  A speed bump.

***

Marcie: Oh.

John: Yeah.  Do you remember why Potter might've moved away, Marcie?

Marcie: You know, I think I remember hearing something about him getting into trouble with the law.

John: Ok.  Well, he didn't have any priors.  If they were juvenile offenses, they may have been sealed.  Hey --

Marcie: Yeah?

John: Why don't you get out of here.  Go get something to eat.  Maybe that'll help.

Marcie: I think I will.

John: I'll call you if I come up with anything.

Marcie: Ok.

John: Marcie?

Marcie: Yeah, John?

John: Thanks for the help.  And, you know, I don't know what it is, but I have this feeling -- maybe this time we're really onto something.

Marcie: I hope so.  I really do.

John: Ivan Potter.

***

Hugh: Have you tried tomato juice and white bread?

Marcie: A hangover remedy, I assume?

Hugh: The only one that's ever worked for me.

Marcie: Well, I figured out that I drank way too much for my own good last night.  But I still haven't figured out how your  shoes fit into the equation.

Hugh: Well, nutshell version -- you got smashed, I escorted you home.

Marcie: And that's it, right?

Hugh: All she wrote.

Marcie: You know, the only thing I really pretty much remember about the evening is being with my agent, and then being with these other mystery writers, and they were really condescending and really rude to me.  And then this really cute guy -- oh, you.  You were the guy who came to my defense.

Hugh: Yeah, I -- I deflated a couple of outsized egos.  It was very satisfying.

Marcie: I still really don't get the shoes.  I mean -- oh, I -- I threw up on your shoes.  I was really nauseous and dizzy, and I'm so sorry.  I --

Hugh: No, no, no, it's ok.  Forget about it.

Marcie: No.

Hugh: It's no big deal.  Forget it.

Marcie: No, no, I can't forget about it.  I will not and cannot forget about it.

Hugh: Marcie -- Marcie, really, it's --

Marcie: No.

***

Michael: Uh, do you have a minute?

Spencer: Not really.

Michael: Well, in that case, I'll make this really quick.  The other day I asked if, you know, I could assist you some time in your work, you know, during a procedure --

Spencer: Did you?

Michael: Yeah.  Yeah, you kind of said, "whatever."  But I was thinking now that Dr. Conroy's been reassigned --

Spencer: I'll have to get back to you on that, doctor.

Michael: Oh.  Mc Bain.  Dr. Mc Bain.

Spencer: You know, come to think of it, I am going to have to find a replacement for Dr. Conroy.  Why don't you come into my office?  We'll talk.

Michael: Yeah, great.  That'd be great.

Michael: I haven't decided what I want to specialize in yet, but I have done a little forensics for my brother.  I definitely enjoyed it.

Spencer: Your brother?

Michael: Yeah, he's a cop.  Lieutenant John Mc Bain, with the Llanview P.D.

Spencer: I see.  Well, Dr. Mc Bain, this might work out very well for the both of us.  You can be expecting a call from me soon.

Michael: Oh, thank you, thank you so much.  Listen, I -- I can't tell you what an honor it is to get an opportunity to work with you.  And I promise, you won't be disappointed.

Spencer: I'm sure I won't be

***

John: So, what about those documents?

Nora: Anything and everything you want to know about Ivan Potter -- they're yours.

John: Yeah?  Well, I thought that might have taken a few weeks.

Nora: Well, a three-minute call to the judge.  Apparently, the D.A. in Ridgeview, New Jersey -- he's going to get the records together for you and send them out.

John: Good.

Nora: Ok.

John: I'm interested in the juvenile records.  Maybe they have some prints.

Nora: Well, good luck.  I'm off.  Anything else you need, let me know.

John: Thanks again, Nora.

Nora: Mm-hmm.

John: What have you got, hicks?

Ofc.  Hicks: Last known address for Ivan Potter.

John: "Garvey Clinic, Baltimore"?  Checked in the year after he graduated high school. Good work.

Ofc.  Hicks: There's no record of him after that.

John: Ok.  No record after that -- let me see here.  We got -- the place -- the "Garvey Clinic."  "The Garvey -- The Garvey Clinic in Baltimore is a center for plastic and reconstructive surgery."

Marcie: Mr. Hughes?  Hi.

Hugh: You're back.

Marcie: Yeah, well, I -- I got you something.  I hope they fit.  If not, you can exchange them, or if you don't like them, you can always bring them back.

Hugh: Marcie, you shouldn't have.

Marcie: Yes, I should have, and I did.

Hugh: Well, now I feel like I have to do something for you.  Maybe dinner sometime?

Marcie: Oh.  Yeah, but, you know, then I'm going to want to pay you back, and then you're going to want to pay me back, and then I'm going to want pay you back, and --

Hugh: All right, all right, ok.  Well, thanks for the shoes, then, and I'll see you around.

Marcie: Sure.

Hayes and Marcie: Oh --

Hayes: Marcie.

Marcie: Hayes.

Hayes: Look, hey, hey, I'm really glad I ran into you.  I hope there aren't any hard feelings from what happened the other night with the writers.

Marcie: Actually, I really don't remember much from the evening, except that your other clients weren't very nice to me.  I mean, all I really wanted to know was get an idea from them about the killing club, but I guess none of that matters now.

Hayes: Oh?  Why not?

Marcie: Oh, you know, I -- I really shouldn't even be talking.  John didn't really come right out and say it, but he knows who the murderer is.

Hayes: Oh?  Really?

July 22, 2005

John: I need this imaging software up and running, Hicks.  Why is it offline?

Ofc.  Hicks: Glitch in the system.  I.T.'s working on a patch to fix it right now.

John: Go light a fire under them.  We're wasting time.

Bo: Hey.  What do you got?

John: Maybe a real lead, Bo. We could be looking at the face of the killing club killer within the hour.

***

Hayes: So, Mc Bain knows who the killer is, huh?

Hayes: You know, if that's the case, mMarcie, we have a very big problem.

***

Bo: This the guy?

John: That's who he used to be.

Bo: Why do we like him for this?

John: Apparently, even the nuts in the killing club were creeped out by Potter, since the journal, the book, and Marcie's background all point to someone from her past.

Bo: Yeah, it sounds thin.

John: Yeah, that's what I thought, too, until I ran this guy's sheet.  He's off the grid, Bo.  A real freak.  He's been M.I.A. since high school.

Bo: But no death certificate?

John: No.  No one has seen Ivan Potter since the Garvey Clinic outside Baltimore.

Bo: Why do I know that name?

John: I don't know, but they do this sort of reconstructive surgery for an exclusive clientele.

Bo: So this guy changes his name and his face and disappears.

John: Or it could be he's been under our noses this whole time, one of these guys that gets off on thinking he's so much smarter than the cops.

Bo: So you think this guy could be part of Marcie's life right now, but she doesn't recognize him?

John: Maybe he knew one of the vics, someone in the department.  Bo, we could have looked this guy right in the face and never even known it.

***

Marcie: What problem do we have, Hayes?

Hayes: Well, you can put it together, can't you, Marcie?

Marcie: Huh.  Oh, right.  My book sales, they'll drop if they catch this maniac.  Do you think I care?  Unlike you, Hayes, I am actually happy that John is closing in on the killer.

Hayes: Yeah, why -- ahem, why do you keep referring to him as the killer if Mc Bain already knows who it is?

Rex: Wait a minute.  They found out who the killer is?

Marcie: I should not even be talking about any of this.

Rex: Hey, if you heard something about Natalie, I want to know about it.

Hayes: Yeah, and I'd like to know if I have to hire another bodyguard.

Marcie: You two are the last people on earth I should be talking about any of this to you.  You only care about how many books you aren't going to sell, and you only want to play hero.

Rex: I want to keep my sister from getting killed by the nut job that you set off.

Marcie: Me?  Your little prank with that stupid note is the only reason that Natalie was kidnapped in the first place.

Rex: Ok, listen, sweet cheeks, I'm not the one who wrote the textbook on murder.

Marcie: That's not what it is, and you know it.

Rex: What are you going to call the sequel?  "How to kill friends and influence psychos"?

Hayes: Yeah, I didn't realize that you guys harbored such a hatred for one another.

Rex: Yeah, well, it's on now!

***

Marcie: For once in your life, Rex, could you just stop acting like an idiot?  Please.

Rex: You're the one who came up with this idea, a killing club.

Marcie: That is unfair, Rex.  I should not be held responsible for what some crazy man is doing.

Rex: Tell that to my sister!  Everyone in town knows this guy's copying off your sick little high school fantasy.

Marcie: Oh, really?  What was your high school fantasy, Rex?  Graduating?

Rex: I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed --

Marcie: You said it, not me.

Rex: But at least I'm not taking blood money like you and your bottom-feeding agent.  If this lunatic dusts my sister, it's all on you, Marcie.

Marcie: Rex, do not walk away from me.  I am still talking to you.

Rex: I can walk away from you.  Ah, keep talking.

Hayes: It's me.  Yeah, I know what our next move's going to be.  It's a perfect test for Marcie.  It fell into my lap.  I didn't think Marcie hated anyone enough to make this pass, but --

Marcie: Calm down.

Rex: How about if I read a book about how to kill Marcie?

Hayes: Obviously, I was wrong.

***

Rex: If you really cared, you'd be at the police station right now helping Bo and Mc Bain catch this guy.

Marcie: Rex, I would --

Hayes: You know, I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town blaming Marcie.  The only thing Marcie did was write a best-selling mystery novel.  If the keystone cops around here would spend less time harassing me, maybe they'd find the killer.

Marcie: Shut up, shut up, shut up!  Please, shut up, both of you.  This -- it's not about you, and I can handle Rex.  The last thing I need to hear from you right now is complaints about the police department.  They are working night and day to capture this maniac who kidnapped Natalie, ok?

Rex: So step off.  If we need someone to whine and suck the life out of the room, we'll call you.  You make me sick.

Hayes: You know, the last time somebody said something like that to me, they wound up dead.

Singer: Oh, the price you pay

***

Rex: Oh, is that some kind of threat?

Hayes: Not directly.  It was a joke.  Is it my fault if this guy doesn't appreciate Gallows humor?

Marcie: You know, I used to think I hated you.  Now I just feel sorry for you.  You are the most pathetic human being I have ever met.

Hayes: Funny.  I thought you were putting this Neanderthal at the top of your hit list.

Rex: I've been looking to take out my frustration on someone for a while now.

Hayes: Touch me again, you'll be in jail by dinner.

Rex: Oh, it'll be worth it.

Hayes: I'm going.  You know, Marcie, I -- I know you think I only care about book sales and profits, but I also care about friends.  All I ever wanted was for you to be my friend.  That's all I ever wanted, so, please -- please, don't ever forget that.

Marcie: Ok.  Was that me, or was that just a little weird?

Rex: Yeah, the dude's an agent.  He has 10% of a life!  I mean, you and Hayes Barber make a hell of a team.

Marcie: What did you just say to me?

Rex: Hayes scrapes his off the top while you pull down the big bucks.  You know, you and him probably sit at home begging for Natalie to turn up dead all so you can sell a few more books.  Ugh.  All my life, people have called me a low-life bottom feeder, but I've got nothing on you.

Marcie: You have no idea what this is doing to me, Rex.

Rex: No.  But I've got a real good idea what it's doing to Natalie.

***

Woman: He's a keeper, baby.  Hold on to that one.

Marcie: Rex, if you're here to pound on me some more, I really --

Rex: I shouldn't have run my mouth like that.  You just came up with the killing club idea.  You just wrote a book about it.  You didn't have anything to do with Natty getting snatched up.

Marcie: Thanks.  Thanks for saying that.

Rex: It's just been a tough couple of months, you know?

Marcie: I know.

Rex: Jen and now what's happening to Natalie.  I -- I know I'm freaking out.

Marcie: You're scared.

Rex: I want her back.  I want -- I just want this to be over, you know?

Marcie: Yeah.  I'm scared, too, Rex.  I'm scared, too.

***

Rex: Dude, what are you doing hanging around?  Marcie doesn't want to see you any more than she wants to see me.

Hayes: Well, actually, I was waiting for you, Rex.

Rex: You're a freak.

Hayes: What was that?  What'd you say, Rex?  I didn't quite hear you.  Want to repeat it?  Huh?  I thought you might like to see what happened to big sis, huh?  Rex.

Rex: Ugh!

Hayes: Time to die, Rex.

July 25, 2005

Spencer: He's a male, 47, drove his motorcycle off Llantano Mountain. E.M.T.s found him in full traumatic arrest, and this was after a big time night of partying.

Michael: Yeah, I -- I know the case.  He doesn't stand much of a chance, does he?

Spencer: Dr. Moran seems to think he can save the guy.

Michael: Dr. Moran thinks he's God.

Spencer: Don't we all.  Listen, I have got a fascination with neurosurgery.  I'm going to observe on this one.  Care to join me?

Michael: Sure.  Yes.  I mean, if it's -- it's ok with everybody.

Spencer: I'll make sure it is.

Michael: You have to excuse me.  It's just you've barely noticed me the whole time you've been here.  Now you want me to work with you.  What's different?

***

John: I know it's a face I've seen before.

Bo: Ivan Potter could still be anyone, John.

John: No, it's right there.  Who are you?

Bo: Why don't you take a 10-minute break?

John: If we don't find who this guy is, Bo, Natalie's dead.

Bo: Natalie's my niece.  I want to find her as badly as anybody, but staring at the screen the way it is right now -- it's not going to make it happen.

John: What am I supposed to do, huh?  You want me to just walk away?

Bo: No.  Don't walk away.  Take a break.  Then you come back with a fresh set of eyes.

John: Ah --

Bo: It's not a request, John.

***

Hugh: Hey.

Marcie: Hey.  We seem to keep running into each other.

Hugh: Yeah, um --

Marcie: Oh, no, that -- that's just a club soda, I promise.

Hugh: Ok.  Oh, hey, I'm wearing the new shoes that you got me.

Marcie: Oh, wow.  They look great.  I hope they're ok.

Hugh: You kidding?  They're better than the other ones.  They're more comfortable, definitely cooler.  You can hurl on any of my shoes anytime you want.  A smile -- that's good.

Marcie: You know, I think I'm -- I think I'm going to get going.

Hugh: Wait, what's wrong?  Is it -- is it me, or is it the hangover, or --

Marcie: No, no, it's not you, it's neither.  You know, you really don't know me.  You don't want to hear any of my problems.

Hugh: Well, just tell me.  Come on.

Marcie: Ok.  Uh -- well, it's this guy that I know. Is name is Rex Balsom.  Most of the time we can't stand each other, but, I don't know, we seem to care about the same people.

***

Hayes: Hey, time to die, Rex. 

Hayes: Yeah.  Mission accomplished.  Now get over here and help me with him.  Now it's your turn, Marcie.

***

Spencer: No, it's not that I haven't noticed you, Dr. Mc Bain.  I just can't very well have it look like I'm playing favorites, now, can I?  I mean, our work does come first and foremost.

Michael: Oh, absolutely, it certainly does, and I didn't mean to sound --

Spencer: Don't give it a second thought.

Lindsay: Michael?  Hi.  Have you seen my friend Candace Johnson?

Michael: Candace Johnson --

Lindsay: She checked in last night.  She needs a liver transplant.

Michael: Candace Johnson.

Lindsay: I got a call from her son, and she's taken a turn for the worse.  They don't think that she's going to make it through the day if they don't find a perfect match.

Spencer: Excuse me.  Mrs. Rappaport, Spencer Truman.  I met you at the benefit at the gallery?

Lindsay: Oh -- yes, Dr. Truman.  It's nice to see you again.

Spencer: How are you doing?

Lindsay: Me?  I'm managing, but my friend isn't doing so well, and -- look, she's not only a great artist, but she's --

Spencer: No, I understand.

Lindsay: She's a mother.

Spencer: I do know the case, and we will find a match, don't worry.

Lindsay: But all the doctors said that --

Spencer: I'm not the other doctors.  Believe me, we will get her a new liver.

Lindsay: Thank you.

Spencer: You're welcome.  I'll see you in the O.R.?

Michael: Yes, doctor.  You're very lucky.  You know, I just read in a journal that Dr. Truman came up with a new technique for liver transplants.

Lindsay: Well, do you think that he's going to really be able to find a match?

Michael: Dr. Truman can do anything he sets his mind to.

***

Hugh: Do you care about him?

Marcie: Oh.  Um, I don't know.  I -- I guess I'm just worried about him.

Hugh: I mean, I know about Rex from the D.A.'s office.

Marcie: Oh, right.

Hugh: Around the station, I've heard about him.  He's a real piece of work.

Marcie: Yeah.  Yeah, he can be a jerk sometimes.  He's constantly causing problems, always making people angry and mad.

Hugh: Is that what he did to you?

Marcie: No, we just -- we both said things that we shouldn't have said, and then he apologized, and then I --

Hugh: What?

Marcie: I think he's a little lost.  See, my best friend, Jen -- you know, Jen Rappaport?  Well, she was the love of his life, and now his sister, Natalie, is missing and --

Hugh: So call him.  And then have a bite with me.

Marcie: I don't get you.  You had this gorgeous model on your arm last night at Ultra Violet.  You ditched her.  You completely ditched her to come to my rescue, and then I made an idiot out of myself.  I threw up on your shoes.  I don't -- why -- why are you being so nice to me?

***

Officer: Here are the juvenile records you requested from Ivan Potter?

John: Thanks.  It's all here, Bo.  Started a couple fires, killed a neighbor's cat.

Bo: Right out of a textbook.

John: Hmm.  All right, let's see if this program finally has something for us.  It's our best shot to get an after-photo of Potter.  Well, this says they went out of their way to cover their tracks.

Bo: That means he's been laying the groundwork ever since.

John: I knew it.

Bo: What is it?

John: Look who it is

***

[Monitor beeps]

Doctor: Dr. Truman.

Spencer: You mind if we observe?

Doctor: No.  No, not at all.  Damn.  Suction.

Spencer: Is there a problem?

Doctor: Clamp.  Hemo stat.  More suction.

Second doctor: B.P. is down 80/40.

Spencer: He's hemorrhaging.

Doctor: This is arterial.  Uh, get another unit of blood.  We need to keep his pressure up.

Spencer: Runs of v-tach.

Doctor: I'm in charge here.  This is my patient.  Everything's covered.

[Monitor flatlines]

Second doctor: Amp of EPI going in!

First doctor: No pulse.  Start C.P.R.

Second doctor: Another EPI.

Michael: Shouldn't we do something?

Spencer: You heard the doctor.  It's his patient.  I can't do anything.  I don't think anyone could at this point.

***

Hugh: Since when is asking someone to lunch suspicious?

Marcie: It's not, I guess.  I'm sorry, I just -- I think I'm a little suspicious of everything these days.

Hugh: Not without reason, but, trust me, it's just lunch.

Marcie: All right.  I'll call Rex if you get us a table.

Hugh: Deal.

Hayes: Hey, Marcie.  I'm glad you're still here.  I need to get you to sign those release forms for the Poirot prize?  They're due into the selection committee by tomorrow.

Marcie: Yeah, I don't care about that.

Hayes: Marcie, you have to care.  This could make or break your career.

Marcie: Look, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to have lunch with Mr. Hughes.

Hayes: No, Marcie, wait. I'm sorry about what happened with the other nominees last night.  I'm glad that your friend here bailed you out the way he did.

Hugh: Like I'm about to do right now.

Hayes: Yeah, but, Marcie, are you going to let those other writers rip on you the way they did?  You can beat them.  You're -- you're just as good as they are, I know you are.  You're better.

Marcie: It doesn't matter to me.  I don't want to have anything to do with it anymore.  Thank you.

***

Bo: Hayes Barber.

John: Thanks.  Forensics just matched Barber's prints to Ivan Potter's.  We finally got him.

Bo: Now, hold it, John.

John: What?

Bo: No, we got to do this right.  The mayor is on us already.  You know, we got -- we can't screw up.

John: We got evidence, Bo.

Bo: We don't have anything yet.  All we know for sure is that Barber changed his face, he had a beef with Marcie in high school.  It doesn't mean he murdered anybody.

John: What do you want to do?  You want to get a search warrant and go through his room again?

Bo: No, forget the warrant.  Barber's lawyer took care of that.  No judge will touch it.

John: Well, then what?

Bo: My stepmother owns the Palace Hotel.  Now, I don't think she would really mind if some of our guys just had a look around unofficially.

John: Ok.  I'm going after Barber.  Say whatever you need to  get him over there, but I'm getting Barber.  In the process, getting us closer to Natalie.

***

[Phone rings]

Hayes: Uh, Marcie?  Uh, you know, don't mess up this opportunity for yourself.  If you don't sign these papers, you're automatically disqualified from the competition.  You let those creeps from last night win.

Marcie: I don't even have the papers.  They're in my room.

Hugh: If this is really important, we can take a rain check on lunch.

Marcie: No.  No, but it's not.

Hugh: Are you sure?

Marcie: Well --

Hugh: I'd hate for my favorite author to miss out on something this big because of me.

Hayes: And think about all of your other fans.  I mean, maybe you don't care about this award, but they do.  Don't you think you owe them at least that much?

Marcie: Fine.  All right, fine, ok?  I will -- I really don't understand.  It's not going to matter.  It's not like I'm going to win it.

Hugh: You don't know unless you try.  So, a rain check, then?

Marcie: Yes.  Definitely.

Hayes: So I -- I am going to go with you so you don't change your mind.

Marcie: Ok.

Hayes: Just give me one second, actually.  I'm going to say hi to Ms. Williamson.  I met her at the woman of the year ceremony the other night.

Marcie: Ok.

Hayes: Just one.

Marcie: Fine.  I'll be here waiting for you.

Hayes: Uh, Ms. Williamson?  Hayes Barber, Marcie Walsh's agent.  I was at the ceremony the other night when you were kidnapped.

Evangeline: What about it?

Hayes: I just wanted to tell you how worried everyone was about you, particularly lieutenant Mc Bain.  It's a shame that he couldn't have prevented it from happening.  But I'm -- I'm glad that everything worked out for you, at least.

Evangeline: Thanks.

Layla: You had to be reminded?  What a creep.

Hayes: Ready to go?

Marcie: Yeah, sure.

***

[Monitor flatlines]

Doctor: Stop C.P.R. does he have a pulse?

Second doctor: No pulse.

First doctor: Time?

Nurse: Half-hour.

Doctor: Uh, continue C.P.R.

Spencer: Fractured skull, c-5 neck fracture?

Doctor: I need your assistance.  Let's try to pace him.

Michael: Excuse me, doctor.

Doctor: Up the milliamps.

Michael: Rate is at 60.

Doctor: Let me take over.  Come on.  I need some help.

Spencer: Let him go, doctor.  You've done everything you can.  Let him die a good death.

***

John: Ok, Barber's supposed to be on a plane to Chicago.  Let's get flight manifests from the Llanview International to Chicago O'Hare.

Bo: Barber leave town?

John: No, it could be he's trying to create a false alibi or maybe trying to throw us off the trail.  Anything come up on his room?

Bo: Brody called in.  They didn't find anything, but they're still looking.

John: All right, all right.  Well, I'm going to send some people over to his dry cleaner, all right?  Maybe there's something that hasn't been cleaned.  There might be something there that will lead us to Natalie.

Bo: Remember, though, he's got somebody helping him.  The evidence could point to the accomplice.

John: We get Barber, we get the accomplice.

Bo: If he's the killer.

John: I'd stake my career on it.  I'm going to put an A.P.B. on Barber.  I'm also going to call the Chicago police in case he is on that plane.  Then I'll try to get the judge to issue a warrant for arrest.

Bo: No, I'll do that, ok?  I'll talk to the mayor, too, make sure he stays out of our way.

John: Thanks, Bo.

Bo: Well, it's for Natalie.  I just hope it's not too late.

John: Yeah.

***

Hayes: You are not going to regret this, Marcie, but those other authors are.  Can you imagine the look on their faces when they see you win the Poirot prize?  They are going to be so sorry they didn't let you into their little clique.  Talk about sweet revenge.

Marcie: You know, I'm not into revenge, Hayes.

Hayes: You should be.

Marcie: Well, just because you are doesn't mean that I am, or anybody else is.

Hayes: What, is there something wrong with it?  Is something wrong with me?  Marcie, you know -- you know, you never really did like me, did you, Marcie, when I was dissecting frogs?

Marcie: What?  What are you talking about?

Hayes: You would never let me into the killing club, your killing club.  So if you want to talk about revenge, yeah, yeah, I'm into it -- enough for both of us.  Move it along.  Nothing to see.

Hayes: So why do you think I wanted to be your agent so desperately?  Because you wrote some fabulous book?  Because you're some hot, new writer?  Though, I have to say I did feel cheated that you left the fat freak out of your novel.  Although, why would that surprise me?  You left him out of everything else.

Marcie: Oh, my God.

Hayes: "Oh, my God, oh, my God."  Are you starting to remember, Marcie?  The geek in high school that you spent a year avoiding?  Pretending to be fascinated by something in your locker, hoping that that narrow door would hide you from me as I came tubbing down the hallway with my greasy hair and my pizza face, asking for your chair to be moved in science class so you didn't have to be my lab partner.  What was it about me that grossed you out?  Was it my experiments on animals?  Or was it just me?  Marcie, what was it exactly about me that wasn't good enough for your killing club?

Marcie: Ivan?

Hayes: Yeah, Ivan.  Ivan, Ivan Potter -- the fat, pathetic loser.  Well, it's payback time.

***

[Monitor flatlines]

Spencer: He had a "do not resuscitate" order in his wallet.  You're violating that.

Doctor: "D.N.R."  Does not always apply in a surgery.  I am not going to let this patient die.  Get out of my O.R.!

Spencer: I understand your need to try to save him, doctor.  You need to bring him back.  You care about your patients.  We all do.  But even if you could save him, he'd be so severely brain damaged.  He'd have no cognizance, no awareness -- nothing.  What kind of life would that be?  You've done everything you can, doctor.  We've all witnessed it.  Let him go.

Doctor: Time?

Nurse: 50 minutes.

Doctor: Mark it.  Time of death, 5:18.

[Monitor turns off]

Michael: You did the right thing.

Spencer: Yeah, well, it's never easy.           

***

Officer: Lieutenant, I checked every flight to Chicago.

John: And Barber’s not on any of them, right?  All right.  I just got off the phone with one of his bodyguards.  He told them he didn't need them anymore.  Now, my guess is he's still in town, he's about to make a move.  I need a cop on Evangeline Williamson.  Will you take care of it?  Thanks.

John: Evangeline?

Evangeline: John.  Hey.

John: You ok?  Everything all right?

Evangeline: Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm at Rodi's with my sister.

John: Is Hayes Barber there?

Evangeline: Why?

John: Just tell me, is he there?

Evangeline: Uh, not anymore.  He was here.  He left a while ago.

John: Alone?

Evangeline: No.  I think he was with Marcie.

***

Marcie: Where is Natalie, Ivan?

Hayes: That's right.  Ivan, Ivan, Ivan Potter.  "Ivan the terrible," you used to call me, you and your group of friends with the killing club -- the only club in school that accepted geeks and freaks and losers, except me.  Right, Marcie?  I was too big a loser, even for you.  Why?

Marcie: Because there was something wrong with you, Ivan, and I was right about you then, and I am right about you now.

Hayes: Well, except when you chose me to be your agent, right?  Then you were too blinded by ambition to see anything but what was in it for you.

Marcie: No.  No.

Hayes: Oh, yes, Marcie!  Bad choice of representation.  Of course, with you it's just been one bad choice after another, hasn't it?  Rejecting me in the first place when you were, what, prom queen?  Miss Popularity sitting at home on Saturday night plotting out the murders of all the cool kids, you and your sick little group of friends.

Marcie: We weren't sick, Ivan.  You are sick.

Hayes: Yeah, but you could've helped me.  Don't you see the difference it could've made if you cared?  If you tried to be my friend, if you accepted me?  But you couldn't even -- you couldn't even give me a crumb, could you?  Not till I changed the way I looked, not till I look like I do now, even though it almost killed me trying to get this way.

Marcie: That's why you kept picking away at my looks?  Just picking at me?  Why?  You -- you wanted me to turn into something that I'm not?  Making me fit into smaller clothes and -- and get plastic surgery?

Hayes: It doesn't feel good, does it?

Marcie: I -- I can't even believe that you've been planning all of this.

Hayes: And it took years to plan.  Let me tell you, Marcie, I wasn't sure how I was going to exact my revenge, but then I heard that you're writing this book.

Marcie: You were keeping tabs on me?

Hayes: So when I heard you finished, I got myself checked into the hospital, and your boyfriend, Dr. Michael Mc Bain, introduced us.  Then from there, everything just sort of fell into place -- Hudson Prescott, Julie Tanaka, that little waitress girl at the diner who I thought was Natalie Vega.

Marcie: Where is Natalie?

Hayes: You want to see her?

Marcie: Yes.

[Phone rings]

Hayes: Whoa, hey.  Answer it, Natalie dies.  Your choice, Marcie.

***

John: Marcie, it's John again.  Call me when you get this message.

Bo: You think Barber has Marcie?

John: Evangeline said she saw them together.  I'm not taking any chances.  Let's have backup 10-85 us at Marcie's.

[Cell phone beeps]

Hayes: Persistent, aren't they?  You're making the right choice.  You're learning.

Marcie: I can't -- I can't -- I still can't believe it.

Hayes: What?

Marcie: That you've been planning this ever since we were in high school.

Hayes: Oh, my formative years, Marcie.  Do you think that people like me are born this way?  That there's some evil gene lurking inside of us that suddenly pops out to create a monster?  The Ivan Potter’s of the world need to be nurtured, tended to like -- like a garden of poisonous flowers.  You know, childhood provides the seeds, and schooling provides the fertilizer, and then finally we bloom into an all-consuming vessel of rage that can only be calmed by inflicting as much pain as possible onto the people who made us this way -- and then a little bit extra for good measure.

Marcie: Ivan, I'm sorry.  I am.  I'm sorry for whatever I did to you in high school, but I was a pretty messed-up kid myself.

Hayes: Too late for that.

Marcie: No!  No, Ivan.  Ivan, it's never -- it's never too late.  What do you -- what do you want from me, Ivan?  What do you want?

Hayes: Now, that -- that is a very complicated question, Marcie, and we are running out of time.

Marcie: All right.  Then what do I need to do to save Natalie?

Hayes: Save Natalie?  Why -- why is that any concern of yours?  I gather that you don't even like Natalie, but Michael does, though.

Marcie: I don't see what that has to do with anything.

Hayes: Well, if it were me, Marcie, if I were the one being given an opportunity to eliminate a rival for my lover's affections, I wouldn't hesitate, not for one minute.

Marcie: Well, I'm not you.

Hayes: I know.  Marcie, I know you're not me, but let's move on to our other choice, shall we?  Do you stay here and, after I leave, call the cops and hope that they find me miraculously before Natalie dies, and who knows how many other people?

Marcie: Or what?

Hayes: Or do you come with me, without putting up a fight, without -- without trying to alert anyone?

Marcie: If I come with you, how am I going to know that Natalie's still alive?

Hayes: That's a chance you're going to have to take.

Marcie: How am I going to know that you're not going to kill me?  How am I going to know that you're not going to kill some of my other friends?  If I go with you, how is that going to stop any of these other killings?

Hayes: But, Marcie, you can't -- you can't know any of those things for sure.  That's part of the fun.  Ok, what you do know is that if you stay here, people will die.  And if you come with me, maybe they'll die, maybe they won't.  It's your choice, Marcie.  What's it going to be?

***

John: Marcie?  Marcie, you here? All clear.

Bo: No Marcie.

John: Or Barber.  If he was here, he's gone.

Bo: Let's hope he didn't take her.

John: Knock on doors, ask some questions, check the roof, then over to Rodi's.  I want everybody interviewed that might've seen Barber or Marcie there.

***

Hayes: Here we are, Marcie.

Marcie: Where are we?

Hayes: Oh, you'll find out soon enough.

Marcie: No, no, no, you don't have to keep doing this, you know.  We could -- we could get you help.  I can help you.

Hayes: Shh, Marcie.  There's no time for that now.  Ahem.  We're home.

Marcie: Is this -- is there where you got Natalie?

Hayes: Hello, everyone!  Look who finally decided to join us!  The killing club is finally complete.  My kids are great.

July 26, 2005

John: Michael's room is empty.  I called the hospital, but he's in surgery.  Did you find anything?

Bo: Well, I've got uniforms at the university, Hyperion offices -- anywhere Marcie might be, but there's no sign of her or Barber.  Which doesn't really make sense.  I mean, constantly for months, this guy's been with her.  So all of a sudden he decides to take her tonight?  Unless maybe he figured out that we're onto him.

John: He's definitely moved up his timetable.

***

Hayes: Here we are, Marcie.

Marcie: Where are we?

Hayes: Well, you'll find out soon enough.

Marcie: No, no, no, no -- you don't have to keep doing this, you know.  We could -- we could get you help.  I can help you.

Hayes: Shh. Marcie, there's no time for that now.  Ahem.  We're home.

Marcie: Is this -- is this where you got Natalie?

Hayes: Hello, everyone. Look who finally decided to join us.  The killing club is finally complete.

Marcie: Natalie?  Natalie, are you ok --

***

Hayes: Here are the newest members of our club, Marcie.  What do you think?  Much cooler than the originals, don't you agree?

Marcie: I -- I really don't understand.  Why do you care about a stupid club?  Hayes, look at you.  I mean, look at the way you dress.  Look at the job that you have.

Hayes: None of that matters.

Marcie: Of course it matters.

Hayes: No, it doesn't!  Marcie, I did everything I could to try to get on the inside.  I -- I changed my face, my body, my name.  And none of it made any difference.

Marcie: That's not true!  Hayes, look, you get to work with all these famous writers that you made famous.  You made it work!

Hayes: Look at me, Marcie!  I am still an outsider!  But then I found out that you're writing this book.  And I thought, "my God, this is the opportunity I've been waiting for, my chance."  So, I got myself checked in to Llanview hospital, and I made it a point to meet Dr. Michael Mc Bain.

Marcie: You set it up?

Hayes: I know.  And you were thrilled to have me as an agent.  Don't you remember?  I -- I gave you everything you needed to -- to lift you up out of the hell that we lived through when we were in high school.  And you -- you didn't appreciate it.  Not one bit.

Marcie: Oh, no, but I did.  Oh, Hayes, I -- really, I did appreciate it.

Hayes: Marcie, you tried to fire me.  You dismissed me out of hand, like some office boy.  And then, after everything that I had done for you, your pals at the love crew treated me like I was nothing.  Full-riders like -- like Nick Messina and Rex Balsom.  But I tell you what, Marcie.  They've got nothing but time for me now.

Marcie: Why?  Hayes, what did you do to Nick and Rex?

Hayes: Marcie -- Marcie, you are an author.  You are supposed to be observant!  Huh.  Look.  Rex is no dummy.  Too bad I can't say the same about you.

***

John: We're going to check every theater, every auditorium in a 100-mile radius.  If you already checked it, check it again.

Bo: And consider Barber armed and dangerous.

Officer: Ok, commissioner.

Bo: All right.  Stay safe, gentlemen.  Thank you.

John: Good luck.

Bo: Come in.

Hugh: I got a message that you wanted to see me.  What can I do for you?

John: Were you at Rodi’s earlier with Hayes Barber and Marcie Walsh?

Hugh: Yeah.  Why, is something wrong?

Bo: How do you know Marcie?

Hugh: We just met at Ultra Violet.  She was really hammered,

I took her home.  That's when lieutenant Mc Bain called.

John: What about Barber?  How well do you know him?

Hugh: All I know is he's Marcie's agent.

John: Did you know he was a suspect in "The Killing Club" murders?

Hugh: I'd heard he'd been cleared.  If I thought the guy was a killer, why would I let Marcie go with him?

John: You tell me.

Hugh: I mean, you think I know something about this?

John: I don't know.  Do you?

***

Marcie: Is he --

Hayes: What, dead?  No.  Not yet.  Wake up, Rexie.  The lady of the hour is here.

Marcie: Hayes -- Hayes, you got to listen to me, ok?  Rex is not who you think he is.  He's not a full-rider like Nick Messina.  He's not.  He's just like you and me.

Hayes: He's like you and me?  Oh.  Did you hear that, Rexie?  I think she's crazier than I am.  Look at you, huh?  You are exactly the kind of guy that we hated in high school, didn't we, Marcie?  Yeah, you think you're so cool, don't you, Balsom?  Way too cool to be hanging out with a couple of losers like us.

Marcie: Ah!  Rex --Rex, are you ok?  Are you ok, Rex?

Rex: Yeah, I think so.

Marcie: Ok, come on.  Come on, we -- we got to get out of here, ok?  We got to get out of here.

Rex: No, I'm not leaving without Natalie.

Marcie: No.  We do not know that she's here.  So come on.  We got to go.

Rex: Then I'll tear this whole damn place apart!  I'm not losing my sister!

Marcie: Rex --

[Electrical charge]

Rex: Ugh!

Marcie: Rex!  Rex --

Hayes: You little bitch.  You're going to pay for that.

***

Hugh: You think I'm involved in the murders?  Where are you getting this?

Bo: An eyewitness saw you earlier at Rodi's with Marcie Walsh, Hayes Barber, and Rex Balsom.

Hugh: Yeah?  So what?

Bo: Have you seen Balsom since?

Hugh: No, I hardly even know the guy.

John: Did you see Marcie leave with Barber?

Hugh: Yeah.  She and I were going to have a bite to eat, but then he came by and he said he needed her to sign some forms for an award she's up for.  She said she didn't care, but then I told her to go for it.

John: Where were they headed when -- when the left?

Hugh: Um -- Marcie's place.  That's where the forms were.  Wait a minute.  If you think Hayes is your guy, why are you questioning me?

John: We believe Barber has an accomplice.

Hugh: I work in the D.A.'s office.

Bo: Yeah, but that's not exactly a ringing endorsement these days.

Hugh: Look, I obviously made a huge mistake encouraging Marcie to go with that guy, but that's all it was.  It was a mistake.  I don't know who Barber's working with.  It sure as hell isn't me.

***

Marcie: Ah!  Help me, please!  I'm sorry!  Please, Hayes, I'm sorry!

Hayes: "I'm sorry"?  Is that supposed to be enough?  Marcie, I -- I did all of this for you.  For you and me, after years of being tortured and ignored.  Finally, you and me -- we were going to get our revenge!  And after all that I've done, this is how you repay me?

Marcie: Please, Hayes, please --

Hayes: Shut up!  I would like to choke the life out of you right now.

[Marcie whimpers]

Hayes: That's not part of the plan.

Marcie: What are you going to do?

Hayes: No, Marcie, it's not what I'm going to do.  It's what you're going to do.  Ahem.

Marcie: No.  No!  Please!  Please, Hayes, Bo and John -- they're going to know.  They're going to know that I'm missing and they're going to come after you.

Hayes: Marcie, maybe they already do.  Oh, could that be them right now already?  Oh -- whatever will I do?

Marcie: Oh, God -- Nick.  Nick, please -- please, you got to call the police!  Nick, please, Hayes is the killer!  Nick, you got to call the police!

Nick: I know.  Seems to be a lot of that going around.

Marcie: What are -- what are you doing with a gun, Nick?  What are you doing with a gun?

Nick: Sorry, <arcie.

Marcie: No -- no, nick.

Hayes: Allow me to introduce you to "The Killing Club" killer, Marcie.  Or, I guess I should say, killers.  Move it along.  Nothing to see.

***

Hugh: All I know is that Marcie and Hayes were on their way, supposedly on their way back to the Angel Square Hotel.  I'm sorry, I --

Bo: All right.  Just give us a minute.

Bo: What do you think?

John: He's not our guy.

Bo: I don't think so, either.

John: Now we're right back to where we started.

Ron: Whoa.  You know, I just heard the cops have been crawling all over my place tonight.  Well, you guys want to tell me why?

***

Marcie: This can't be happening.  This can't be happening.

Nick: I'm sorry, Marcie.  I wish there was something I could've done to stop it, but --

Hayes: Oh, put a sock in it.  Make yourself useful -- go tie up Balsom again.

Marcie: Nick?  Nick, I don't understand.  I thought you loved Julie.  You helped me plan her service.  How could you do this?  Nick?

Nick: I don't have any choice, ok?

Hayes: Oh, quit whining.  I am the author of this story.  I'm the one who's going to tell it.  I think you all will find this fascinating.  It's the tale of a promising college football star who fell in love with a girl named Julie.  Well, like a lot of athletes, he couldn't get by on brains alone, but what he lacked in intellect, he more than made up for in passion for the woman he loved, until things went a little sour.  You see, she simply didn't return his passion.  What to do?  What to do?  But then he had the great fortune of being introduced to a friend's brilliant literary agent who came up with an amazing plan to get Julie back.  See, all he had to do was be her hero.  Shoot out her tires.  The car would lose control and he could run to her rescue.

Nick: Hey, it's crazy, ok?  I know that.  I hadn't read your book, I swear.  I had no idea he was going to copy the murders.

Hayes: Let me finish.  Well, when our friend realized that he had killed his own true love, he was already a member of the killing club, and he was, well, more than happy to help me with Natalie Vega and Evangeline Williamson.  Isn't that right, Nick?

Nick: He said he'd go to the police if I didn't go along with it.  He said he'd frame me for all of the murders.

Marcie: Wait, wait.  Just listen to me, ok?  He is manipulating you.  We can stop this.  We can stop this right now, please.

Nick: I can't, Marcie.

Marcie: No.  Nick, Nick, we're friends.  Ok, we can -- we can do this together.  Please.  Please, Nick.  Just trust me on this, please.

***

Hayes: Perfect -- an 11th-hour plea from our frightened author.  This thing's practically writing itself.

Nick: You don't understand, Marcie.  I'll spend the rest of my life in jail, maybe worse.

Marcie: But you think you're going to spend your life out of jail by helping this psycho?

Hayes: Whoa.  Who -- who are you calling psycho?

Nick: Leave her alone.

Hayes: No -- am I the psycho?  Because who was it that spent her entire high school career plotting people's murders, and then if that wasn't psycho enough, turned her deranged fantasies into her life's work?

Nick: Hey, he promised he'd get me a new name, a new face just like he did.  He said he'd help me start over.

Marcie: And you believed him?

Hayes: No, he knows he can trust me, Marcie.

Nick: I'm in too deep to turn back now, Marcie.  But, look, this is the end.  I promise, ok?  This is over.

Hayes: He's right.  Marcie, we are nearing the end.  We're entering the final chapter and, let me tell you, it's going to be a real page turner.

***

Ron: Wait, wait, wait.  This nut job has Marcie?

Bo: Every available cop is out there looking for her right now.

Ron: Well, she should've had protection!  You know, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't pulled the police that was watching her, right?

Bo: Probably not, but that order came from higher up.

Ron: Oh, well.  Well, tell the higher-ups when you see them they're doing such a great bang-up job here, commissioner!  Oh! Oh, my -- look, you'll just have to excuse me now because I'm going to go tell my father that a serial killer has his only daughter, ok?

John: We're running out of time, Bo.

Bo: But if barber thinks he's winning, he's going to get cocky and that's when he's going to make a mistake.

***

Officer: We checked every place on the list and then some.  We've got nothing.

John: Expand the search to all the warehouses in the area, any place that could be turned into a makeshift theater.

Officer: What about search warrants?

John: I don't care about warrants.  Do whatever you have to do.  Just find him.

Bo: If you have a problem, just call us, ok?  Call.  Look, John, I know where you're coming from but don't lose it now.  This isn't over yet.

***

Marcie: You're not going to get away with this.  It's only a matter of time.

Hayes: How many times do I have to tell you?  I'm the author, I'm the one telling the story.

Hayes: You know what to do.

Nick: That's it, right?  Then you help me get out of town?

Hayes: A deal's a deal.

Hayes: It's time, Marcie.

Marcie: Time for what?

Hayes: Your initiation into the new killing club.

July 27, 2005

Michael: You should have seen Dr. Truman in the O.R. nothing fazes the guy.  I'm telling you, he's amazing.

Nurse: I'm sure you gave him an incredible assist.

Michael: Ah, do you think I could get that one more time for the videotape, please?

[Phone rings]

Michael: Oh.  I got to take this.  Hi.  Dr. Michael Mc Bain here.

John: Mike, it's John.  Look, I got some bad news.  Marcie's missing.

Michael: What do you mean, Marcie's missing?

John: She left Rodi's with Hayes Barber and no one's seen her since.  Listen, Mike, we think Barber is "The Killing Club" killer.  Mike?  Mike, you there?

Michael: Rodi's.

***

Bo: The ladies found these outside of Rodi's.

Evangeline: It's exactly like the one the killer used to drug me.

Bo: We think that he may have grabbed a third person.

John: Who?

Adriana: Rex.  He has Rex.

***

Hayes: Now, everything is just so.  Marcie, are you ready for your initiation into the new killing club?

Marcie: What are you talking about?

Hayes: You know.  Don't you remember?  Back in high school?  What was it that a pledge had to do to become a member of your club?

Marcie: They had to plan a murder.

Hayes: Exactly.  Exactly.  So, to become a member of my club, you have to do the same thing -- almost.

Marcie: What do you mean, almost?

Hayes: Oh, just one tiny little difference.  Instead of planning a murder, you have to commit one.

***

Nick: I don't have the choice.

Nick: Excuse me.  I'm looking for Dr. Michael Mc Bain.  It's a matter of life and death.

***

Marcie: You?  You want me to murder someone?

Hayes: The rules seem very clear.

Marcie: No.  No.  You're the murderer.  I'm -- I'm not the murderer.  You're the murderer.  I won't do it.

Hayes: No?

Marcie: You're sick.

Hayes: Don't.  Don't say that.  Marcie, I hated that in high school.  I hate it even more now.  I -- I don't need your little club.  Marcie, I have my own club now, and, you --  you are going to be a charter member.

Marcie: I don't want to be in your club, and I don't care what you do to me.  I am not going to kill anyone.

Hayes: My club, my rules.  I'm the storyteller, Marcie.  This is the point where you do exactly what I tell you.  You have no say.

Marcie: I said no!

Hayes: The die is ca-- Marcie, ready or not, it's time to kill Rex Balsom.

[Music plays]

***

Nurse: Life and death?  Sounds serious.

Nick: It is.

Nurse: Dr. Mc Bain got a phone call about someone named Marcie, and then he ran out of here.

Nick: Did he say where he was going?

Nurse: I heard him say something about Rodi's.

Nick: Thanks.

***

Marcie: You want me to kill Rex?

Hayes: Marcie, I tried to make this easy for you.

Marcie: Easy?  You think -- you think killing him -- you think killing anybody is easy?

Hayes: Well, it's all relative.  I could have picked someone that you cared about, but I did my research . You hate Rex.  I could have picked someone much closer to your heart.

Marcie: I don't hate Rex, and I certainly don't want to hurt him.  I’ll do -- I swear I will do anything else.  I will do anything else that you want me to do.

Hayes: I want you to kill.

Marcie: Why?

Hayes: Well --

Marcie: Why is that so important to you?  Just -- why?

Hayes: Because when you kill, you die inside.  That's the idea, Marcie.  You become one of us.  Don't you get it?

Marcie: No.  Never.

Hayes: When you kill Rex Balsom, I will have killed you.  Sweet, kind, caring little Marcie will be dead.  And no matter what you do, for the rest of your life, you will always be a murderer.

Marcie: I am not playing any more of your sick games.  You can go to hell.

Hayes: Really?

Marcie: You tried to change me from the very beginning with your liposuction and your plastic surgery and your --

Hayes: You liked the idea.  You were dying to become someone else.

Marcie: Those kinds of changes, Hayes, they don't make you a better person.  Look at you.  On the outside, you look different.  But on the inside, you are the same sick, ugly, pathetic loser you always were, Ivan.  Don't you get it?

[Marcie laughs]

Marcie: There is no surgery that could fix what's wrong with you.  And I will never -- I will never be like you.  I'm going to get Rex some help.

Hayes: Say goodbye to Michael.

Marcie: What?

Hayes: Nick's bringing him back here right now, and unless you do exactly what I say, Michael is a dead man.

***

Michael: Excuse me.  Have you seen Marcie Walsh tonight?

Waitress: Sorry.  My shift just started.

Michael: Thanks, anyway.

Nick: Hey, man.  I just heard about Marcie.  Look, do you know anything?

Michael: No -- well, I only know that she left with Hayes Barber.

Nick: Oh -- well, maybe they went out back.  Did you check out the alley?

Michael: No.  I didn't.  That's a good idea, Nick.  Thanks.

Nick: I can't go to prison.  I don't have a choice.

***

Marcie: If I don't kill Rex, then you're going to kill Michael? Technically, we'll all have a hand in it.  Nick went to pick him up right now.

Marcie: But Michael never did anything to you.  He's a good person.  He's kind and --

Hayes: Someone you love?

Marcie: Maybe once upon a time, but we broke up months ago.  I have moved on.

Hayes: Marcie, your face tells me otherwise.

Marcie: Just please don't hurt him.

Hayes: Well, you're going to have to offer me a quid pro quo.  Rex.  Rex's life for Michael's.

Marcie: I can't do that.

Hayes: Ugh.  Marcie.  Marcie, Marcie, Marcie, Marcie.  It feels so good to play God.

Marcie: Just don't make me do it.  Don't --

Hayes: Shh, shh, shh.  It's your choice.  Does Michael live or does he die?

***

Michael: There's nothing back here.  Damn it, Marcie, where the hell are you?

Nick: Michael?

Michael: What are you doing, Nick?

Nick: I'm sorry, man.

Michael: Put the gun down, will you?  You're freaking me out.

Nick: I'm taking you to Hayes.

Michael: No, no, no, no!  You're working with him, Nick?

Nick: I can't go to prison, Michael.  I wouldn't make it in there.

Michael: You son of a bitch!

Nick: Look, it's not my fault!

Michael: Did you help him kidnap Marcie?

Nick: No.

Michael: You're lying.

Nick: I'm not.

Michael: You are lying.

Nick: I'm not.  He said he wanted her all to himself.

Michael: What's he doing to her, Nick?  Where is she?

Nick: You're coming with me, Michael.  I can't take no for an answer.

***

Hayes: How are you going to do it, Walsh?  You going to cut his throat?  Stab him through the heart?  You could cut his wrists --

Marcie: Shut up.

Hayes: And watch the life drain from him --

Marcie: Shut up.

Hayes: Drop by drop.

Marcie: Shut up!

Hayes: Yes, it doesn't really matter either way, does it?  As long as he dies.  And then the new Marcie will be born.  Well, maybe you should rename yourself, like I did.  Do it, Marcie.  It's either him or your precious Michael.

Marcie: Before I kill Rex, I want to know -- I want to know that Michael is safe.

Hayes: Hey, there's no guarantees, Walsh.  You're just going to have to trust me.

Marcie: When I see Michael, then and only then will I do what you want me to do.

***

Nick: I will shoot you if I have to.

Michael: Hayes is out of his mind.  Nick, why would you be helping a guy like that?

Nick: I don't have a choice.

Michael: You want Marcie's death on your conscience?  Do you think you can live with that, Nick?

Nick: I don't have to kill anybody.  I just take you to Hayes, and he helps me get away.

Michael: Get away from what?  Talk to me, Nick.  What are you running from?  What could be this bad?

Nick: I just wanted Julie to love me.  You know, she was moving away, she was starting a new life.

Michael: Uh-huh.

Nick: And the car was supposed to spin out and I run in and I'm the hero.

Michael: You shot out Julie's tires?  And Jayes knew about it?

Nick: Well, it was his idea.

Michael: You didn't mean to kill her.

Nick: I know.  I loved her.

Michael: That's right, Nick.  You loved her.  Now, listen to me, Nick.  My brother -- he can help you out.  You testify against Hayes, I'm telling you --

Nick: I can't go to prison.  Look, Michael, you're a nice guy.  I don't want to hurt you.

Michael: There is a way out of this, ok?  Now, you do the right thing, you may not have to go to prison at all.

Nick: I'm a killer.

Michael: You didn't mean to.  Now, listen to me.  Do you really think that Hayes Barber gives a damn what happens to you?  I know you, Nick.  I know that you are a good guy.  Let me help you, Nick.  Help me, help Marcie.

***

Roxy: There are two crazy killers out there.  What are they going to do to Natty and Rex?  They're going to kill my kids!

Bo: We don't know that.

Roxy: They could already be dead.

Evangeline: Hey.  Let's get you home.

Adriana: I'll come with you.  Roxy?

Roxy: Find my kids.  Find my kids.  I need them to be with me.  Find them, please.

Bo: What does this guy want?

John: I know, Bo.  Natalie's out there somewhere.  Now they got Michael --

[Phone rings]

John: Mc Bain.  Bo.

Michael: Now, listen to me, Nick.  I'm going to give you something to think about here, ok?  Just something to think about . Say you take me to Hayes, he kills me.  That automatically makes you an accessory to murder one.  But if you leave me here behind Rodi's --

Nick: Who's on the phone?

John: Let's roll.

Michael: Nick --

Nick: You lying son of a bitch!

***

Nick: You don't want to help me.  Huh?  You just want to save your own skin!

Michael: I want to save us both, Nick.

Nick: God, Hayes was right.  He's the only one I can trust.

Michael: No, no, no.  He is using you.  He is turning you into a killer.

Nick: Hayes is helping me!  He wants me to get away.

Michael: Put the gun down, Nick.  We can talk about this.

Nick: Just shut up!  I should think.

Michael: Ok, ok.

Nick: I'll call Hayes.  I got to call Hayes.

***

Marcie: I won't kill Rex, not until I know that Michael is safe.

Hayes: Fine.  Fine!  Let's call nick.

[Phone rings]

Marcie: Answer it.

Answer it!

Hayes: What?

Nick: You got to help me.  Ok, the cops are coming.  The plan is falling apart.

Hayes: That's impossible.  It was perfect.

Nick: Look, didn't you hear me?  Michael called the cops.  They're coming.  You said you'd get me out of town.

Hayes: This is your fault!  The plan was perfect!

Michael: We can fix this, Nick.

Nick: Tell me what to do.

Hayes: You are going to pay for this.  Kill Michael.  Kill him now.  You idiot!

Michael: Don't listen to him, Nick.  He's crazy.

Hayes: Do it!  Put a bullet through him!

Nick: I just want it to stop.

Michael: It can stop, Nick.  I can help you.

Nick: I can't go to jail.

Michael: I know.

Nick: There's only one way out of this.

Michael: No.  Nick --

Hayes: Kill him!

Michael: Don't.

Hayes: Kill him!

***

John: Stay down, just get out of the way.

Bo: Stay inside, stay inside.

John: Drop the gun!

Hayes: Kill Mc Bain.  Kill him now!

Marcie: No.  No!  No!

John: Nick, drop it!

Michael: Nick, no!

[Gunshot]

Marcie: No.  No!  No!  You -- you killed him.

July 28, 2005

John: Drop the gun!

Hayes: Kill Mc Bain!

Marcie: No!

Hayes: Shoot him!

Marcie: No!

Hayes: Marcie!

Marcie: No!

John: Drop it!

Michael: No, no!

John: Nick, no!

[Gunshot]

[Marcie cries]

Marcie: No!  No!  No.  You killed him.  You killed Michael.

Hayes: No, Marcie.  You killed him.  If you would've followed my instructions and killed Rex, Michael would still be alive.  You made that choice.  Now you have to live with the decision -- or die with it.

Bo: This is commissioner Buchanan.  We have a shooting, man down. Send all available units --

Michael: We're losing him!

Bo: To the alley behind Rodi's bar.

John: Keep him alive, Mike.  He can take us to Hayes Barber.

Bo: Send a bus.  Paramedics are minutes out.

Michael: Breathe, you son of a bitch!  Where's Marcie, huh?  Where is she?  Breathe, breathe.  Don't you even think of dying on me!

***

John: Hey, listen --

Michael: John!

John: Listen, you want to live?  You want to live?  Then tell me where Natalie is.

Bo: John, you're going to kill him.

John: Hey, listen to me!

Nick: What?

John: Tell me where they are!

Michael: John, if he dies, Marcie and the others die with him.

John: Natalie and Marcie were supposed to be your friends.  Why don't you help them?

Bo: Let go, John.  Let him go.

John: Just a second.  You tell me right now.  You start talking, or I assure you, you are going straight to hell, pal.

***

Marcie: You're evil.

Hayes: I'm evil?  Marcie, you wrote the book.  I'm simply playing the little game that you invented.

Marcie: Maybe in your sick, twisted mind, this is a game, but the people that you murdered -- they're real!

Hayes: Marcie, you started it.  Don't you remember, back in high school?  Deciding who could live, who could die, who could be in your little club, who wasn't good enough?

Marcie: So because we didn't want you in our club, you decided to kill people?  You are a freak!  You were a freak then and you're a freak now.

Hayes: Marcie, I may be a freak, but now I'm a freak with my very own killing club, and you didn't pass the test.

Marcie: Well, that's because I am nothing like you.

Hayes: That's right, you're a failure.

Marcie: You're right.  I have failed at many things my life.  But the one thing I am not a failure in is being a human being.  And you have failed in that. How could you -- how could you just take someone's life?  How could you do that?

Hayes: It's surprisingly easy.  Marcie, but somehow you -- you couldn't do it.  You couldn't kill Rex.  So now you have to be eliminated.

Marcie: You were never going to keep me alive.

Hayes: Oh, bravo.  Marcie, bravo!  You guessed my endgame.  But, of course, why wouldn't you?  You're the brilliant author, and I did everything by the book -- your book.  Marcie, take credit for your contributions.  You wrote a perfect how-to manual, explained everything in picture-perfect detail, told me what to do with all of the other victims!  Right?

Marcie: No!

Hayes: The only problem --

Marcie: No.

Hayes: The only problem, Marcie, was that you didn't write your own death.  But then again, how could you?  You write from experience, and that's the one thing -- dying is the one thing that you haven't experienced yet.  Forgive me -- I had to come up with that little scenario on my own.  And I cannot wait till you see what I have in store for you.  Waltz playing

***

Hayes: What's the matter Walsh?  All the fight gone out of you?  Oh, a stun gun is an amazing thing.  I now call this meeting of the killing club to order.  On the agenda today -- the imminent demise of Marcie Walsh and Rex Balsom.  The question before the committee -- who shall we kill first, hmm?  The floor is now open for debate.  What's the matter?  No one has an opinion?  What?  What?  Oh.  Why didn't I think of it?  You're -- you're absolutely right.  We don't have don't have to kill them one at a time.  In fact, the name of this game is "two for the price of one."  Walsh never really felt like it was quite up to her club's standards.  But excuse me, Marcie.  It's always been one of my favorites.

Rex: We're getting out of here, Marcie!

***

John: Come on, start talking!

Bo: John, that's enough.

John: Start talking!

Bo: John, let him go, come on.

John: He's coming to, Bo.

Michael: John, he's in shock.  Going after him like that could kill him.

Bo: We need Nick alive to find the hostages in time.

John: Where's that damn ambulance?

Bo: They're coming, they're coming.  Just take it easy, ok?

John: It might be too late.

Bo: He'll talk.

Paramedic: You have a shooting victim?

Michael: Yeah, right over here.  Come on.  I'm a doctor at Llanview hospital.  He arrested.  I gave him C.P.R.  I need fluids in him stat.  Come on, run an I.V.

John: Oh, you're killing me, guys.  We need this guy talking now!

Paramedic: Give me room to work, lieutenant.

Bo: All right, John, just -- look, this victim is holding three people hostage.  Now, if there's a way, we need him talking.  We need him conscious, just for a few minutes.

Paramedic: Do you want him to make it?

John: I don't really care, as long as he tells us what we need to know.

Michael: Do you have any ammonium nitrate?

Paramedic: It's not in my protocol.

Michael: Do you have it?  Put pressure on this wound.  Nick?  Nick?  Can you hear me, Nick?  He's coming to.

John: Good.

Nick: Hayes --

John: Hayes -- where is he?  Where's Hayes Barber?

***

Marcie: Rex, hurry up.

Rex: Marcie, just hang on.  It's going to be ok.

Marcie: Hurry up, please.  Just get me untied.  Untie my hands.

Rex: All right, just one more second, one more second.  Ok.

Marcie: Ok.

Rex: All right.

Marcie: Ok, go, go, go.  Find Natalie.  No, just go find Natalie!

Rex: You sure, huh?

Marcie: Yes, just go find her.  Please, don't -- don't worry about me!  Rex, what if we can't find her?

Rex: One more second.  One second.

Marcie: Rex, what if we can't -- Rex, look out!

Hayes: What's the matter, Walsh?  Don't you want to stick around to see how the story ends?

Hayes: Several hundred pounds of sandbags attached to a slow-release gearbox.  When I pull the lock on the gearbox, the sandbags will act as a counterweight.  And as they begin to drop slowly, painfully slowly, the two of you will go up, up, up, up, up, up.  And with every inch that you rise, the rope around your little necks will tighten, tighten, tighten until -- oh, well, you get the picture.  Two for the price of one.  Top that, Walsh.  Well, I hereby call this, the final meeting of the killing club, to a close.  I think our work here is done. 

***

Bo: Nick?  Nick, can you understand me?  Was that Barber on the phone?

Nick: He wanted me to kill --

Bo: All right, we know.  Where is he?  Look, I know you're scared right now.  We're going to get you to the hospital as soon as you help us.

Michael: Marcie's out there with that lunatic.  Nick, she was good to you.  I know you don't want to hurt her.

Bo: It's going to go easier on you if you cooperate.

John: What, you want three more lives on your hands?

Nick: I didn't want to kill anybody.

Bo: Well, then help us stop it.

John: Tell us where he is.

Nick: A warehouse past the train yards.  He's turned it into a theater.

John: You got this?

Bo: Yeah, yeah.  This is commissioner Buchanan.  We need backup out at the rail yards, old warehouse.  I don't want any sirens, no lights.  You keep your distance.  You don't do anything unless you have a direct order from me or lieutenant Mc Bain.

Michael: Nick, you better hope they find Marcie alive, or I swear to God I'll kill you myself.

***

Rex: Marcie, how are you doing?

Marcie: Rex, I don't think I can hold on much longer.

Marcie: Oh, my God.  One more inch.  I'm --

Rex: Marcie? Marcie!

***

Paramedic: I've got a G.S.W., arrested once in the field, pressure's dropping.

Michael: Hold up a minute, hold up a minute.

Nick: I need to tell you something.

Bo: We're listening.

Nick: She's --

Michael: Who?  Natalie?  Marcie?

Nick: She's dead.

Michael: He's going into cardiac arrest.  Starting C.P.R. get me a trauma unit!

John: Here.  Stand on this.

***

Rex: No, it's a trip release.  It'll only get tighter.

Officer: Lieutenant!

John: Cut the ropes on those sandbags before we lose them.

Officer: They're cabled, lieutenant.

John: All right.  See if you can lift them.

Rex: It's over 300 pounds, John.

John: All right, forget it.  Grab on to them.  You got them?

Officer: Yeah.

John: Marcie?  Marcie?  Marcie, hey.  Rex, listen to me.  Listen to me -- where's Natalie?  Where's Barber?

July 29, 2005

Bo: How's Nick?

Michael: Unconscious. No telling when he'll wake up, if he ever does.

Bo: All right. Keep me informed, okay?

Michael: Absolutely. Hey, Bo -- what do you think he meant, when he said that she was dead? Do -- do you think that he was talking about Marcie?

Bo: I don't know, Mike. Excuse me. I want you to post yourself outside Nick Messina's door there. No one but medical staff goes in or out without clearance from me. And you double-check the medical staff, all right? Make sure you recognize them.

[Phone rings]

Bo: Buchanan. Yeah, John, what's the situation?

John: We found Marcie and Rex. They're alive, but they're pretty badly hurt.

Bo: All right. They going to make it?

John: I think we got here in time, but they're in no condition to talk.

Bo: What about Natalie?

John: There's no sign of her.

Bo: And Hayes?

John: The same.

Bo: He didn't have enough lead time to get that far, otherwise he would have finished off Rex and Marcie.

John: That's the way I see it, too.

Bo: Okay, keep looking. Find whatever rock he's hiding under and just drag him down to the station.

Michael: Uh, Natalie?

Bo: Marcie and Rex are on their way in. They're going to be okay.

Michael: But not Natalie?

***

Officer: We've searched every inch of this place, Lieutenant. Do you want us to go over it again?

John: No. We're finished here. Let's bring it in.

John: Let's check out the train yards! Our guy's not here.

John: Our guy's not here.

***

Michael: Marcie, honey, it's me, okay? I'm going to take care of you. You're going to be okay. You're safe now.

Doctor: Maybe I should take care of this one, Doctor.

Michael: I got it.

Doctor: You're too close to her, Michael.

Michael: Marcie's my patient. Go check on the other. Get her in this cubicle, now. Bo?

Bo: Hmm?

Michael: If -- if Marcie's still alive, that could mean that -- that Natalie's --

Bo: No, no, no, no, Nat-- we're working under the assumption that she's still alive, okay? Why don't you take care of Marcie?

Michael: Yes, Sir.

***

[Rex coughs]

Bo: Hey, kid. How you feeling?

Rex: I stepped into it again, huh, boss?

Bo: Son, I just want you to take it easy. And don't call me "boss."

Rex: Hayes and Nick -- they're the ones.

Bo: We know.

[Rex coughs]

Bo: Nick's in custody, and we're still looking for Hayes.

Rex: Marcie --

Bo: Marcie's going to be fine. She's in there. Michael's with her right now. You're going to be okay, too. Look, I have to ask you something about Natalie.

Rex: I didn't see her.

Bo: She wasn't at the warehouse?

Rex: I don't know. Hayes -- find him. Find Natalie.

Doctor: We got to go.

***

Hayes: Well, ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we failed for the moment.

John: Well, looky, looky here. Drop the knife. Drop it!

Hayes: Ugh.

John: Hands in the air.

Hayes: Way to go, Johnny! You going to cuff --

John: Listen to me, you son of a bitch. Tell me where she is. Where's Natalie?

***

Bo: These are Nick Messina's shoes and clothes. Get them to the lab. I want them checked for hair, fibers, anything that'll tell us where he was.

[Phone rings]

Officer: Yes, Sir.

Bo: Buchanan. John got Hayes? Good. Very good.

***

Michael: Marcie? Marcie, honey?

Marcie: Michael?

Michael: Hey.

Marcie: Am I dreaming?

Michael: No. You're not dreaming.

Marcie: But you're dead. Hayes told me that you were dead, Michael. That must mean that I'm dead.

Michael: No. Honey, we're both very much alive. John was the one who found you and Rex at the warehouse.

Marcie: Oh, thank God. Rex -- oh, my God, Rex -- he tried to save my life. Is he okay?

Bo: He's a little bruised, but he's going to make it. And I just got a call from the task force. John has Hayes.

Marcie: Thank God.

Michael: No word on Natalie?

Bo: No. Marcie, I'd like to ask you a few questions if you feel up to it.

Marcie: Okay.

Michael: Sweetie, I'm going to be right outside the door if you need me, okay?

Marcie: Okay.

Bo: Tell me about Hayes -- or Ivan Potter, whatever. Now, we know that you went to high school with him. We know that he changed his identity. What we don't know is why he would do all that he's done.

Marcie: Revenge against everyone who hurt him. He wanted to show them all that they were wrong and make them pay for it, and he has.

Bo: Okay, why did he take you and Rex?

Marcie: To initiate us into his killing club. He wanted me to kill Rex, but I couldn't do it.

Bo: No, of course you couldn’t.

Marcie: He wasn't going to stop. Bo, he wasn't going to spare anyone -- not Michael, not me, not Natalie. He wanted to kill us all.

***

Hayes: Ow, that hurts.

John: Shut up. I'm going to ask you again. Where's Natalie?

Hayes: Beats me.

[Hayes groans]

John: You will tell me what I want to know.

Hayes: Ow!

Johnny, what would be the fun in that?

John: Oh, you want to have some fun?

Hayes: Oh, God. McBain! I thought you loved a good mystery. You found the link to the killing club right away. You followed the clues to find Natalie and Evangeline. Heck, you found the grave at the football field. Hmm -- you caught me, too. That was quite a little trick. Should've seen that one coming.

John: I'm through playing games with you.

Hayes: No, you're not. You'll keep playing as long as I want you to. You'll play till the game's over, McBain. But, hey, every good mystery needs a little clue, so I'll give you one. You were getting warmer, and now you're cold.

***

Michael: How you doing?

Rex: Compared to what?

Michael: Well, you're lucky, Rex. Those injuries could've been a hell of a lot worse.

Rex: Tell that to my throat.

Michael: I owe you. Marcie told me what you did for her, how you tried to get her out of there. Thank you, Rex.

Rex: I just did what anybody else would've done.

Michael: No. The old Rex Balsom wouldn't have stuck his neck out. Not for anybody.

Rex: Now, don't pin any medals on me yet. I'm no hero. Natalie's still missing.

***

Bo: Marcie, I want you to think. Now, you were with Hayes for a while. Now, he must've told you something.

Marcie: He told me a lot of things, but only because he never expected us to survive.

Bo: No, but you did survive, and what he may have told you -- that could be very important. Now, did you hear or see anything while you were in the warehouse that would suggest that Natalie was there or possibly is still there?

Marcie: It may be nothing, Commissioner, but he did keep looking towards the front of the stage. There was a -- a whole bunch of crates and a bunch of scenery.

Bo: Go on.

***

Hayes: Isn't this a blast, McBain? Are you having fun yet?

John: Kill the spotlight! Hey, you said there was a clue.

Hayes: Yeah, I told you -- you're getting colder, but now you're warmer.

John: You trying to say Natalie's in the warehouse?

Hayes: Could be. You really want to hit me right now, don't you? But if you start, how would you stop? And then where would poor Natalie be?

John: Toss this place. Look in every trunk, check under every seat. Look again.

Officer: There's nothing here.

John: Look again!

[Phone rings]

John: McBain.

Bo: Anything new?

John: Not yet.

Bo: All right, I want you to check up in front by the stage, some crates and scenery. Marcie thinks that there may be something there.

John: Got it.

Hayes: Reinforcements? Oh, come on, McBain, I already told you -- getting colder.

Hayes: Getting colder, McBain.

Hayes: Gotcha!

John: Do me a favor, have this analyzed. I want to know whose blood it is and how fresh the stain is.

Officer: Got it.

Hayes: You trick me, I trick you.

John: You're very proud. You're a sick son of a bitch.

Hayes: That's right, I am sick. In fact, I can't remember. What, did -- did I actually kill Natalie, Johnny, or did I just fantasize about it? I do know where she is, though.

John: Where is she?

Hayes: I'll never tell.

***

Officer: Commissioner. The lab's putting a rush on the analysis of Messina's clothes.

Bo: Good.

Officer: We should get that report soon.

Bo: Good, because we could use a break. Marcie just gave us a lead, didn't pan out. Thanks.

Bo: Hey. Feeling better?

Rex: Any word on Nattie?

Bo: John's still questioning Hayes.

Rex: I should've known Hayes was the killer. I always got a bad vibe around that creep.

Bo: I know, a lot of people did. But, you know, we didn't have anything to nail him on until now. You know, we might not have gotten Hayes if it wasn't for you.

Rex: Me? All I did was get chloroformed and half-strangled to death.

Bo: Yeah, but you did a smart thing when you dropped your watch at Rodi’s. You know, it let us know that he had you. Where'd you come up with an idea like that? What's so funny?

Rex: You want to know what I was thinking? I was thinking, "What would Bo do now?"

***

Michael: Marcie, I -- I'm sorry.

Marcie: For what?

Michael: I'm the one who introduced you to Hayes.

Marcie: No, no --

Michael: I'm the one who pushed you to work with him. I'm the one who pushed you to write the book.

Marcie: Michael -- Michael, it's not your fault, okay? He's been planning this since we were in high school. My book just gave him the opportunity to put his plan into motion. It is not your fault.

Michael: Thank God it's over.

Marcie: It's not over. Not until they find Natalie.

***

Hayes: You got a skeleton key for these cuffs, McBain? They're a little tight.

John: So you still want to play games, Ivan? Yeah, that's right, we know who you really are -- a high school loser who thought killing people would turn you into somebody.

Hayes: And it did.

John: No. You can change your name and you can change your face, but you're still the same loser. And when this is all over, if there's anything left of you, you're right back to where you started from -- a nobody, a number. Just another waste of space who couldn't make it in life. We're done here. Take him down to the station, make sure you read him his rights, and lock him up.

Hayes: Hey, McBain? How badly do you want to know where Natalie is?

***

Michael: You need to get some rest.

Marcie: When I heard that -- that gunshot, and I thought that you were dead -- Michael, I --

Michael: I know. I know, Marcie. I felt the same way when I thought I'd lost you.

***

Bo: Hayes used Nick's relationship with Julie to reel him in, huh?

Rex: Well, Nick never was the sharpest tool in the shed. All Hayes had to do was push the right buttons.

Bo: But preying on somebody's feelings for another person? It's a powerful weapon, Balsom. It can make people do things they wouldn't ordinarily do.

***

John: You got something to say, say it.

Hayes: I'll tell you where Natalie is, but first you have to do something for me.

John: Take him away.

Hayes: McBain, McBain, think about it. This could be your last chance. How important is Natalie to you? Important enough to make a deal with the devil?

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