Changes by Pam C. SCENE: A small clearing near a frozen lake on the Jessup farm. Holly, kneeling down in her auburn widow's weeds, sets a simple slate plaque bearing the inscription "R.I.P. Fletchie" into the soft loamy soil. Roger: It's a little crooked. Holly: Crooked how? In relation to what? The earth, the sky .. that pine tree over there? Roger: I've upset you, Holly. It looks fine. But ... Holly stands up and brushes the dirt off her hands onto her skirt: But what? Roger: Well, I still don't get why you'd want to put this little memorial here. I mean, out of all the possible locations... Holly (dreamily): Fletcher always loved this place... Roger (staring intently at her): Holly, I don't think Fletcher ever visited this farm. In fact, he hated its existence! You know he hated me, he hated Hart, he hated... Holly: Where is Hart by the way ? Roger: In Peoria. ... Fletcher hated the trees, the woodpeckers, the moss ... Why in the world would you decide to put his gravesite here in ... what did he call it? Holly: Thorpyland. He always had such a way with words, didn't he? (tears well in her eyes and she turns away) It doesn't really matter though. You know Fletcher didn't really die when he fell off that cliff. He never dies, he always comes back... Roger: Actually, Holly, I think that's me they always said that about... Holly swirls around and thrusts herself into Roger's arms. You always die, don't you Roger? I keep burying you because you always die! (she looks down at Fletcher's plaque) It is kind of crooked, isn't it? Roger holds her in an embrace, stroking her hair, but glances toward the farmhouse with concern. Roger: Holly, you're exhausted. You've been through so much. C'mon, let's go back to the house. Ed's coming by to check you over, remember? Holly: Ed? Roger (guiding her forward slowly, limping from his own lingering injuries): And he said Michelle might come along to say hello. Holly: Ed ... and Michelle? Who are they? Do I know them? As Roger is about to explain, his boot hits the cornerstone of another grave and he stumbles. Holly holds him up and prevents him from falling, but Roger stops and looks down at the marker. Roger: Holly, there was one other question I had... Holly: Yes, Roger? Roger: Why did you insist on putting Reade's grave right next to Laura's? Holly (the color coming back into her face and a determination in her eyes): I thought it was appropriate ... the irony of it. Roger (eyebrow raised): The irony of what, exactly? Holly glances down at the grave markers, only a few yards apart at the side of the frozen lake: He was my husband and Holler's father. She was your lover and Hart's mother. We used to love them, but they died, and their bodies were never recovered. (She turns back to look into Roger's eyes): Isn't this the way to let our past rest in peace? Roger starts to respond when suddenly a beige Volvo pulls up at the door of the farmhouse. A middle-aged man and a young woman emerge from the vehicle. Holly: Is that Ed? Roger: Is that Michelle? **** SCENE: A hidden bunker-type infirmary somewhere in North Africa. Fletcher Reade has his broken arms, legs and other parts of his anatomy in a sling. A sheaf of papers is strewn about the cast on his chest. Vaughn, secret agent, is talking to his superior on a cellular phone. Vaughn: Hello? ... Hello ... HellO? ... Fletcher screams out: You can't break me! Vaughn sighs and places the cell-phone down: Mr. Reade, it appears that gravity has already accomplished that feat. Would you like another Valium? Fletcher: You're damn right I would, you commie bastard! And make it a blue one this time! Vaughn dispenses another 10 milligrams to Fletcher, informs him once again that the CIA has not turned communist, and resumes the phone conversation with his superior. Vaughn: I fear this is hopeless, General Gingrich. Yes, I realize now that I'd had elevated expectations after the astounding success with Thorpe those many years ago, but obviously Roger was an anomaly -- memorizing the entire manual in a day even though his injuries far exceeded those of this Reade fool. (Vaughn glances scornfully at Fletcher) I hesitate to put it in these terms, but Fletcher Reade's mental capacity is immensely subordinate to that of a jackass. ... Yes, I sensed you might understand that, General Gingrich... Now as for the disposal of this ... unfortunate experiment? Vaughn's colleague, a tall woman dressed in combat fatigues and carrying a medical bag, approaches Fletcher's cot. Fletcher: Hey there honey! At least I got something good to look at while I'm being tortured! Wooof! Heh heh. So can you get me outta here, Blackie? The woman, adjusting Fletcher's sling: What did you just call me? Fletcher: Wooof! Oh, ya mean Blackie? Well I call all my women by their hair color. There was Blondie, and then Red, so you're Blackie because you have black hair! ... When I was in the Cub Scouts there was a cute little thing in that other group ... ya know, the one they let girls into? So, and this is real funny, I called her .... The woman shoves a needle containing additional medication into Fletcher's IV bag and looks across the room at Vaughn, who shakes his head and shrugs. Fletcher (drifting off into unconsciousness): So what's yer real name, Miss Beautiful Blackie? My name is Fle.... She removes the IV and stares back at Vaughn. Vaughn: All right, we must pack up this mess and move out. You do understand the ramifications of our next assignment, of course? Collecting the equipment and glancing around the room to make sure there would be no traces of their presence, she responds: I understand them all too well, Vaughn. Vaughn: And you also realize, my dear, that I cannot bring myself to completely trust you on this assignment? She carefully adjusts her ammunition belt and pushes back a stray strand of hair: Vaughn, How many times do I have to tell you that my relationship with Roger belongs to the past? Certainly you know by now that my loyalty will always be to the Agency! Vaughn: I have found that loyalty can occasionally be, let us say, temporarily dislocated? However, that is a discussion for another time. Our transport awaits, Agent Jessup. Laura: Yes sir. She surreptitiously slips the dossier on Holly Norris Bauer Thorpe Lindsey Reade into her attache case as she follows Vaughn out the door. As they leave the bunker, a muffled shout emits from within. Fletcher: Hey! what gives? Where's my breakfast? Is anybody out there? I wanted real French toast, ya know ... not the soggy stuff you gave me yesterday!.... HEY, IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?.... Vaughn and Laura board the black helicopter, still eyeing each other suspiciously but unable to suppress the slightest of private smiles as the huge chopper lurches them upward in a cloud of sand into the clear sky above the desert. ******************** CHANGES 2 SCENE: The Diner. Roger and Holly are sitting across the table from each other, each lost in their private thoughts, when the waitress appears to ask them for their order. Holly: Oh hi Reva. I guess we'll just have coffee for now. Unless you want something else, Roger? Roger (still distracted): No ...coffee's fine. (looking up) ... Reva? Reva: Yes, Mr. Thorpe, honey? Roger: I just ... You know we've been out of town for a little while. Well, seven or eight years ... I thought I heard you married Josh again? or maybe it was Alan? Reva: Well, darlin', you got that right on two counts! But ya know what they say, everybody gets the chance at that third strike before they're out or serving life!! So I wound up back with my love-bunny. (glances adoringly back toward the kitchen where Buzz is trying to extricate himself from a pile of fallen moussaka). But then I guess I don't have to tell you folks 'about that! Who woulda thought you two would be together again, especially (looking at Holly) so soon after your tragedy with Fle... Holly: ... you know that apple pie sounds good ... with whipped cream? Reva: Coming right up, as they say in the restauranteur business! Holly watches Reva scurry away: Roger, what are we going to do? Roger: Well for one thing we're not gonna eat any apple pie here! ... did you notice what that kitchen looks like? Holly: I mean about US! Roger leans back, bemused: Us. That has such a terrific sound to it. I mean, I can't even remember the last time I heard you say it that way. ... Why do we have to do anything about it? Holly (whispering ferociously through her teeth): Because Fle... because my husband died falling off a cliff two weeks ago but they haven't found his body so I can't declare him dead! Reva returns with the coffee and pie: Holly, honey, you're simply not gonna get away with declarin' anybody dead in this town! Take it from me and (winks at Roger) your Lazarus lover- boy over here. Now, what you have to do is... Roger stands up and gives Reva a peck on the cheek: We'll get back to you on that, Ms. Shane- Cooper! (to Holly) Let's go for a walk, okay? *** SCENE: A dingy infirmary in the Cayman Islands. Fletcher Reade, in a full-body cast, is frantically pushing a button. An elderly English nurse arrives. Nurse: You rang, sir? Fletcher: I what? Oh, hey Grey, I thought I was punching on the t.v. remote! But as long as you're here, how the hell do I find Ricki Lake on this thing? Nurse: I do believe that particular programme has been banned in the islands. Incitement to riot, you know. ... And might I reiterate that my name is Mrs. Elevil, not "Grey"? Fletcher: Oh well, heh, I just call all my women by their hair color and .. . (The nurse's cold stare makes Fletch flinch) ... So, what's for lunch? . .. And when do I get outta here? This cast is itchy and you guys .. er, and gals ... promised to... Nurse (adjusting his pillow and firmly placing the t.v. remote in his hand): Mr. Reade, I assure you that your departure from this facility has been given our highest priority! Fletcher shouts out to Nurse Elevil as she stalks out of the room: Hey, thanks Grey! At least I know I'm still important around here! *** SCENE: Roger dusts off a light scattering of snow on the park bench and urges Holly to sit down. He puts his arm around her as she lets her head rest on his shoulder. Roger: What is it really, Holly? It can't be just worrying about a death certificate. Holly pulls away: "Just" worrying about? Roger, sometimes you make me so furious! Roger lifts an eyebrow and smiles: Hey woman, whaddya mean sometimes? (He draws her back into his arms.) Holly: For one thing, I never really cried over Fle... Roger: ... never really cried over me either, I bet. At least not the first time I died.. Holly: And that's another thing! I mean, two out my four husbands fall off cliffs and die, is that ridiculous or what? Roger: I bet it makes you feel like Maggie on "Northern Exposure" huh? Holly (laughing): YES! I'm a curse! A cliff curse! And Ed could've gone the same way too! Roger (stroking her hair): I vaguely recollect that. Holly: But you saved him and I ... I just feel so guilty. Roger (holding her closer as she shivers against the cold): Guilty for what ? None of that was your fault. Holly (her voice muffled against his chest): I hurt you, Roger. I know I did. Roger is silent. Holly: I didn't believe you when you were true to me. And then I never thought I could trust you again, so I ran to Fle... Roger: ... I remember. I wish I didn't, but I remember. Holly (turning up to look at him, her tears frozen in the moonlight): You can't ever forgive me for that, can you? Roger gently presses her face against his shoulder: I told you Holly, those long years ago when I thought we were going to be married again, that I would forgive you anything.... **** SCENE: A bus station in Peoria at 3:00 a.m. Vaughan (Roger's former boss in the Agency) and Laura Jessup (Roger's presumed-dead lover) are stuck in a snowstorm. Laura: I'm very bored, Vaughn! Vaughn (glancing up from his Wall Street Journal): Yes, I have noticed that the number of fascinating bus stations has been diminishing over the years. And dare I ask why you are fidgeting so? Laura: You sexist pig! A woman combs her hair a few times and that constitutes "fidgeting" in your book? I suppose the fact that my entry back into the States makes me a target for our enemies is also lost on you? Vaughn: Not at all, my dear. I realize that all of our lives are in jeopardy on this mission -- especially Roger Thorpe's. Of course, the latter was certainly not an inducement for your decision to sign on? Laura: I was enlisted, just as Roger was ... and as you were, Vaughn. You know that once we make the choice, the Agency removes all future choices for us. **** SCENE: The park bench Roger: You'd better get back to your daughter, help her pack and be with her before she leaves. Holly: I know. It IS such a wonderful school, they'll help her so much with her music. (smiles) She plays the piano almost as well as you do! Roger (feigning insult): Hey, lady, give me a little practice and I can pick it up! Holly: I never recalled that you needed practice to pick things up, Roger! But I really do have to go. I'll call you at the farm tomorrow.. Roger: Um, actually, it would be better if I called you. Now let's get you back to your house, you've started to look a little bluish from the cold! As Roger helps Holly up from the bench she looks into his eyes for a long minute. Holly: Hart and Bridget won't let you back there, will they? Roger shrugs: Hey, you know .... it takes a while. I'm a stranger to Peter now, and Hart -- well he only remembers that he hated me.... Holly: Roger, take me home. ... And stay there with me. *** SCENE: The tiny bathroom on the Springfield-bound bus. Laura is busy copying notes from her dossier on Holly Norris Bauer Thorpe etc. onto her laptop when a loud knock on the door startles her: Laura: Occupied! Vaughn on the other side shouts: I have no doubt that you are! ... Open this door immediately, Agent Jessup ******************* Changes 3 (There's No Business Like Spy Business) SCENE: The bathroom of a bus heading towards Springfield. On one side of the door is Vaughn, pounding. On the other side is Agent Laura Jessup, sitting down and rapidly entering into her laptop the information she needs on one Holly Norris Bauer Thorpe Lindsey Reade. Laura: Vaughn! I happen to be indisposed at the moment. I'll come out when... Vaughn: When you've disposed of the documents in your portfolio, you mean! When I say now, I mean NOW -- and I had better not hear any sounds of a commode flushing before you've opened this door! *** SCENE: Holly leads Roger into her house. He pauses at the door, shaking his head at the changes inside. Roger: This looks so different from when ... well, you know. Holly scurries around picking up scattered plates of dried guacamole bean dip and a few life-size inflatable dolls: I know, Roger, it's pretty much of a mess since Reva and Buzz defaulted on their lease but I haven't had the chance to redecorate because, you know, Fle... Little Holler rushes out from her room, suitcase in hand in anticipation of leaving for boarding school, and greets her mother with an excited hug: Mommy, what time is the airplane? Is it still at ten o'clock? I packed all of my piano music! (She sees Roger, still lingering at the door, and runs to him): Daddy Rog!! Roger (attempting to lift her up but wincing in pain from his injuries): Hey there's my girl, but you're getting too big for me to pick you up anymore! Holler grabs him around the waist: Okay, then I'll pick you up! Holly (noticing Roger grimacing as her daughter's grasp tightens around his partially-healed ribs): Darling, you have to go to the airport in a few minutes. Put Daddy Rog down, okay? Holler lets go and giggles: He isn't that heavy, Mommy! Roger: Hey, kid, who are you calling a lightweight here? I bet I can beat you three outta five in wrestling! Holler (laughing and attempting to topple Roger by tackling his knee) : No way, Jose! Holly: Hold on there, sweetie... (She glances at Roger's expectant face) ... sweeties. We have to get you to that plane on time! Meanwhile, Ross Marler has been pounding on the screen door in order to get Holly's attention. Holly: Oh hi, Ross. Where's Blake? Ross enters: I am definitely not liable for causing that big lump in your screen, Holly. I advised you years ago to get reputable contractors, and ... (He sees Roger releasing himself from Holler's knee grip and begins to sputter furiously at Holly) Ross: This ... this ... low-life demonic miserable irredeemable slimebucket, this hideous villainous venomous evil sleazy snake is back in your house? Holly: Yep. Ross lunges at Roger but trips over the edge of the carpet. Little Holler picks him up. Holler: Unkie Ross! We have to get to the plane on time! Blake enters: Hi Mom. Hey, did you know there's a big bulge in your screen door? Ross (getting to his feet): Defective material -- I assume no culpability. Do you see who your mother has... Blake: Hi Dad, what are you doing here? Holly: I think that's a discussion for another day, Blake. Now we'd better get your sister off to her great adventure, right? Roger: Can we all fit in one car? Ross: Not in my car we can't! Holly moves to Roger's side and whispers: Holler and I decided that we would say our little goodbyes here instead of the airport, so that's why Blake and... Roger: ... Unkie Ross? Holly: ...are taking her there. (She hands Holler her snack bag and embraces her.) Now you know what to do, don't you darling? Holler: Yes, Mommy, but can I go now? The airplane will be leaving! Ross (still brushing carpet stains off his knees): You know, I thought it would be safe to wear beige suede trousers for a simple trip to the airport, but... Blake: Okay, we're outta here. (Everybody hugs and kisses each other goodbye, except for Ross & Holly and Ross & Roger, who refuse to even shake hands.) Holly waves goodbye from the porch. She turns back to look for Roger but he isn't there. She rushes back into the house and finds him collapsed on the kitchen floor. *** SCENE: The Springfield bus station. Vaughn: Agent Jessup ... Laura ... you do realize that your... obsession has already jeopardized our mission? By all rights I should have you taken into custody. Laura (pinning her long black hair into a bun, pauses to gaze at Vaughn with amusement): Oh yes, Vaughn, by all means turn me over to the locals! And then enlist ... who's that fellow ... Frank Clopper? ... to be your deputy in this matter of international import! Vaughn: Cooper Laura (adjusting her wig): Cooper? Is that our latest code? Vaughn: It's Frank Cooper, not Frank Clopper. Laura: Really? What an odd name. (She turns to face Vaughn) How do I look? Vaughn: Like the devil! (With a bemused smile, he reaches over to smooth back an errant strand of auburn hair from Laura's face) And the devil, my dear, hath power to assume a pleasing shape. **** SCENE: Holly's kitchen floor. She is applying damp cloths to Roger's forehead while reaching for the phone to call the hospital. Roger comes to and grabs her wrist. Roger: No, please, don't call anyone. I-I'm all right. Holly: You are definitely NOT all right, Roger! You're injured, you haven't eaten or slept, your system is depleted... Roger grasps hold of the kitchen counter with one hand and Holly's arm with the other, then stands, woozily: This is great. You invite me home and then call me dilapidated. That's not fair, Holly, that really isn't ... (he starts to pass out again) Holly (concerned and propping him up but also laughing): Roger, I didn't say ... Never mind, let's just get you to bed... Roger: Okay. Now if you'd just said that in the first place... *** SCENE: A deserted beach on the Cayman Islands. A bearded and extremely scuzzy-looking man is attempting to build a raft out of twigs, coconut shells, palm fronds and several large rocks. An indigenous Islander walks by and offers some advice: Hey mon, rocks won't float, don't ya know? The bearded man bristles: I know a lot more than you think I do! ... I was a reporter in Beirut and understudied for the second lead in "The Pirates of Penzance" at the Sydney Opera House! These rocks are for ballast. Now all I need from you is a simple direction. Which way is Springfield? Islander: Now would ya be referring to Springfield, Illinois or Springfield, Missouri? The bearded man pauses to think but as usual finds himself unable to: Well, heh, I'm not sure ... does it make a difference? The Islander shrugs and points somewhere to the northwest. Okay, heh heh, thanks, the bearded man says as he pushes off in his raft. Rocks won't float, the Islander mutters to himself as he strolls on down the beach. ********************** Changes 4 (Getting Directions) SCENE: The Bauer cabin. Laura: It's freezing in here! Vaughn: (stoking the fire) Winter in the mountains tends to produce that result. I assure you that we shall be nice and cozy straight away. Laura: I don't understand why our base couldn't have been a little closer to Springfield ... there was that tacky but WARM looking little motel just outside of town! Vaughn: Ah yes, but I doubt that would have been a suitable incognito location for our plans, my dear. Didn't you notice the name of it? Laura: (burrowing through her satchel) Oh it was something asinine like ... Alexandra's and Buzz Inn ... what difference would a name make? Vaughn: Perhaps, my dear, if you reviewed your dossier for names other than that of Roger Thorpe and his ex-wife, you would recall that Alexandra Spaulding could recognize me in an instant! After all, we did have a ... Laura retrieves her auburn wig from the satchel and holds it up triumphantly: Vaughnie, my dear, she would never recognize you in this! *** SCENE: The doorway to Holly's bedroom. Roger is slumped on Holly's shoulder as she leads him in. Roger: (groggily) Well this sure looks different from when ... Holly looks around: Roger, these changes aren't MY doing! (She helps him toward the bed) First chance I get I'm going to get rid of this stupid headboard! And then ... hey, who put all these velveteen Elvis pictures in here? And that silly moose-head? This is ridicul... Roger groans as she lays him down. Roger: Holly....? Holly starts taking off his shoes and looks puzzled as to how to undress the rest of him without causing him any more pain. Holly: Roger, just lie there a minute, okay? Roger (smiling weakly and reaching for her arm): That's my girl ... still accusing me of lying even though I'm on my death bed... Holly adjusts his pillow with her free arm: Oh stop dramatizing! This is MY bed and you're not going to die here if I have anything to do about it! Roger: Hey, that sounds intriguing ... what did you have in mind? (He gently pulls her closer to him) *** SCENE: The juncture of the Allegheny and Monongahela Rivers. A grizzled and very smelly man on a raft pulls up beside a fishing boat. Fletcher: Which way to Springfield? Startled fisherman: Springfield Illinois or Springfield Missouri? Fletcher: How the heck am I supposed to know? Just point me there because I'm really really thirsty and it's been a long trip and I'm a world-class journalist, my name is Fle.. Startled fisherman points somewhere to the northwest and Fletcher rapidly paddles away. Startled fisherman watches the grisly stranger paddle for a few minutes and then yells out: I forgot to tell ya that you can't get there from here, and also there's those rapids beyond! And I have some Gatorade on the boat, why didn't ya ask for .... (His voice is lost in the wind.) *** SCENE: En Route to the Bauer Cabin Blake: Ross, the twins are just loving this winter excursion! I don't know why you're complaining so much... Ross: Because it's damn freezing and a blizzard is on the way, that's why! And my earmuffs and nose mitten are starting to accumulate ice particles... Blake: Look, we're almost there! ... That's odd, how come the lights are on and smoke is coming out of the chimney? Ross: Burglars! That's it, we're turning around this minute! Blake: Oh darling don't be silly. It's probably just some ... homeless mountain people. Ross: I sincerely doubt that if one already resides in the mountains that they'd be ... >From the back seat Ross Junior and Ross Junior start to wail. Blake: That settles it, they have to go wee-wee so we can't turn around now Ross: B-b-but these are boys, they could always.... Blake: Ross! You said it was freezing out there, you wouldn't want Junior and Junior to freeze their little ... Ross: ... just cut the headlights before we get near the cabin, okay? Blake: Oh Ross, it isn't like Goldilocks and the three bears are cooking dinner there! *** SCENE: Inside the cabin Laura: (scurrying around to collect the contents of her satchel) Well this is another fine mess you've gotten us into! We've been found! Vaughn: Not to worry. We shall simply proceed to the bunker that Roger informed me of... Laura: Hah! I should have known ... If there was ever anyone who could find a bunker in the wilderness, it's Roger Thorpe! *** SCENE: Holly's bedroom. A depleted Roger has been conked out for hours. The early morning light streams in between tacky drapes. There's a knock on the bedroom door and a voice from the other side wakes Roger up. Holly: Roger, can I come in? Are you decent? Holly shoulders her way into the room, carrying a tray and setting it down next to him. Holly: (smiling) Hey, how come you didn't say that you've never been decent? Roger: Where the hell am I? Holly: Sit up a little, have some coffee. See what I brought you for breakfast? Croissants! Roger closes his eyes, rolls onto his side and moans: Go away! Holly: Roger? There is a loud bumbling noise on the porch and Holly rushes out, only to see Frank Cooper with a hacksaw, a small toolbox and several jars of putty. Holly: Frank? Frank: Hi Mrs. ... Hi Holly, I just... Holly: What are you ... doing here? Frank: Well you'd put in a call to have your screen door fixed, so I ... Holly: ...Frank that was eight years ago! Besides, you're a police officer now, aren't you? Frank: (busily spreading putty onto the hacksaw) Actually I'm captain of the force, but crime work gets slow around here in the winter so I thought I'd make some extra money. Besides, your screen does have this big bump in it and ... Holly: That's a recent bump, Frank. Ross came by the other day and, well never mind. I really don't need your help right now (looks back in the direction of the bedroom) so could you please just leave because ... Frank: (looking hurt and downcast, collects his materials) Okay, ma'am, I just ... Holly: Oh Frank, why don't you and Eleni just cozy up to a nice fire ... You do still live on Fifth Street, don't you? Frank: (morosely) Eleni left me for someone else! It was A... Holly: ... I tell you what, Frank, we'll talk about it next time, okay? I really have to get going now. How about if I pay you for your time coming out here and all that putty, and then you can fix the door in the spring? Frank perks up, accepts Holly's hastily scribbled check and starts to leave. Frank: Oh by the way, I'm sorry about your husband. Holly: My husband? Frank: You know, Fle... Holly: ... oh, right, well thanks for your sympathy. That was sweet. Frank: He was such a sweet guy, that Fle... Holly: ... Frank, it's cold out here ... shouldn't we both better be getting on? Frank: Well, if you say so. I guess. But.... Holly: See ya later! As Frank stumbles down the snowy path away from the house, Holly leans against the closed door and briefly ponders her recent widowhood. Holly: I feel so guilty. How come I don't have any grief for Fle... but wait a minute, he abandoned me and li'l Holler so why should I? ... But then again, we were married and I should honor that, remember that... (She suddenly straightens up and her face takes on an intensely determined expression) Okay, I'll think about that later. Right now I'd better get back into the bedroom before Roger loses consciousness again! *** SCENE: The Bauer cabin. Blake and Ross Junior are unpacking, while Ross and Ross Junior are toasting marshmallows in the fireplace. Ross: It's obvious someone's been here, Blake. Blake: So, what difference does it make? They're gone now. At least they started the fire for us! Ross Junior: Hey Ma, look what I found! Blake examines the object and thinks to herself: That's odd, what's a computer disk doing here? Homeless mountain people don't have computers, do they? And there's a reddish looking hair on it. Wait a minute, this isn't real hair, it's from a wig!! *** SCENE: The bunker Laura: (shivering while watching from her peephole the smoke rise from the cabin's chimney): It's colder here than I've ever been ... I hate those people! Can't we kill them? Vaughn: (heating a snifter of brandy over the sterno and handing it to her) Agent Jessup, I've been a spy long before you could even spell CIA, and I fail to recollect anything in the code book that would permit us to eliminate people simply because they are temporarily warmer than we are! ... Besides, you wouldn't wish to kill such a useful person as the daughter of your beloved Roger, would you? Laura's glass slips from her hand and breaks, the brandy staining the cement floor of the bunker a deep, dark red. *** SCENE: Holly's bedroom. Holly: Roger? Roger: Holly? Holly: We need to talk. Roger: Where am I? (sees the moose head) Oh, now I remember. Holly: About last night and ... Roger abruptly sits up: Last night? we didn't ... did I? ... what? did you...? As he grasps his broken ribs in pain, Holly eases him down onto the pillow and strokes his hair. She whispers into his ear: You don't remember last night? Roger (groaning): No! I.... Holly (kissing him on the forehead): Just as well, my darling. Now, what would you like for lunch? *** SCENE: New York City. An extremely tattered man carrying some limp palm fronds, a coconut shell and several rocks asks a passerby how to get to the nearest train heading west. Passerby: Hey, man, what you need to do is get on the IRT, then cross over to the shuttle at 42nd Street, which'll take you to the IND, then just hop on that and get down to 34th Street, then take the bus to Staten Island and you'll be right there at Grand Central Station where all the main trains are at. Tattered man: Hey, thanks a lot! Any place I can get a drink of water in this city? Passerby: Got any money? Water costs two bucks a cup here. Tattered man: That's okay, I can wait for water. Which way did ya say again? Passerby: Hey buddy, I don't repeat my stuff twice. Just get on the subway, it'll take ya anywhere you need to go. Tattered man waves goodby and totters off. Passerby #2: I heard what you said. They ain't no bus to Staten Island, and Grand Central ain't there either. What you fooling with that poor scuzzy dude for? Passerby laughs: Man, if you can't fool with fools, life ain't worth living!