Episode 451 // Written by: Dallas Walsh // Released: January 11, 2018


Episode Theme song: "Me & A a Gun" Tori Amos
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Previously on One Day at a Time
- Simona Lopez began questioning all of the suspects that visited Frederick the day he was shot last November after he was killed on New Year's Eve
- Jemma became ill with a flu bug
- Chris threatened Frederick the day he visited Frederick in November

Scene One - Twin Peaks Police Department

Simona Lopez continues to write notes in her note book regarding the investigation that she is currently going through on Frederick's death. Her last suspect that she questioned, Eva McCloud, definitely seemed to be hiding something; what, Lopez doesn't know just yet but she has to figure that out. It could be the reason that Frederick was shot and then smothered on New Year's Eve. The fact that she found a note in Frederick's office that says, "Eva knows", has to be something. And, Eva, basically losing her mind over the note, also tells Lopez that there is something more to what she was saying, especially since Dominick didn't know anything about the note either. Eva warning her to stay out of her marriage, makes Lopez think that she is keeping a pretty big secret.

"The question is," Lopez whispers to herself. "What are you hiding Eva? And, why did you get so upset with the idea that Dominick could learn the truth? If I uncover that, I could potentially uncover the reason that Frederick died."

Before she can say anything further, there is a knock on the door. Lopez looks over and sees Daisy standing there. "Hi, detective," Daisy says as she moves into the office. "I hope I'm not late."

"Not at all, mayor Davenport," Simona replies to her as Daisy comes and sits down at the desk. "I won't take up much of your time, I know you're busy."

"Well, I want to do what I can to help you with this case. I know how important it is to keep the people of Twin Peaks safe," Daisy purses her lips together as she looks back at the officer. "I will do anything I can to help you."

"That's great to hear," Lopez replies to her. "I know that you visited Frederick Richardson the day he was shot in November. Do you care to share with me what you spoke about?"

Daisy nods back to her. "Sure, I mean, it's no secret that the truth had come out that he raped Jemma and I am the product of that assault. I have been going through a very difficult time as a result of learning this information, as you can imagine."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lopez tells her. "Did you confront your father about this that day in November?"

Daisy nods back to him. "Yes, I did. I wanted him to admit what he did to my mother. He didn't, of course, but I had to at least try."

"How did that make you feel, Daisy?"

She shrugs back to him. "I won't lie to you, I was upset. I think anyone would be upset. But did I shoot him? No, of course not."

"What about your mother? Do you think Jemma could have snapped?"

Daisy shakes her head quickly. "No, absolutely not. My mother would never hurt anyone. I don't care what has happened between us these past few months, she would never hurt anyone. She's just not that type of person."


"I just saw my wife leaving, I'm guessing that means my timing is okay?" Vinny asks Lopez, who stops writing notes in her note pad and looks over at the doorway.

She quickly finishes writing her note and then lets him in to the office. "Yea, it's perfect, thanks for coming today."

"I'm sure Daisy told you this, but we just want to find out who killed her father. Whatever we can do to help, we will."

"I appreciate that," Lopez smiles back to him, knowing that Daisy seemed very calm about everything; almost too calm. She has worked with Daisy for a long time so she knows that Daisy is usually pretty calm; but she didn't even show any sort of remorse about her father being dead. She wonders if Daisy, or Vinny, could have had something to do with the death and are now covering it up. "How have you been holding up? The news that Daisy shared with me about Frederick and Jemma, it must have impacted you as well?"

"Of course it has impacted me," Vinny tells her. "Daisy is my wife. Whenever she's in pain or upset, I am in pain and upset. I hate what she has gone through as a result of Frederick and Jemma's lies. That being said, I understand why Jemma lied. She was a victim; she was embarrassed by what happened. And, she didn't think anyone would believe her. I blame almost all of this on Frederick."

"You went to see Frederick in November, the day he was shot. What did you guys talk about?"

"Exactly this," Vinny nods back to her. "I wanted to find out how he could lie to everyone for so long. I wanted to find out why how he could attack Jemma that way. But, he didn't admit to anything. He never did."

"I know your family has had a long sorted history of doing, sometimes, illegal activities," Lopez tells him.

"I'm not like the other members of my family," he stops her. "Everything I've done, has always been on the up and up."

"You understand why I had to ask, right? You have connections. I'm sure with one phone call, you could have had Frederick taken out."

Vinny chuckles a little. "I suppose I could have," he admits to her. "But at the end of the day, I still would have killed my wife's father, and I wouldn't do that to her. Now, they have no chance of healing and getting over this. To me, that's a tragedy in itself."


Lopez sits at her desk writing more notes about her visit with Daisy and Vinny. She knows that either one of them could have picked up the phone and had someone take care of Frederick for them; however, she still thinks that Daisy would know better, having been in the mayor's office for so long. The more she thinks about it, the more Lopez believes she could possibly remove them from the suspect list. They haven't had to lie about anything.

"I ain' interruptin' anythin' important, am I?" Jemma asks a she knocks on the door of Lopez's door.

"Not at all, please come in Ms. Davenport," Lopez smiles to the elderly woman.

Jemma slowly moves into the office and sits down. "Sorry, I haven' been feelin' so hot these past couple of weeks. Imma still movin' slowly."

"I'm sorry to hear that you've been under the weather."

"It'll pass, I'm sure, but thank you."

"The reason you're here today is because Frederick Richardson was killed," Lopez tells Jemma, who doesn't even blink an eye at the news. "He was smothered in his hospital room on New Year's Eve."

"Ha! Well, I hope he's rottin' in hell for all the damage he caused to my family."

Lopez notes her reaction. "You went to see him last November when he was shot, is that correct?"

"It is," Jemma replies to her. "That man raped me years ago. He gave me two daughter's but I ain't ever been the same since."

"Is that what you said to him that day?"

Jemma shakes her head. "I don' recall, to be honest with ya. It was so long ago, and being sick and all, my mind has just been focused on gettin better."

"So, you don't remember, at all, what you spoke to him about?"

"I'm afraid not, I'm sorry," Jemma tells her as she puts her hand to her head. "This illness has been nothin' but brutal, detective."

"What about New Year's Eve," Lopez asks her. "Do you have an alibi?"

"I ain't sure what you're askin me? I was at my hotel room, sleepin'. I haven' been feelin' well, like I told you."

"Right, you mentioned that," Lopez notes, uneasy about Jemma's responses. But she stops and looks at the elderly woman, who is clearly still not at her best. Lopez finds herself asking if Jemma could actually shoot Frederick three times and then smother him in her current state. She finds herself shaking her head. "I think that's all I have for you today, Ms. Davenport. Please, get better soon."


Lopez can't help but write down a few more notes than usual after her visit with Jemma. She isn't sure if Jemma was purposely withholding information from her about the day of Frederick's shooting or not, but the fact that Jemma said she couldn't remember was a cause for concern. And, while she could see that Jemma was ill, the fact that Jemma didn't have an alibi for the New Year's Eve was also cause for concern. Lopez can't help but remember, however, Daisy saying that Jemma would never hurt anyone, yet alone kill someone. The state in which Jemma was in, Lopez tends to agree with that statement.

Before she can process any other thoughts, there's a knock on the door. Simona stands up and walks over to the door, and sees Trenyce on the other side of it. "Ms. Davenport, thanks for coming. Please come in."

"Thank you," Trenyce uneasily says back to her. "I'm not sure what this could be about."

"It's about Frederick Richardson," Lopez tells her as she sits across from Trenyce. "You know he was shot last November," she says as Trenyce nods back to her. "Well, someone smothered him on New Year's Eve. The doctor is dead, and I need to figure out who did this to him."

"What?" Trenyce gasps at the news. "I had no idea. It hasn't been on the news or anything."

"I've purposely have kept it out of the news in hopes of tracking down some suspects first," she admits to her. "And, I know that you went to see him the day he was shot last November. I have video footage of Frederick's office that day."

"Then you should know who shot him?" she asks nervously.

"Unfortunately, the camera was turned off," Lopez replies to her. "Someone didn't want anyone to see them go up and shoot Frederick. Now, Ms. Davenport, I have to ask, what did you and Frederick talk about that day?"

Trenyce sighs heavily. "Many things," she admits to the officer. "Frederick had not been kind to me, not for many years."

"Is this because of the plan you and Chris Michaels conducted to try to get Andrew away from his mother, Savannah?" Lopez asks her.

"How did you know about that?"

"It was in the local papers before Savannah Pherson died," Lopez tells her. "Is that why Frederick didn't like you?"

Trenyce nods back to her. "He thought it was horrible of us," she admits to her. "What he never understood is that, Chris and I, we were just acting out of hurt. We thought Andrew was our son; when we learned that there was a baby switch, we were devastated. We just wanted the boy we thought of as our son to be with us again."

"But Frederick didn't allow that to happen?"

Trenyce shakes her head. "The opposite happened," she tells Lopez. "He sent Andrew away and told him that we killed Savannah. Now, Andrew hates Chris and I. You have no idea what that feels like. I raised that boy for so many years. To see the look in his eyes when he speaks to me, it's very difficult."

"What about your real child? Have you ever thought about trying to finding him or her?"

"We have," Trenyce admits to her. "We hired an investigator and Frederick got to her and sent us on a wild goose chase. We thought we were getting close but it was always a false lead, because of that man."

"So you had many reasons to visit Frederick that day, it seems."

"I needed him to understand what he has done to me," Trenyce tells her. "I needed him to realize how much pain he has caused."

"Do you have access to a gun?"

Trenyce looks up in shock at the question. "You don't think I shot him, do you?"

"I have to ask the question, Ms. Davenport. You clearly had a lot of motivate," Lopez tells her. "So, I'll ask you again, would you have access to a gun?"

"I mean, not directly," Trenyce shakes her head. "I can't believe this."

"But you could get one if you needed too?"

Trenyce finds herself nodding back to her. "But, you have to believe me, I didn't shoot anyone. And, I certainly didn't smother him!"

"Thanks for your time, Ms. Davenport. I'll be in touch, okay?"

"I didn't shoot anyone Detective," Trenyce stands up from her chair. "Remember that when you're reviewing your notes. I did not shoot Frederick!"


Lopez continues her note taking following Trenyce's visit. The young woman certainly had her share of motive to wanting Frederick to pay; she just wonders if Trenyce actually would have been able shoot Frederick; she certainly has a history of lying and scheming, Lopez realizes. But killing someone is another story. She definitely has to stay at the top of potential suspect list.

"The question is," Lopez asks herself. "Would she actually kill a man to get back at him? I don't know that I got that impression from her."

Before she can say anything else, there's another knock on her door. She looks up and sees Chris standing in her door way. "Mr. Michaels, I've been expecting you."

Chris moves quickly into the office and sits down. "What is this about?"

"Cutting to the chase, are we?" she smirks at him.

"I like to get to the point," he nods back to her. "Especially if I'm in some kind of trouble."

"Well, that remains to be seen. This is about Frederick Richardson," she tells him. "He was killed on New Year's Eve."

"From the gunshot wounds?" Chris asks her.

Lopez shakes her head no. "He was smothered in his hospital room," she tells him. "I know you visited him the day he was shot in November, however. That's why you're here today. What did you talk about?"

"A lot of stuff," Chris admits to her. "That man had put my family through hell and back. From poisoning Andrew against Trenyce and I, to lying to us about where we could find our real child, that man would stop at nothing to punish us."

"How did that make you feel?"

"How do you think it made me feel? I was irate with him. He was playing with our lives like he was a God or something."

"Where were you on New Year's Eve?"

"I was at the Pampa Grill for awhile and then…"

"And then where?"

Chris gulps back to her, wondering if he should be honest with her. He quickly notes that if he lies, it could be worse for him in the long run. "I was at the shooting range. I go there when I need to blow off steam."

"Interesting," Lopez says back to him, as she makes another note. "Does that mean you own your own firearm?"

"I do," Chris nods back to her. "But it's always kept in a safe location. Look, detective, I'm not hiding anything from you, but I'm getting the sense that you think I did this to Frederick, and I didn't."

"I'm just asking you questions, Mr. Michaels. Did you ever threaten Frederick in anyway?"

Chris immediately shakes his head no. "Of course not," he tells her, immediately knowing that he just told a lie. "I was mad at him, but I would never do this to him. I'm not a killer."

"I'll need to see your gun, if that's okay?"

Chris gulps. "Why?"

"I just want to run some tests on it. You'll cooperate, won't you?"

Chris gulps again and feels sweat form on his forehead. "Yea," he nods back to her. "Of course I will. But you have to know, I did not do this."

Next on One Day at a Time
- Andrew gives Simona a new lead
- Donovan and Craig back up each other's stories
- Simona gets a prime suspect

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