Written by: Rebecca Spencer; story by Dallas Walsh
Previously on One Day at a Time
Scene One -- The Wilkins Condo, Madeline's Home
Madeline's first instinct upon opening the door to find Victoria standing there is to slam it right in her face. "What do you want?"
"Hello," Victoria greets pleasantly. "I was just in the neighbourhood..."
"Digging in Vinny's trashcan again, huh? That's one strange fetish you've got," Madeline remarks sarcastically.
Victoria ignores her. "I was hoping that I could come in and talk to you for a few moments."
Madeline grips the doorframe, her eyes narrowing. "If this is about what I think this is about, I already told you everything there is to tell. I don't know anything about Vinny other than he lives over there, he gets my mail sometimes and he likes to mow the lawn without a shirt." She eyes Victoria up and down. "I'm not entirely sure that information would be helpful to you."
"Please," Victoria pleads. "Please talk to me."
From inside, Madeline's phone rings. With only a hateful look in Victoria's direction, she slams the door in her face and walks toward it. The caller ID reveals it's Dave calling. For a moment, Madeline debates whether or not to answer, then decides to send the call to voice mail. She walks back toward the door and opens it, finding Victoria walking toward her car. "Well, I was expecting a broom, but that's a pretty sweet ride," she begins slowly.
Victoria turns around and forces herself to smile. That's probably as close to a compliment as she's going to get. "Thank you."
"Listen..." Madeline takes in a deep breath. "I...I don't know how much I can help you, but...you can come in and we can talk if you really want to."
Victoria, obviously taken aback by this, raises an eyebrow. "I thought you already told me everything there was to know."
Madeline shrugs. "Maybe I thought of some more."
"You're not going to waste my time with more mundane details of how Vinny behaves as a neighbour, are you?"
Madeline locks eyes with her. "Just come in," she whispers. "Before somebody actually sees me talking to you."
"Are you not supposed to be talking to me?" Suddenly, Victoria seems very paranoid.
Madeline rolls her eyes. "I'm thinking more of my reputation than anything else. Talking to you would be akin to making nice with Adolf Hitler in some circles. But I suppose I've got some time, if you do."
Victoria, while curious about the abrupt about-face, rushes toward the door. "I've got time."
Scene Two -- The Calimo House; Robbie & Leah's Home
Where are you going? Robbie asks, as he watches Leah getting ready.
The rally, she replies briskly. She can read his expression, and she knows what he is going to say, so she puts up a hand. Dont. Dont.
He moves toward her. I just dont think you really want to do this he whispers. Youre just reacting. Youre still grieving. Youre
She killed my son, Robbie! She deserves to pay for that!
And she will pay for it, he insists. She will.
She wont pay nearly enough!
Please dont do this. He reaches out to her face, hopeful that she will reconsider. He knows this is not what she really wants. She would never wish death on another human being. She and Jeff are just so grief-stricken right now that theyre desperate to inflict the same kind of pain onto Meggan that they felt when Noah was cruelly ripped away from them. Please. Please dont do this.
I have to do this, Leah resolves, turning away from him. With or without you, I have to do this.
Its gonna have to be without me, then, Robbie sighs.
Leah says nothing more and only walks toward the bathroom, but midway there, she stops, placing a hand over her stomach. That damn pain is back, bringing with it a wave of exhaustion that she cant seem to shake. She sighs, then looks up to find Robbie right in front of her.
Whats the matter? Are you okay? he asks, reaching out to her.
Leah nods. Im fine, she replies softly. Im fine. Just a little pain in my stomach.
Have you eaten? Do you wanna lie down?
Again, Leah nods, as she glances down at her watch. Yeah, Im fine. Its really nothing." She looks up at him. "I really need to get going, okay? I'll see you later.
Scene Three -- Twin Peaks General Hospital; Olivia's Office
Olivia, I really appreciate you agreeing to help me, Helen begins, as she shifts around uncomfortably in her chair. I just hope we can get somewhere with this.
Were going to take it nice and slow, Olivia advises, with a reassuring smile. Its not a process that happens overnight. Regaining ones memory, especially things that are far repressed by the subconscious, takes time. Its going to take a lot of time and a lot of commitment. Are you willing to commit to this?
Yes, Helen whispers desperately. Im willing to do whatever I have to do to remember.
Olivia keeps her smile. Good. Now, Im going to explain to you the process that were going to go through. Im going to be placing you under hypnosis. Have you ever been hypnotized before, Helen?
She shakes her head. No.
Its nothing to be afraid of, Olivia continues smiling. Imagine it as a key to all those doors that you cant open. Remember, Helen the subconscious remembers everything, even the things that our conscious mind forgets.
Helen sits for a minute, chewing on this bit of information, before she suddenly clutches her stomach. Oh, Olivia excuse me! I think Im going to be sick!
Olivia nods. Yes. Of course. Theres a ladies room down the hall and to your right.
Thank you. With that, Helen hurries out of the room.
Olivia waits until she knows she is gone, then rises from her chair. In her hand, a bottle of pills. She reaches for Helens purse, left lying on the floor, and smiles as she finds a bottle of prenatal vitamins. Quickly and without detection, Olivia opens the bottle and pours out all of Helens prenatal vitamins, replacing them with the pills in her hand. As she kneels there, Olivia continues to smile. Im sorry that I have to do this, Helen, she whispers. But you cant remember. You cant know.
Scene Four -- The Legal Firm; Prestons Office
Thank you both for coming in today, Preston begins, as he motions to the two chairs in front of him. Please have a seat. We have a few things to talk about before the trial begins, and
Meggan interrupts. Actually, I have a few things that I would really like to talk to you about, in regards to that. Ive She takes a deep breath. Ive made a decision. Ive decided to plead guilty.
Both Vinny and Prestons eyes widen. Preston looks to Vinny, to silently question if he knew anything about this, but Vinny continues to look on, shocked.
Meggan I dont know if that is such a good idea, Preston argues quietly. Youre looking at a maximum sentence here!
Why shouldnt I plead guilty? Meggan asks, with a heavy sigh. I am guilty. Why should I put that family and myself through a long, drawn out trial, when its only going to come to the very same conclusion in the end? I am guilty, Preston, she affirms, looking straight into his eyes. I am guilty, and Im going to plead guilty.
Preston begins to argue, but is interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He glances down, sees that it is Olivia calling, and rises from his chair. Im sorry, excuse me for a moment. I have to take this call.
Preston rushes out of the room, then answers the phone. Hello, Olivia?
I did it, she whispers. I just replaced Helens prenatal vitamins with those memory loss pills.
Preston leans back into the wall and runs a hand over his face. Good. Wonderful. Keep going. Youre doing a great job.
What is the matter with you? Vinny demands, as soon as Preston has left the room. Are you sure this is what you want to do? Youre facing a really harsh sentence if you plead guilty. Life in prison, if youre lucky! Meggan, there are people talking about the death penalty here! Are you sure you want to plead guilty to this charge? Youre sealing your fate if you do!
I have to, she admits sorrowfully. I have to do this, Vinny. Im so scared, and I know that I have a pretty steep price to pay for my crimes, but I have to do this. I have to pay for what Ive done, no matter the cost.
Scene Five -- The Sugarbowl
Hey man, whats up?
Chris glances up from his latte to find Adam standing there. He smiles. Hey Adam. How ya been?
Oh great. Weve been great. How's Daisy?
"Okay," Chris replies briskly, motioning to the chair across from him. Have a seat. Hows Helen?
Shes doing great. Adam glances down at his watch. Actually, shes at a therapy appointment right now.
Yeah. Shes trying to get some of her memories back, with her friend Olivia Adam hesitates. Well, she calls her a friend anyway. They went to high school together. At least, thats what Olivia says. I dont know. I just get the feeling that somethings not right about it.
What do you mean, Chris asks, with a raised eyebrow.
I dont know. I wish I did. Theres just something really strange about it. Olivia says she and Helen went to school together, and that she specializes in this sort of thing, and before I know it, shes going to help Helen piece together the past and
Well, thats a good thing, isnt it?
Adam pauses. I really hate to say this, but no. I just dont think it is. I think somethings really wrong here, but I just cant figure out what it is. Everything happened too fast, and Olivia is just way too eager to jump into this and Helen is just so trusting and He shakes his head. Somethings wrong with this picture, Chris. I just dont know what.
Scene Six -- The Courthouse; The Plaza
"Leah, you made it! I was starting to get worried about you!" Jeff rushes toward her as she approaches, homemade picket signs in hand. "I've already got a few people to join in."
Leah's hand lingers on her stomach for a moment, before she smiles. "Great. That's great."
"Are you ready?" he asks, handing over a megaphone.
She takes it with a smile. "You know I am."
Within moments, Leah has ascended the stairs to the courthouse, megaphone in hand. She surveys the small crowd that has gathered, then takes a deep breath. "Everyone, can I have your attention, please? My name is Leah Calimo. My son Noah was ten years old when he was killed by a drunk driver. That woman is Meggan Richardson, and she is going on trial soon. We're here today to petition the court to give her the death penalty!"
A select handful of cheers arise from the crowd, but the majority of the spectators just look on, unsure how to react to that. Leah continues, "Meggan Richardson murdered my son, and she needs to pay the ultimate price for her crimes! We need to send a message to Twin Peaks, as well as this entire country that drinking and driving is a very serious offence, and it carries dire consequences - for both the driver and the families who are affected by their choice!"
For a moment, Leah is overcome with emotion. Jeff, noticing this, takes over, as he notes that the crowd is becoming larger and more receptive. "Manslaughter is what they always charge them with. Manslaughter! With a manslaughter sentence, Meggan Richardson could be back on the streets within a few years! And what about my son? Does he get to walk out of his grave when she gets out of jail? Does he get to live his life and grow up and become a productive member of society? No! Meggan Richardson took a life, and hers deserves to be taken! Stand firm and let the courts know that we are not going anywhere until we get change! Support us! Think of your own children! This could easily happen to you!"
With more and more people gathering around, Leah scrambles to hand out signs. They quickly have more protestors than they do signs, and before she even realizes it, the news media is there. "Jeff!" she whispers, eyes wide in surprise. "The news is here!"
"Good," he affirms. "The more the word gets out, the better!"
Scene Seven -- Capers
"Fancy seeing you here," Chris smiles, as he approaches Victoria's table.
She swirls the champagne in her glass around as she grins up at him. "I could say the same for you. What are you doing here?"
"Just wanted to have a nice quiet dinner."
"Oh, is Daisy here?" She asks, looking around the room.
"No," Chris admits. "I just thought maybe I could have a nice quiet night by myself."
"Same here," Victoria agrees, then takes a sip of her champagne. "Though...I really wouldn't mind the company if someone saw fit to join me. I'm celebrating tonight, and celebrations are meant to be shared."
"Celebrating, huh?" Chris asks, as he sits down across from her. "And may I ask what we're celebrating?"
"Well, since you've joined me, of course." Victoria smiles. "Remember when I told you on New Year's Eve that I remembered why Vinny wanted me dead?"
He nods. "Yes. Did you remember anything else?"
"No," she says slowly, "but an unexpected source did shed some light on it today..."
"An unexpected source? This sounds interesting." Attentively, he leans forward.
"Oh, I don't know if I should go into detail about this," Victoria attempts to beg off, but soon shakes her head. "Oh, who am I kidding? I have to tell you. I went to see Madeline Wilkins today."
"Madeline Wilkins?" Chris sits in silence for a moment, struggling to place the name.
"Patricia West is probably what you'd know her by," Victoria informs. "But apparently, her real name is Madeline. I went by to see her and she initially slammed the door in my face, but then, she must have had a change of heart, because she invited me in."
"Well, that's great! Did she tell you anything?"
Victoria looks down at the table for a moment. "Well, no. Not yet. But she will, at a more neutral place. Given the fact she's so close to Vinny's house, I can understand her concern. But Chris, I'm this much closer! Isn't that wonderful?"
"Yes it is," he affirms, with a smile. "I can clearly see why you're celebrating, that's for sure!" He sighs. "Just wish I had something to celebrate myself."
"I take it things with Daisy haven't improved?" she asks sympathetically. "I'm sorry."
"It's going to take time," he whispers, eyes locked on Victoria's beautiful face as he speaks. "It's just going to take a little time to get things back, but it will get better. It's got to."
"Would you like a drink?" Victoria offers. "It's on me."
"Now that is a reason to celebrate!" Chris agrees. Drinks with a beautiful woman. He could do far worse with his night. Still, he wonders if he should be more forthcoming with Victoria about what's really going on with his marriage.
No, he finally decides. It's not worth ruining her night with his own troubles. And besides, what he said is true. Things will improve. They just have to.
Scene Eight -- Twin Peaks Public Library
Acting on a hunch, and after consulting the librarian for help, Cassie finds herself in front of a computer, searching the Twin Peaks Sun photo archives. Its got to be in here somewhere, she whispers to herself. She reaches up a hand to massage her neck. Searching through these photo archives is a time consuming pain in the ass, but she knows that she cant give up now. Not when shes this close to the truth.
Come on, come on, she urges impatiently, flipping through page after page. Finally, she spots it. She leans in to study it more closely, hoping to verify, before she smiles. This is it. The same car she saw in the photo online.
"Is that...?" she asks, then quickly gasps. You! she whispers, staring at Olivias photo. A devious smile begins to play on Cassie's lips, as she leans back in her chair. "Well, isn't this interesting?"
Scene Nine -- The Wilkins Condo; Madeline's Home
"I had a great time with you tonight." Madeline smiles, as she squeezes Will's hand gently. "Thank you for a great night."
"Well..." Will steps toward her and kisses her passionately. "Who says that night has to end right now? I'm not really ready to leave you yet..."
Madeline's face reddens a bit. "Oh you're not, are you?"
Will shakes his head. "Mind if I come in for a bit?"
Madeline holds open the door. "Of course."
Will walks in behind her, as she goes about turning on the lights in the living room. For one brief moment, as her hair falls into her face, she reminds him so much of Olivia. He takes a step back, suddenly feeling very shamed.
Madeline glances up at him. "Do you want a soda or maybe some coffee or anything?"
"Uh..." Will hesitates. He realizes now that he can't very well run out of here, when it was his idea in the first place. But the memory of Olivia and being this close to her oblivious daughter is obviously troubling him. "No, that's fine. We can just sit. And talk for a bit. How's that?"
Madeline motions toward the couch. "That's fine with me. I know the place is a mess, so you'll have to excuse it."
"Oh, it's fine," he assures, with a faint smile. "I'm not really looking at the place, anyway."
"You certainly know how to flatter a girl!" Madeline playfully sits on Will's lap at first, before scooting over next to him. "I really am having a wonderful time with you," she whispers, taking his hand.
"I'm having a great time with you too," he agrees, though his mind is a million miles away.
Madeline notices the distance in his eyes and leans toward him. "Hey," she whispers.
He looks up at her. "What?"
With that, she leans forward and kisses him. It is a deep and passionate kiss, one that sends shockwaves of pleasure down through her entire body. With everything going wrong right now, being with Will is just so right. Madeline smiles to herself, as he pulls out of the kiss. This much she can be thankful for, no doubt.
"Whoa..." Obviously reeling and a little turned on, Will stares at her, wide eyed. "That...that was nice."
"I thought it might get your attention," Madeline teases, as she leans in for another kiss. This one seems even more intense than the first, and soon, her hands are exploring Will's body, and unbuttoning his shirt. "I want you," she whispers, as she leans down to kiss his chest. "Will, I want you."
Momentarily, Will offers no objections, only savouring the moment, before he again looks down at Madeline and sees Olivia's face. He quickly pulls away from her. "No," he resolves quietly. "No, we can't. Not right now."
Madeline, stunned, stares back at him. "No? Why?"
"It's...it's a little soon. And..." Will feels his face reddening, and does his best to hide it. "I want our first time to be special."
"This is special," Madeline argues, her feelings a bit hurt that he would turn her down.
"I want something even more special," he whispers, as he leans in to kiss her gently. "I want it to be a night you never forget..."
Madeline pauses to consider his words. He's right; this is a bit too soon. "Okay," she agrees quietly. "But I don't know how long I can really wait..."
"It has to be perfect," Will repeats. "And it will be. I promise."
Scene Ten -- Twin Peaks Sun, Kim's office
"I wish she would just listen to me," Robbie laments, as he runs both hands over his face. "I know that she and Jeff are still grieving, but this is the wrong way to go about it."
"I know," Kim agrees sadly. "This is not going to solve anything. I just wish they could realize that."
"I've tried to - "
Abruptly, Kim interrupts him, pointing to the television. "Oh my God," she whispers.
On the screen, a young news reporter stands with Leah and Jeff. "I'm here with Leah Calimo and Jeff Claus, who organized this protest. What prompted you to come out today?"
Jeff holds up a photo of Noah for the camera. "This was our son. His name was Noah, and he was killed by Meggan Richardson. We're here today to take a stand and to ask for the death penalty!"
"Oh my God," Robbie whispers, burying his face in his hands. "I can't believe this."
"They are taking this way too far!" Kim exclaims.
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