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Monday, January 30, 2006
Today’s episode was directed by Michael Eilbaum and written by Elizabeth Page.
Transcripts from TVMegasite Barbara: I told you it was a mistake to allow that woman in here. Jennifer: Mom, she's gone. Barbara: And to let her to speak at my son's funeral when she's the reason that he's dead? Henry: Emily appears to be overcome with grief. Barbara: What are you doing here? Jennifer: Mom. Henry: It's okay, Jennifer. Emily asked me to escort here, because she was afraid it might be too much for her. And apparently, it was. Even Meg had to leave. Barbara: I know you, Henry Coleman. You're an opportunist. Are you trying to cash in on my son's death by romancing Miss Stewart? Minister: Could we continue with the service? Barbara: Remember this, all right? My son did one good before he died -- he dumped that woman. Dusty: Barbara, the minister would like to continue. Barbara: I am sorry. I am sorry, reverend. Please, please, continue. Minister: Let's try to focus on Paul and how much he loved his family. This family that needs to be healed -- and I can think of no more fitting tribute to your son than for us all to come together in love and forgiveness. Paul: I need to stay. I need to find out if my family's all right. Emily: That's Paul. That's his voice! Meg: Fine. It's your funeral. Paul: Oh, very funny. Meg: Yeah. Paul: Where're you going? Meg: You know what, you're on your own. I am not conspiring with a dead man.
Emily: Excuse me, Meg. Meg: Is the service over? Emily: No. Did you see him? Meg: Who? Emily: Paul. I heard his voice. Meg: Emily, what are you talking about? Paul's dead. Emily: Meg, I heard his voice. Meg: There was a homeless guy out there talking about his family. Emily: What were you doing outside? Meg: I went to check on my car lights. I thought I left them on. You know why you think you heard Paul's voice, don't you? Guilt. Emily: Guilty? What am I supposed to be guilty about? Meg: According to his mother, you're the reason Paul's dead. Emily: You were listening to Barbara? Meg: Look, I'm not the one who feels guilty here. Barbara claims that you alienated his affections? Conspired with him to keep little Johnny from Jennifer? Which I'm also guilty of. And you made him feel so lousy about himself that he called the wedding off and -- Emily: And what, Meg? Meg: Well, the cops are saying it was a suicide. Emily: Because it was. They did tests. Meg: Right. Henry: Hi. You two ladies having a chin wag? Meg: Emily seems to think that she heard Paul's voice. Henry: From on high? Emily: I heard his voice, Henry. Meg: Henry, since you seem to be Emily's new best friend, or best last hope, I think you should take her home and give her some help. I'm sure your mother has a whole list of qualified therapists. I think she needs some help managing her feelings about Paul's untimely death. Henry: I have a better idea. Lots of drinks with little umbrellas.
Henry: Now, are you going to be a good girl? Because Henry's not very happy with you. Emily: Give me the drink, Henry. I am not in the mood. I never should've gone to that service. Henry: No, what you never should've done is run screaming down the aisle. Might as well have pinned a sign to your dress that said "I shot Paul." Emily: Would you be quiet? You keep it up, and I'm asking for adjoining cells. Henry: Whoa, whoa, you know, for a hardened criminal, you're not very optimistic. Emily: Optimistic? Henry: Yes. You have to assume you're going to get away with it and then do whatever it takes. Emily: Like giving a eulogy for the man that I shot? Henry: Whatever it takes, Emily. Emily: That's assuming I killed him. Henry: Mmm. Emily, Emily, please. You did not hear Paul's voice. The man's dead. Emily: Maybe. Henry: May -- oh. You know what? Okay, okay, let's assume that he's alive and he came back to his own funeral, but he stood in a place where only you could hear him. And then he did what? He climbed up a tree? You shot him. You killed him. There was no breathing, there was no pulse. Emily: I don't know if there was a pulse. I mean, he looked dead. I mean, there was lots of blood. Henry: Yeah, and then you pushed him off a cliff into a river. Okay? He's a rag merchant, and he's not an Olympic athlete. He's dead, right? All right? Emily: I don't know. I just don't know.
Henry: I know you loved him. I know. And you're angry at him because he broke your heart, and you feel guilty because you shot him. And so I can understand why he'd be on your mind. You miss him. Emily: I do miss him. Henry: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course you do sweetie, come here. I know. And it makes sense, psychologically, that you think you see him, or you think you hear him. That's why I wouldn't worry about it. Emily: That's what Meg said. Henry: That's decent of her. Emily: No, it isn't. I think she knows something. Henry: How could she possibly know something? Emily: Because she said something to me. She said something to me about "feeling guilty" and I called her on it. And she said it was something about the whole baby thing. And yes, I feel very guilty about that, and so does she, but there was something more than that, I can just feel it. It was the way she looked at me. Henry: Can I just say something? Can I say something really quick? You don't take rejection very well. We have proof of that. And I think maybe because she doesn't like you very much, you're just overreacting. Emily: Maybe. Or maybe she knows something. Henry: That Paul's dead? Emily: Or that Paul's alive.
Henry: Emily, I thought we both agreed that Paul is dead. Emily: Fine, fine, he's dead. Or he isn't. Look, I don't know, but Meg knows something, Henry. Henry: Yes, okay, maybe she's just pushing your buttons, sweetie. Emily: I'm telling you, it's more than that. Henry: Okay, okay, fine. Maybe she knows that you killed him, or maybe he's living in that tree by the church. The point is, why would she want to protect you? She hates you, she hates Paul, why not get her cousin to turn you both in? Emily: I don't know. Henry: You don't know. Look, she's upset, you're upset, I'm upset. Well, actually, I'm not that upset. Emily: Henry, why was she at the funeral? Henry: I don't know. Why do you care? Emily: Why do I care? I care because I don't want to get caught any more than you do. And if Meg Snyder knows something, or thinks she knows, then we're going to have to take care of her. Henry: Take care of her? The way you took care of Paul?
Henry: So, anyway, Meg -- you're saying that she saw you shoot him? Emily: I don't know. Henry: You don't know? Emily: No. Henry: Well, you know that no one was following you, and I'm pretty sure that Paul didn't want anyone following him. And I don't think that Meg is much of a picnicker. So, what would she doing out in the woods? Emily: I don't know, Henry. Henry: And why isn't she blackmailing you? That's what I'd do. Emily: No, because that's what you and I do. That's us. Other people twist the knife for the sheer fun of it. Henry: Then let her have her fun. Emily: And then what? Just when we get to relax, she turns us in? She's did it before. I'm telling you, she did it before. She waited months to tell dusty the truth about the baby. The woman is a loose cannon, I tell you. Henry: Maybe, maybe, maybe. Emily: Well, so we need to find out for sure. And that's where you fit in. Henry: What do you mean that's where I fit -- me? Emily: Yeah, you -- the private eye. Henry: No, no, no, no, no, no, I'm a poker player, and I'm an ex-husband and I'm a lover of pimentos, but my P.I. Days are over. Emily: Oh, no, no, no, they're back. And we are gonna follow Meg. And we are gonna tap her phone. And we are gonna open her mail. Henry: Oh, okay. And then what? Then what? Oh, god. Emily: If she's onto us? We shut her up for good.
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