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Thursday, July 24, 2003 On yesterday's show Henry told Katie that he had something for her from Simon. He left to go get it. Next thing we know Jack is dragging him into the interrogation room at the police station. "Attica! Attica!" cries Henry in protest. Jack and Margo tell Henry to sit down and shut up. He complains that this is harassment, "When did Oakdale become a police state?" He asks if this is about "me parking my jag into the handicapped spot." Margo asks him if he's heard from Simon. "Simon? No. No, of course not. I swear on my antique martini shaker, not a peep," answers Henry. Jack says he doesn't believe him. "You don't believe - that's a real shock, that is. Kids, kids, I am not hiding anything, okay?" insists Henry. Jack and Margo threaten to search him "down in the hole." "The hole? You know what? No, actually here is just fine. It's fine for me? But what about two-ish? Because Katie's expecting me," says Henry. He suggests they do this over drinks at the Lakeview sometime. He tells Jack not to be rough, because he can afford a good lawyer this time. "Last chance, Henry. Hmm? Come on, empty your pockets, or we spend a night in the hole," threatens Jack. Henry complains that this is an invasion of privacy, and Margo tells him he should file a complaint. "All right, fine. Fine, here it is," says Henry, showing them Simon's letter. "Okay? But this is for Katie's eyes only. This is Pandora's box, Detective Hughes. Now you open this, and you could break Katie's heart forever." Margo asks if the letter is from Simon, and Jack encourages her to open it. Henry admits that the letter is from Simon, who gave it to him the night he left town. "And you've been keeping this from Katie all this time?" asks Margo. Henry says he only did it because Simon asked him to. Margo asks where Simon is. "I - I don't know, okay? I don't know. And if I'm not telling the truth, may another ace never fall my way," swears Henry. Jack asks Henry why he never gave the letter to Katie, she's been so miserable. "I know, I know, okay? I know. The poor kid. I thought maybe she would get over it. And then - and then Mike comes along. And I thought the big shoulders, the square jaw, a few lonely nights - you do the math," explains Henry. Margo asks Henry why he wants to give it to her now. Henry says that he realized Katie is still broken up about it, "She went a few rounds with a bottle of wine, and the wine won - TKO." "Oh, no, why is she drinking? She knows that she's not supposed to have more than one or two glasses," says Margo worriedly. "What reasons do you want? Mike is here. Simon is God knows where, and she is caught in the middle, Margo. She is stuck between loving Simon and getting back to the land of the living," says Henry. "And you thought that this letter would help?" asks Margo. "Couldn't hurt. So, look, why don't you just hand it back over, and I'll forget all the Gestapo tactics, and my civil suit will never see the light of day," promises Henry. "No, the party's not over yet, Henry," says Jack. "Really? I thought I just heard last call," says Henry. "You know what? This letter doesn't bother me so much as the fact that you had it all this time, and you get to decide whether my sister sees it or not," says Margo. Henry says it was Simon's decision, not his, "He asked me to look after her, and I have." "From Vegas?" asks Jack. "Uh, a new paint job and new plumbing does require some money," says Henry. Margo again asks Henry why now. "Well, guys, I'm no Dr. Phil, okay? But any fool can see that Katie either needs to go and find Simon, or she needs to kiss his Aussie accent good-bye once and for all, or she will never, ever be happy again. So you tell me, Margo, all right? You give me the letter and let me go back to the cottage, or we let Katie drag her chin on the ground for the rest of her beautiful life." Margo decides to call Katie, she asks her to come down to the station. While waiting for Katie Henry asks, "Hey, what's the chance I could get a ham and cheese on an onion bagel?" Margo says she wants to open the letter, technically it's evidence. "What, you trying to ease the old conscience, Margo? You know, if Simon wanted you to read it, he'd have sent you a copy," points out Henry. "Shut up, who the hell do you think you are?" barks Jack. "Can he talk to me like that?" wonders Henry. Jack tells Margo to open it, and Henry asks what she'll tell Katie if she does. "Well, you know what, I'll just decide that later on. 'Cause now, what she doesn't know won't hurt her, huh?" says Margo. She opens the letter and begins to read it. Peeking over her shoulder Henry asks, "Where is he? What's he doing? Does he mention me at all?" Jack pushes him away and Henry yells, "Get off of me!" The news must not be good because Margo says she's going to lock the letter away in the evidence room. "No, wait a second, wait a second. I promised Katie!" protests Henry. Jack tells Margo he'll do it. "No, hold it, hold it. Wait a second, now wait a second. I played nice, here, okay, I've given you what you wanted. But if Katie doesn't get something from me soon she's gonna tear into me like a hound from hell," says Henry. As he's talking Katie and Mike walk in. "Oh, Katie bird!" exclaims Henry. Katie asks Henry why he didn't come straight back to the cottage, and Jack says it's his fault. "What did he do, jaywalk?" Mike tells Henry to show them what he has. "You said you had something from Simon?" Katie reminds him. "Did I?" says Henry innocently. "Henry!" says Katie impatiently. Henry admits that yes he did, but now he doesn't. "All right, you've got about two seconds until I - rip your head off," says Katie angrily. "One second," adds Mike as he heads toward Henry and Jack holds him back. "Okay, don't hit me, now. Look, he took it - and she has it," says Henry. "A 'dear Katie' letter from Simon. Look, he told me to hold onto it, and give it to you when I thought the time was right, and now I think the time is right, but Nick and Nora here snatched it from me and they want to put it into the saved and lost and never found," explains Henry. Katie asks Margo what he's talking about. "See, yeah, they always shoot the messenger," mutters Henry. "That could be arranged," says Jack agreeably. "Where's the letter?" asks Katie. "Come on, Margo, what if it was Tom, could you live the rest of your life not hearing his last words to you?" "Look, honey, it's not that I don't want you to see it," says Margo gently. Katie asks how bad it could be, and Margo hands her the letter. "I haven't seen his handwriting in so long," says Katie, clutching the letter. She asks Margo if she read it and she admits that she has. "And?" asks Katie. "Honey, there is nothing in that letter that changes anything," says Margo. "How can you say that? Simon said the most hateful things to me before he left. And I didn't believe him, but if this letter can just help me understand why he just took off," says Katie hopefully. "But it won't. He loves you. Let's just leave it at that," suggest Margo. But Katie can't do that. She asks Margo to read it out loud, "I just need to hear someone's voice read the words to make them real. Please, Margo." When Margo doesn't take the letter Katie asks Mike to do it, "for me." He reads the letter:
Katie breaks down crying in Mike's arms. Jack takes the letter and Katie asks him what he's doing with it, she wants to keep it. Margo explains that they need it. "Why? Henry, it's mine," begs Katie. "I'm sorry, they beat me to the punch," says Henry. Jack tells Katie they need to hold onto it, but they'll give it back as soon as they can. Katie asks why she can't have it now. "Uh, this is where I exit. See you at home, buttercup," says Henry, kissing her on the forehead and leaving. Jack and Margo explain that they found Bartleby's body and they think Simon killed him. Katie is thrilled at the news because it proves Simon still loves her and only left to protect her. "Simon is not dead. And I know what I have to do now. I have to find my husband and spend the rest of my life proving how much I love him." Mike and Margo try to talk Katie out of searching for Simon. Jack returns and announces Interpol thinks they have a lead on Simon. The search begins. Today’s episode was directed by Ellen Wheeler and written by Judith Donato.
Transcripts from TVMegaSite Henry: Attica! Attica! Jack: Sit down. Henry: This is harassment, okay? This is -- Margo: And shut up! Henry: When did Oakdale become a police state? Jack: Zip it! Henry: Okay, wait. Time out, time out. If this is about me parking my jag into the handicapped spot -- Margo: Have you heard from Simon? Henry: Simon? No. No, of course not. I swear on my antique martini shaker, not a peep. Jack: I don't believe you. Henry: You don't believe -- that's a real shock, that is. Kids, kids, I am not hiding anything, okay? Jack: Maybe we should search him. Margo: Yeah, but not here. Down in the hole. Jack: Good. Henry: The hole? You know what? No, actually here is just fine. It's fine for me? But what about two-ish? Because Katie's expecting me. Jack: You know what? This has been a lot of fun, Henry. Henry: We'll do, like, drinks at the Lakeview, later, huh? Not so rough, okay? Because I can afford a real lawyer now, all right? Margo: That's good, Henry, because you may need one. Jack: Last chance, Henry. Hmm? Come on, empty your pockets, or we spend a night in the hole. Henry: This is invasion of privacy. Margo: You should file a complaint. Henry: All right, fine. Fine, here it is. Okay? But this is for Katie's eyes only. This is Pandora's box, Detective Hughes. Now you open this, and you could break Katie's heart forever.
Margo: Is this letter from Simon? Jack: Open it, Margo. Just open it. Henry: No, no, no! Yes, okay? It's from Simon. He gave it to me the night he left. Margo: And you've been keeping this from Katie all this time? Henry: Look, he asked me to hold onto it. Margo: Where is he? Henry: I -- I don't know, okay? I don't know. And if I'm not telling the truth, may another ace never fall my way. Jack: Why would you not give this letter to Katie? She's been miserable for months. Henry: I know, I know, okay? I know. The poor kid. I thought maybe she would get over it. And then -- and then Mike comes along. And I thought the big shoulders, the square jaw, a few lonely nights -- you do the math. Margo: Why now? Henry: Because when I got home, I saw that she was still pretty broken up about it, and I thought the letter might help. Jack: What happened when you got home? Henry: She went a few rounds with a bottle of wine, and the wine won -- TKO. Margo: Oh, no, why is she drinking? She knows that she's not supposed to have more than one or two glasses. Henry: What reasons do you want? Mike is here. Simon is God knows where, and she is caught in the middle, Margo. She is stuck between loving Simon and getting back to the land of the living. Margo: And you thought that this letter would help? Henry: Couldn't hurt. So, look, why don't you just hand it back over, and I'll forget all the Gestapo tactics, and my civil suit will never see the light of day. Jack: No, the party's not over yet, Henry. Henry: Really? I thought I just heard last call. Margo: You know what? This letter doesn't bother me so much as the fact that you had it all this time, and you get to decide whether my sister sees it or not. Henry: No, no, that was Simon's call, not mine. He asked me to look after her, and I have. Jack: From Vegas? Henry: Uh, a new paint job and new plumbing does require some money. Margo: All right, so why now show and tell? Why? Henry: Well, guys, I'm no dr. Phil, okay? But any fool can see that Katie either needs to go and find Simon, or she needs to kiss his Aussie accent good-bye once and for all, or she will never, ever be happy again. So you tell me, Margo, all right? You give me the letter and let me go back to the cottage, or we let Katie drag her chin on the ground for the rest of her beautiful life.
Henry: Hey, what's the chance I could get a ham and cheese on an onion bagel? Margo: You know, I really think I should open it. Jack: Katie's on her way. Margo: Yeah, but you know, technically it is evidence, and technically, I should review it. Henry: What, you trying to ease the old conscience, Margo? You know, if Simon wanted you to read it, he'd have sent you a copy. Jack: Shut up, who the hell do you think you are? Henry: Can he talk to me like that? Jack: Margo, open it! If it's too rough, we file it away. Henry: And what are you going to tell Katie? Margo: Well, you know what, I'll just decide that later on. 'Cause now, what she doesn't know won't hurt her, huh? Henry: Yeah, mum's the word. Where is he? What's he doing? Does he mention me at all? Get off of me. Margo: I'm gonna -- I'm gonna take this down, lock it away in the evidence room. Henry: No, wait a second, wait a second. I promised Katie! Jack: No, Margo, let me do that. I'll put it with the Shears' file. Henry: No, hold it, hold it. Wait a second, now wait a second. I played nice, here, okay, I've given you what you wanted. But if Katie doesn't get something from me soon she's gonna tear into me like a hound from hell -- all right, now what's up -- oh, Katie bird. Katie: Hey! Why didn't you come straight back to the cottage? Jack: Uh, that -- that was my fault, Katie. Katie: What did he do, jaywalk? Mike: Show us what you got, Henry. Katie: You said you had something from Simon? Henry: Did I? Katie: Henry! Henry: Okay, yeah, I -- I did, but I don't. Katie: All right, you've got about two seconds until I -- rip your head off. Mike: One second. Henry: Okay, don't hit me, now. Look, he took it -- and she has it. Mike: Has what? Henry: A "dear Katie" letter from Simon. Look, he told me to hold onto it, and give it to you when I thought the time was right, and now I think the time is right, but Nick and Nora here snatched it from me and they want to put it into the saved and lost and never found. Katie: What is he talking about, Margo? Henry: See, yeah, they always shoot the messenger. Jack: That could be arranged. Katie: Where's the letter? Come on, Margo, what if it was Tom, could you live the rest of your life not hearing his last words to you? Margo: Look, honey, it's not that I don't want you to see it -- Katie: Really, Margo -- how bad could it be? Margo: See for yourself.
Katie: I haven't seen his handwriting in so long. Margo: Oh, Katie -- Katie: Did you read this? Margo: Yes, I did. Yes. Katie: And? Margo: Honey, there is nothing in that letter that changes anything. Katie: How can you say that? Simon said the most hateful things to me before he left. And I didn't believe him, but if this letter can just help me understand why he just took off -- Margo: But it won't. He loves you. Let's just leave it at that. Katie: I can't "just leave it at that." That's like pretending Simon never existed. [Katie sighs] Oh, I've got to read it. Mike: You okay? Katie: Read it out loud. Margo: Katie, please -- Katie: I just need to hear someone's voice read the words to make them real. Please, Margo. Mike: Katie, sit down. Katie: Mike, read it, please. Mike: It's not right. Katie: Just please. For me? Mike: "My darling Katie, as you read this letter I am far away, but my heart is with you now and forever. Not even the sun burns brighter than my love for you. I'm sorry for the awful things I've said. I'm sorry for trying to deceive you, but it was the only way to save your life. Don't try and find me. You'll want to. I know how you are. But please, you mustn't, my love. There are no answers, no reasons for why this has happened to us. There will never be a happy ending in our beautiful cottage because I am a marked man. By the time --" Katie: What? Mike: "By the time you read this, I will be dead. But not even death can destroy our love. Please forgive me. All my love, Simon." [ Katie crying ]
Katie: What are you doing with it? Jack, I want to keep it. Margo: No, honey, we need it. Katie: Why? Henry, it's mine. Henry: I'm sorry, they beat me to the punch. Jack: We just have to hold onto it. As soon as we can, we'll give it back. Katie: Why not now? Henry: Uh, this is where I exit. See you at home, buttercup. Mike: Jack, what's goin' on? Katie: Simon's not dead. It's not like you have to investigate anything. Margo: Well, it sounded like Simon knew his fate. Katie: No, he was just lying so I don't follow him. Simon's not dead. Everything in that letter, I believe the opposite, except for the fact that he loves me. I know that's true. Margo: Well, there's more. Jack: No, let's wait. Katie: What? No! If it has something do with Simon, I want to know. Margo: Um, do you remember Simon's friend, the Australian who came to Oakdale just before Simon left? Katie: Yeah, Bartleby. Margo: Bartleby Shears. Well, it seems like he had a huge rap sheet. Interpol faxed us a list of priors. Jack: He came to Oakdale to ask Simon to run a con with him. Margo: And if he didn't, Shears was going after you. Katie: So we find Shears. We arrest him. He's gotta know where Simon is or something about him. Margo: Shears is dead. Jack: We think Simon killed him -- Margo: In self-defense. Jack: And then he left town. Katie: Simon killed Bartleby? That is the best news I've heard in months! This is incredible. Do you know what this means? It all makes sense now. Yeah, you take that evidence and you lock it away safe and sound because you know what? It proves that Simon loves me. It proves that the only reason he left me was because he wanted to keep me safe. And now he's somewhere alone. Jack: With a bunch of Shears' men on his trail, if they haven't found him already. Katie: No, Simon is not dead. And I know what I have to do now. I have to find my husband and spend the rest of my life proving how much I love him.
Katie: Okay, we gotta start thinking like Simon. Mike: Slow down. Katie: I can't slow down. Simon needs me. Mike: If Simon needed your help right now, he wouldn't have had Henry hold onto that letter for months. Margo: Yeah, you're putting him in more danger by trying to track him down. Mike: Exactly. Katie: Or I could divert those apes my way. Mike: No, that's not an option. Margo: No, mike's right. No. Katie: You guys are talking like I have a choice here. I don't. Simon can't come back home, so I have to go to him and find a new home. Mike: Where? Katie: I don't know! The outback, the jungle, up a tree -- it doesn't matter. Margo: It does matter, Katie! You're in no shape to make a decision right now. Jack: I just heard back from Interpol. They have a tip. Mike: About Simon? Jack: Yeah. They think they -- think they picked up Simon's trail. Katie: Yes!
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