Hayes smothers Rex until he is unconscious, and then kidnaps him. John figures out that Ivan is really Hayes Barber. Evangeline and Layla talk, and Layla tries to get her to leave town with her. Evangeline refuses to leave town. John puts a police officer on Evangeline. Hayes fills Marcie in on who he really is, and that he has Natalie. Hayes orders Marcie to go with him of he will kill Natalie. Spencer finds a liver for one of Lindsay's friends. Spencer asks Michael to assist him in the surgery. Kevin and Kelly make love, but then argue that Kevin had only come over there, and made love to her to keep Spencer from taking her away from him.
Kelly: What was that? Kevin: That was -- my legs are numb. Kelly: Mmm, seriously, what was that? Kevin: Oh, that was me finding you in the shower, and the rest is what I like to call history. I'm serious, it's like we were newlyweds again. Kelly: Yeah, but we're not newlyweds. We're divorced. So what happens now? Kevin: Oh, come on. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, ok? Let's just enjoy what's happening right now. [SCENE_BREAK] Spencer: He's a male, 47, drove his motorcycle off Llantano Mountain. E.M.T.s found him in full traumatic arrest, and this was after a big time night of partying. Michael: Yeah, I -- I know the case. He doesn't stand much of a chance, does he? Spencer: Dr. Moran seems to think he can save the guy. Michael: Dr. Moran thinks he's God. Spencer: Don't we all. Listen, I have got a fascination with neurosurgery. I'm going to observe on this one. Care to join me? Michael: Sure. Yes. I mean, if it's -- it's ok with everybody. Spencer: I'll make sure it is. Michael: You have to excuse me. It's just you've barely noticed me the whole time you've been here. Now you want me to work with you. What's different? [SCENE_BREAK] John: I know it's a face I've seen before. Bo: Ivan Potter could still be anyone, John. John: No, it's right there. Who are you? Bo: Why don't you take a 10-minute break? John: If we don't find who this guy is, Bo, Natalie's dead. Bo: Natalie's my niece. I want to find her as badly as anybody, but staring at the screen the way it is right now -- it's not going to make it happen. John: What am I supposed to do, huh? You want me to just walk away? Bo: No. Don't walk away. Take a break. Then you come back with a fresh set of eyes. John: Ah -- Bo: It's not a request, John. [SCENE_BREAK] Hugh: Hey. Marcie: Hey. We seem to keep running into each other. Hugh: Yeah, um -- Marcie: Oh, no, that -- that's just a club soda, I promise. Hugh: Ok. Oh, hey, I'm wearing the new shoes that you got me. Marcie: Oh, wow. They look great. I hope they're ok. Hugh: You kidding? They're better than the other ones. They're more comfortable, definitely cooler. You can hurl on any of my shoes anytime you want. A smile -- that's good. Marcie: You know, I think I'm -- I think I'm going to get going. Hugh: Wait, what's wrong? Is it -- is it me, or is it the hangover, or -- Marcie: No, no, it's not you, it's neither. You know, you really don't know me. You don't want to hear any of my problems. Hugh: Well, just tell me. Come on. Marcie: Ok. Uh -- well, it's this guy that I know. Is name is Rex Balsom. Most of the time we can't stand each other, but, I don't know, we seem to care about the same people. [SCENE_BREAK] Hayes: Hey, time to die, Rex. Hayes: Yeah. Mission accomplished. Now get over here and help me with him. Now it's your turn, Marcie. [SCENE_BREAK] Kelly: You know, I still sleep on my side of the bed. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I expect you to be here, in the bathroom shaving or something. I just miss you so much. Kevin: You know what I miss? I miss watching you get dressed. Kelly: Tell me something. Kevin: Sure. Kelly: How did this happen? I mean, how is it that you're here, today, making love to me? [SCENE_BREAK] Spencer: No, it's not that I haven't noticed you, Dr. Mc Bain. I just can't very well have it look like I'm playing favorites, now, can I? I mean, our work does come first and foremost. Michael: Oh, absolutely, it certainly does, and I didn't mean to sound -- Spencer: Don't give it a second thought. Lindsay: Michael? Hi. Have you seen my friend Candace Johnson? Michael: Candace Johnson -- Lindsay: She checked in last night. She needs a liver transplant. Michael: Candace Johnson. Lindsay: I got a call from her son, and she's taken a turn for the worse. They don't think that she's going to make it through the day if they don't find a perfect match. Spencer: Excuse me. Mrs. Rappaport, Spencer Truman. I met you at the benefit at the gallery? Lindsay: Oh -- yes, Dr. Truman. It's nice to see you again. Spencer: How are you doing? Lindsay: Me? I'm managing, but my friend isn't doing so well, and -- look, she's not only a great artist, but she's -- Spencer: No, I understand. Lindsay: She's a mother. Spencer: I do know the case, and we will find a match, don't worry. Lindsay: But all the doctors said that -- Spencer: I'm not the other doctors. Believe me, we will get her a new liver. Lindsay: Thank you. Spencer: You're welcome. I'll see you in the O.R.? Michael: Yes, doctor. You're very lucky. You know, I just read in a journal that Dr. Truman came up with a new technique for liver transplants. Lindsay: Well, do you think that he's going to really be able to find a match? Michael: Dr. Truman can do anything he sets his mind to. [SCENE_BREAK] Hugh: Do you care about him? Marcie: Oh. Um, I don't know. I -- I guess I'm just worried about him. Hugh: I mean, I know about Rex from the D.A.'s office. Marcie: Oh, right. Hugh: Around the station, I've heard about him. He's a real piece of work. Marcie: Yeah. Yeah, he can be a jerk sometimes. He's constantly causing problems, always making people angry and mad. Hugh: Is that what he did to you? Marcie: No, we just -- we both said things that we shouldn't have said, and then he apologized, and then I -- Hugh: What? Marcie: I think he's a little lost. See, my best friend, Jen -- you know, Jen Rappaport? Well, she was the love of his life, and now his sister, Natalie, is missing and -- Hugh: So call him. And then have a bite with me. Marcie: I don't get you. You had this gorgeous model on your arm last night at Ultra Violet. You ditched her. You completely ditched her to come to my rescue, and then I made an idiot out of myself. I threw up on your shoes. I don't -- why -- why are you being so nice to me? [SCENE_BREAK] Layla: I'm late, I know. Sorry. I was trying to get Antonio to come join us, but he was busy. Evangeline: Oh, that's ok. I'm actually glad you came alone. I have something for you. Layla: What's this? Evangeline: That's a one-way ticket back to L.A. Layla: I can't believe you, Vange. I come here to help you, and what do I get? A one-way ticket back to L.A., which is, like, the last place I want to be right now. Evangeline: Why? I thought you loved L.A. Layla: I want to be with you, my big sister. But I guess I thought we were closer than you do. Evangeline: Don't even start. Don't even go there. Layla: What am I supposed to think? It's like you rolled the red carpet out for me when I came here. Are you still mad about aunt Rita's funeral? It was pilot season and I was in the middle of callbacks. Evangeline: I was never mad about that. Layla: Why should you be? You were always her favorite niece. That's all I ever heard growing up. "Why can't you be more like your sister? Why aren't you doing this?" Evangeline: Layla, shut up. This is not about you or aunt Rita or anything like that. I have a serial killer after me. He was in my home last night, and I don't want you to become a target, too. [SCENE_BREAK] Officer: Here are the juvenile records you requested from Ivan Potter? John: Thanks. It's all here, Bo. Started a couple fires, killed a neighbor's cat. Bo: Right out of a textbook. John: Hmm. All right, let's see if this program finally has something for us. It's our best shot to get an after-photo of Potter. Well, this says they went out of their way to cover their tracks. Bo: That means he's been laying the groundwork ever since. John: I knew it. Bo: What is it? John: Look who it is. [SCENE_BREAK] [Monitor beeps] Doctor: Dr. Truman. Spencer: You mind if we observe? Doctor: No. No, not at all. Damn. Suction. Spencer: Is there a problem? Doctor: Clamp. Hemo stat. More suction. Second doctor: B.P. is down 80/40. Spencer: He's hemorrhaging. Doctor: This is arterial. Uh, get another unit of blood. We need to keep his pressure up. Spencer: Runs of v-tach. Doctor: I'm in charge here. This is my patient. Everything's covered. [Monitor flatlines] Second doctor: Amp of EPI going in! First doctor: No pulse. Start C.P.R. Second doctor: Another EPI. Michael: Shouldn't we do something? Spencer: You heard the doctor. It's his patient. I can't do anything. I don't think anyone could at this point. [SCENE_BREAK] Hugh: Since when is asking someone to lunch suspicious? Marcie: It's not, I guess. I'm sorry, I just -- I think I'm a little suspicious of everything these days. Hugh: Not without reason, but, trust me, it's just lunch. Marcie: All right. I'll call Rex if you get us a table. Hugh: Deal. Hayes: Hey, Marcie. I'm glad you're still here. I need to get you to sign those release forms for the Poirot prize? They're due into the selection committee by tomorrow. Marcie: Yeah, I don't care about that. Hayes: Marcie, you have to care. This could make or break your career. Marcie: Look, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to have lunch with Mr. Hughes. Hayes: No, Marcie, wait. I'm sorry about what happened with the other nominees last night. I'm glad that your friend here bailed you out the way he did. Hugh: Like I'm about to do right now. Hayes: Yeah, but, Marcie, are you going to let those other writers rip on you the way they did? You can beat them. You're -- you're just as good as they are, I know you are. You're better. Marcie: It doesn't matter to me. I don't want to have anything to do with it anymore. Thank you. [SCENE_BREAK] Layla: I figured you'd think of something. Evangeline: What are you talking about? Layla: Ever since I came to this town, you've been trying to figure out a way to get rid of me. Evangeline: It's like we speak different languages. A serial killer has targeted me, the same lunatic that tried to burn me alive and has Natalie stashed somewhere. My God! It could've you at my house last night. Layla: If it was me, I would've kicked his ass. Evangeline: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you would've. Layla: You may have had a few rounds in a boxing ring, but I've had three years' experience with tae kwon do. Evangeline: Tae bo and tae kwon do -- two totally different things, Layla. This is just like when we were kids -- Layla Williamson, the big talker. But this isn't a movie, honey. You don't get another take when someone is really trying to kill you. Layla: You know what else sounds familiar? Big sister trying to get rid of little sister whenever she comes around. Evangeline: Please, please, somebody help me. Layla: Is that it, Vangie? You using this serial killer excuse to blow me off? Evangeline: You are unbelievable. You turn everything around to be about you. Layla: Oh -- pardon me. This is so -- this is all because you are so worried about me? Evangeline: I am. Layla: Oh. Then why don't you just come out and say what you're really feeling? Evangeline: That's what I'm doing here. Layla: Ha! You? Come on. Like, when has that ever happened? Evangeline: All right, you want feelings? You want feelings? How about these -- terror, fear, dread? I am scared to death for Natalie, for John, for myself, and now for you. And you know what? I think I'm losing it -- no, I know I am, and I don't know what to do about it. How is that? How is that? I am freaking out! Does that make you happy? Is that what you want to hear? Layla: That's why I should stay. Evangeline: You are making it worse. If you don't want to go back to L.A., fine. Go somewhere else. But I won't be able to live with myself if you stay here and the killer gets to you, too. Layla: Ok. I'll leave. Evangeline: Ok. Layla: But I'm taking you with me. [SCENE_BREAK] Bo: Hayes Barber. John: Thanks. Forensics just matched Barber's prints to Ivan Potter's. We finally got him. Bo: Now, hold it, John. John: What? Bo: No, we got to do this right. The mayor is on us already. You know, we got -- we can't screw up. John: We got evidence, Bo. Bo: We don't have anything yet. All we know for sure is that Barber changed his face, he had a beef with Marcie in high school. It doesn't mean he murdered anybody. John: What do you want to do? You want to get a search warrant and go through his room again? Bo: No, forget the warrant. Barber's lawyer took care of that. No judge will touch it. John: Well, then what? Bo: My stepmother owns the Palace Hotel. Now, I don't think she would really mind if some of our guys just had a look around unofficially. John: Ok. I'm going after Barber. Say whatever you need to get him over there, but I'm getting Barber. In the process, getting us closer to Natalie. [SCENE_BREAK] [Phone rings] Hayes: Uh, Marcie? Uh, you know, don't mess up this opportunity for yourself. If you don't sign these papers, you're automatically disqualified from the competition. You let those creeps from last night win. Marcie: I don't even have the papers. They're in my room. Hugh: If this is really important, we can take a rain check on lunch. Marcie: No. No, but it's not. Hugh: Are you sure? Marcie: Well -- Hugh: I'd hate for my favorite author to miss out on something this big because of me. Hayes: And think about all of your other fans. I mean, maybe you don't care about this award, but they do. Don't you think you owe them at least that much? Marcie: Fine. All right, fine, ok? I will -- I really don't understand. It's not going to matter. It's not like I'm going to win it. Hugh: You don't know unless you try. So, a rain check, then? Marcie: Yes. Definitely. Hayes: So I -- I am going to go with you so you don't change your mind. Marcie: Ok. Hayes: Just give me one second, actually. I'm going to say hi to Ms. Williamson. I met her at the woman of the year ceremony the other night. Marcie: Ok. Hayes: Just one. Marcie: Fine. I'll be here waiting for you. Hayes: Uh, Ms. Williamson? Hayes Barber, Marcie Walsh's agent. I was at the ceremony the other night when you were kidnapped. Evangeline: What about it? Hayes: I just wanted to tell you how worried everyone was about you, particularly lieutenant Mc Bain. It's a shame that he couldn't have prevented it from happening. But I'm -- I'm glad that everything worked out for you, at least. Evangeline: Thanks. Layla: You had to be reminded? What a creep. Hayes: Ready to go? Marcie: Yeah, sure. [SCENE_BREAK] Kevin: What difference does it make why this happened, huh? I mean, it just did. And you know what? I'm glad it did -- shampoo in my eyes and all. [Kelly laughs] Kelly: I thought you were supposed to be at B.E. doing work. Kevin: I was. Kelly: So all those files and spreadsheets made you think of me? Kevin: Made me come running to you, actually. You can't be surprised by this. Neither of us can. I mean, this has been between us for a while now. I mean, I know I've been thinking about it. Kelly: I still don't know what it all means. Kevin: Ugh. It means -- uh -- an incredible afternoon for two people who used to love each other, maybe still do. Just don't question it. Kelly: I don't want to. Kevin: You know what? Ok, I have to be honest with you, before you hear about this from Blair or Dorian or anybody else. Kelly: What? Kevin: I didn't just come here today. Blair called me. Kelly: Why? Kevin: To tell me that I was going to lose you to Spencer. [SCENE_BREAK] [Monitor flatlines] Doctor: Stop C.P.R. does he have a pulse? Second doctor: No pulse. First doctor: Time? Nurse: Half-hour. Doctor: Uh, continue C.P.R. Spencer: Fractured skull, c-5 neck fracture? Doctor: I need your assistance. Let's try to pace him. Michael: Excuse me, doctor. Doctor: Up the milliamps. Michael: Rate is at 60. Doctor: Let me take over. Come on. I need some help. Spencer: Let him go, doctor. You've done everything you can. Let him die a good death. [SCENE_BREAK] Layla: Forget me. You take this. Go to L.A. You seriously need a vacation. Evangeline: I'll be all right. Layla: Oh, that's right -- serial killers target anybody, don't they? I've known you my whole life and I have never -- I mean never -- seen you have a meltdown in any way. Not even on your graduation when your pantyhose got stuck in your gown on your way to give your valedictorian speech. Evangeline: Thanks. Thank you. Thank you for reminding me of that. Now I feel great now. Layla: Or that time we met Denzel and you had spinach stuck in your teeth? Evangeline: Oh, even better, Layla. Layla: I'm -- I'm just saying you don't lose it, ever, for any reason. Evangeline: I can't leave here. I have clients, I have friends, and people who need me. Layla: Like you need me. If you don't go, Vange, I don't, either. We stay and deal with this together, like the dynamic duo. Evangeline: You're not hearing me, Layla. I was chloroformed, and then I was dragged off to some cellar. Then I was tied up, and I was set on fire. I still smell the smoke, I feel the heat, and I can't stop thinking about it. Every little sound, every sound I hear scares me. Footsteps behind me -- they stop my heart. I can't go back to my office because the killer was there. He slipped a note under my door when I was sitting at my desk. Layla, he broke into my home. He was there where I live! I cannot have you here. I can barely keep it together myself. [SCENE_BREAK] John: Ok, Barber's supposed to be on a plane to Chicago. Let's get flight manifests from the Llanview International to Chicago O'Hare. Bo: Barber leave town? John: No, it could be he's trying to create a false alibi or maybe trying to throw us off the trail. Anything come up on his room? Bo: Brody called in. They didn't find anything, but they're still looking. John: All right, all right. Well, I'm going to send some people over to his dry cleaner, all right? Maybe there's something that hasn't been cleaned. There might be something there that will lead us to Natalie. Bo: Remember, though, he's got somebody helping him. The evidence could point to the accomplice. John: We get Barber, we get the accomplice. Bo: If he's the killer. John: I'd stake my career on it. I'm going to put an A.P.B. on Barber. I'm also going to call the Chicago police in case he is on that plane. Then I'll try to get the judge to issue a warrant for arrest. Bo: No, I'll do that, ok? I'll talk to the mayor, too, make sure he stays out of our way. John: Thanks, Bo. Bo: Well, it's for Natalie. I just hope it's not too late. John: Yeah. [SCENE_BREAK] Hayes: You are not going to regret this, Marcie, but those other authors are. Can you imagine the look on their faces when they see you win the Poirot prize? They are going to be so sorry they didn't let you into their little clique. Talk about sweet revenge. Marcie: You know, I'm not into revenge, Hayes. Hayes: You should be. Marcie: Well, just because you are doesn't mean that I am, or anybody else is. Hayes: What, is there something wrong with it? Is something wrong with me? Marcie, you know -- you know, you never really did like me, did you, Marcie, when I was dissecting frogs? Marcie: What? What are you talking about? Hayes: You would never let me into the killing club, your killing club. So if you want to talk about revenge, yeah, yeah, I'm into it -- enough for both of us. Move it along. Nothing to see. Hayes: So why do you think I wanted to be your agent so desperately? Because you wrote some fabulous book? Because you're some hot, new writer? Though, I have to say I did feel cheated that you left the fat freak out of your novel. Although, why would that surprise me? You left him out of everything else. Marcie: Oh, my God. Hayes: "Oh, my God, oh, my God." Are you starting to remember, Marcie? The geek in high school that you spent a year avoiding? Pretending to be fascinated by something in your locker, hoping that that narrow door would hide you from me as I came tubbing down the hallway with my greasy hair and my pizza face, asking for your chair to be moved in science class so you didn't have to be my lab partner. What was it about me that grossed you out? Was it my experiments on animals? Or was it just me? Marcie, what was it exactly about me that wasn't good enough for your killing club? Marcie: Ivan? Hayes: Yeah, Ivan. Ivan, Ivan Potter -- the fat, pathetic loser. Well, it's payback time. [SCENE_BREAK] [Monitor flatlines] Spencer: He had a "do not resuscitate" order in his wallet. You're violating that. Doctor: "D.N.R." Does not always apply in a surgery. I am not going to let this patient die. Get out of my O.R.! Spencer: I understand your need to try to save him, doctor. You need to bring him back. You care about your patients. We all do. But even if you could save him, he'd be so severely brain damaged. He'd have no cognizance, no awareness -- nothing. What kind of life would that be? You've done everything you can, doctor. We've all witnessed it. Let him go. Doctor: Time? Nurse: 50 minutes. Doctor: Mark it. Time of death, 5:18. [Monitor turns off] Michael: You did the right thing. Spencer: Yeah, well, it's never easy. [SCENE_BREAK] Kelly: So let me get this straight. You come over to my house uninvited, you -- you let yourself in, you barge into my shower, all because Blair told you that you were going to lose me to Spencer? Kevin: Ok, maybe that's what got me here, but that's not why this happened. Kelly: Oh, I think it was! I think you were trying to stake your claim, mark your territory. Kevin: Oh, come on, that's not true. You wanted this just as much as I did. Kelly: Maybe, before I knew what was behind it. Kevin: There's nothing behind it. It's just me wanting to be with you, and you wanting to be with me. Kelly: Yeah, well, you've wanted me a lot more since Spencer has shown up. You've really turned it on, you know, made your move, now that someone is actually attracted to me. Kevin: Ok, you know what? I'm guilty, ok? I realized that -- that I could maybe lose you for good. I mean, is it so wrong to find out what you really mean to me? [SCENE_BREAK] Officer: Lieutenant, I checked every flight to Chicago. John: And Barber's not on any of them, right? All right. I just got off the phone with one of his bodyguards. He told them he didn't need them anymore. Now, my guess is he's still in town, he's about to make a move. I need a cop on Evangeline Williamson. Will you take care of it? Thanks. John: Evangeline? Evangeline: John. Hey. John: You ok? Everything all right? Evangeline: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm at Rodi's with my sister. John: Is Hayes Barber there? Evangeline: Why? John: Just tell me, is he there? Evangeline: Uh, not anymore. He was here. He left a while ago. John: Alone? Evangeline: No. I think he was with Marcie. [SCENE_BREAK] Marcie: Where is Natalie, Ivan? Hayes: That's right. Ivan, Ivan, Ivan Potter. "Ivan the terrible," you used to call me, you and your group of friends with the killing club -- the only club in school that accepted geeks and freaks and losers, except me. Right, Marcie? I was too big a loser, even for you. Why? Marcie: Because there was something wrong with you, Ivan, and I was right about you then, and I am right about you now. Hayes: Well, except when you chose me to be your agent, right? Then you were too blinded by ambition to see anything but what was in it for you. Marcie: No. No. Hayes: Oh, yes, Marcie! Bad choice of representation. Of course, with you it's just been one bad choice after another, hasn't it? Rejecting me in the first place when you were, what, prom queen? Miss Popularity sitting at home on Saturday night plotting out the murders of all the cool kids, you and your sick little group of friends. Marcie: We weren't sick, Ivan. You are sick. Hayes: Yeah, but you could've helped me. Don't you see the difference it could've made if you cared? If you tried to be my friend, if you accepted me? But you couldn't even -- you couldn't even give me a crumb, could you? Not till I changed the way I looked, not till I look like I do now, even though it almost killed me trying to get this way. Marcie: That's why you kept picking away at my looks? Just picking at me? Why? You -- you wanted me to turn into something that I'm not? Making me fit into smaller clothes and -- and get plastic surgery? Hayes: It doesn't feel good, does it? Marcie: I -- I can't even believe that you've been planning all of this. Hayes: And it took years to plan. Let me tell you, Marcie, I wasn't sure how I was going to exact my revenge, but then I heard that you're writing this book. Marcie: You were keeping tabs on me? Hayes: So when I heard you finished, I got myself checked into the hospital, and your boyfriend, Dr. Michael Mc Bain, introduced us. Then from there, everything just sort of fell into place -- Hudson Prescott, Julie Tanaka, that little waitress girl at the diner who I thought was Natalie Vega. Marcie: Where is Natalie? Hayes: You want to see her? Marcie: Yes. [Phone rings] Hayes: Whoa, hey. Answer it, Natalie dies. Your choice, Marcie. [SCENE_BREAK] Lindsay: You found a liver match for my friend. How? She's been waiting for months. Spencer: Miracles do happen. I'll be doing the transplant myself as soon as she's prepped. Lindsay: I can't thank you enough. I really just don't know how I would thank you, and I know I don't have to tell you this, but I can't lose another person in my life right now. Spencer: I understand. Look, don't worry about it. Go spend some time with her. Tell her I look forward to seeing her work on the walls of your gallery. Lindsay: I will. Thank you. Spencer: You're welcome. Lindsay: Well, you were right. You were right. Everything about him -- he's amazing. Michael: Tell me about it. Lindsay: See you. Michael: See you. Dr. Truman? I was wondering -- do you think it would be possible for me to observe the liver transplant? Spencer: I can't have you observing. Michael: Oh. Spencer: Not if you're going to be assisting me. [SCENE_BREAK] Evangeline: All right, thanks. Thanks -- thanks for letting me know, John. Layla: You're amazing. How do you do that? Evangeline: Do what? Layla: One minute you're puddling all over the floor, and the next you're totally pro and together with John. I'd give my soul for talent like that. I'd nail every audition and be up for my second Oscar. Evangeline: You are amazing. Is everything make-believe in your world? Layla: I'm not as shallow as you think. I get things. Evangeline: What things? Layla: You, for one. Evangeline: Hmm, mm-hmm. What, do you have some special power to see deep inside my soul? Layla: You're patronizing me. Evangeline: Sorry. Layla: You always used to do that when somebody got past that cool, calm, magnetic front of yours. Evangeline: Well, I'm not all that cool and calm today. Layla: That's because you're talking to your little sister who knows you better than anyone -- another reason I should stick around. Evangeline: You are relentless. Layla: Listen to me, sis. You have been through hell, and you need help -- me. And I'm not going to let nobody -- I mean anybody -- mess with my sister. Evangeline: Mm-hmm. And just how do you think you're going to stop a killer, Layla? Layla: Who's talking about the killer? I mean John Mc Bain. [SCENE_BREAK] John: Marcie, it's John again. Call me when you get this message. Bo: You think Barber has Marcie? John: Evangeline said she saw them together. I'm not taking any chances. Let's have backup 10-85 us at Marcie's. [Cell phone beeps] Hayes: Persistent, aren't they? You're making the right choice. You're learning. Marcie: I can't -- I can't -- I still can't believe it. Hayes: What? Marcie: That you've been planning this ever since we were in high school. Hayes: Oh, my formative years, Marcie. Do you think that people like me are born this way? That there's some evil gene lurking inside of us that suddenly pops out to create a monster? The Ivan Potter's of the world need to be nurtured, tended to like -- like a garden of poisonous flowers. You know, childhood provides the seeds, and schooling provides the fertilizer, and then finally we bloom into an all-consuming vessel of rage that can only be calmed by inflicting as much pain as possible onto the people who made us this way -- and then a little bit extra for good measure. Marcie: Ivan, I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you in high school, but I was a pretty messed-up kid myself. Hayes: Too late for that. Marcie: No! No, Ivan. Ivan, it's never -- it's never too late. What do you -- what do you want from me, Ivan? What do you want? Hayes: Now, that -- that is a very complicated question, Marcie, and we are running out of time. Marcie: All right. Then what do I need to do to save Natalie? Hayes: Save Natalie? Why -- why is that any concern of yours? I gather that you don't even like Natalie, but Michael does, though. Marcie: I don't see what that has to do with anything. Hayes: Well, if it were me, Marcie, if I were the one being given an opportunity to eliminate a rival for my lover's affections, I wouldn't hesitate, not for one minute. Marcie: Well, I'm not you. Hayes: I know. Marcie, I know you're not me, but let's move on to our other choice, shall we? Do you stay here and, after I leave, call the cops and hope that they find me miraculously before Natalie dies, and who knows how many other people? Marcie: Or what? Hayes: Or do you come with me, without putting up a fight, without -- without trying to alert anyone? Marcie: If I come with you, how am I going to know that Natalie's still alive? Hayes: That's a chance you're going to have to take. Marcie: How am I going to know that you're not going to kill me? How am I going to know that you're not going to kill some of my other friends? If I go with you, how is that going to stop any of these other killings? Hayes: But, Marcie, you can't -- you can't know any of those things for sure. That's part of the fun. Ok, what you do know is that if you stay here, people will die. And if you come with me, maybe they'll die, maybe they won't. It's your choice, Marcie. What's it going to be? [SCENE_BREAK] Spencer: Kelly, Spencer here. Yeah, listen, I hate to cancel our lunch on such late notice. I've got a liver that just came up for a patient. I'm doing the surgery myself. Kelly: Oh. Don't worry about it, Spencer. It's no problem. Spencer: Can I get a rain check? Kelly: Sure. Yeah, of course. We will have lunch together soon, I promise. Bye. Kevin: So that's my answer? I guess it's not enough for you that I don't want to lose you. Kelly: Kevin, the only reason why you're interested in me is because someone else is. If that person is no longer a factor, then where does your interest go, really? You needed someone else to, what, prove to you that I'm worthy of your love? Kevin: Oh, that's such a load of crap. You've been using Spencer for weeks to make me jealous. Now it works, and you're upset about it? Kelly: What? Kevin: You know what? This is just an excuse for you to distance yourself from me, and that's what you're going to do no matter what I say. [SCENE_BREAK] John: Marcie? Marcie, you here? All clear. Bo: No Marcie. John: Or Barber. If he was here, he's gone. Bo: Let's hope he didn't take her. John: Knock on doors, ask some questions, check the roof, then over to Rodi's. I want everybody interviewed that might've seen Barber or Marcie there. [SCENE_BREAK] Hayes: Here we are, Marcie. Marcie: Where are we? Hayes: Oh, you'll find out soon enough. Marcie: No, no, no, you don't have to keep doing this, you know. We could -- we could get you help. I can help you. Hayes: Shh, Marcie. There's no time for that now. Ahem. We're home. Marcie: Is this -- is there where you got Natalie? Hayes: Hello, everyone! Look who finally decided to join us! The killing club is finally complete. My kids are great. [NEXT_ON] Tess: Buzz me in. I have a surprise for you. Antonio: Rex -- the last time anyone saw him he was here with Marcie and the killer. John: Hell, Barber's not going anywhere until he gets what he wants. Hayes: We're entering the final chapter and, let me tell you, it'll be a real page-turner.