NY NY (new york new york) Final Season

by cardiff1984

The 31 episode conclusion sees shocking revelations, affairs, murders, family feuding, sexual encounters, twists and turns, blasts from the past and new characters that bring the show to a dramatic end. There are flashbacks to Harry high school years of which sees the mysterious death of his parents. The truth will be revealed by the series end.

23. Episode 135

Episode 135: Loves Inception And Present Grief.

1978/79 Flashback Guest Appearances:
LAURA VANDERVOORT as Felicity Mason
EMMA BELL as Fallon Mason

SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE BY:
KIRSTEN DUNST as Gloria Lang

Friday 9th February 1979, Hex-Ville, Upstate New York. Dominic arrives home, where he receives a phone call from Manhattan. It's Charlotte. He is so pleased to hear the voice of the girl, who aided him after he was injured in New York a few weeks earlier.
'Charlotte, what a surprise,' Dominic joyfully answers. 'I didn't think I would hear from you again after we last saw each other.'
'Just because we live over two hundred miles away, doesn't mean we live forever apart,' Charlotte adds.
'I didn't make the best of impressions, when we first met,' Dominic says.
'You know what your first words were? Charlotte said.
'Can't say I do,' Dominic confusingly raises his eyebrows.
'Of course how silly of me, ha ha,' Charlotte chuckles. 'I told my name was Charlotte. And you replied, 'I'm pissed.'
'Really?' Dominic frowns. 'I guess Greg Mcquire made me a bad influence of me.'
'Well, I wanted to let you know, that our few hours together, made me realize, that there was more to our long conversation here those weeks ago and I'm glad we exchanged numbers,' Charlotte explains.
'Does that mean you want to see me again?' Dominic queries.
'Of course it does,' Charlotte smiles. 'You're not as geeky as everyone thinks you are kind sir.'
'I don't know if I can make it to New York again anytime soon,' Dominic sighs frustrated.
'That you don't have to worry about,' Charlotte insists. 'I've told my parents that I'm going to Long Island with friends for the weekend and they're covering for me. Looks like I'm headed to the suburbs.'
'Have you anywhere to stay?' Dominic wonders.
'Don't panic I'll make sure we're discreet, a motel of course,' Charlotte assures.
'Charlotte?' '
Yes?'
'Why me? What I mean is, out of all the guy in the city, why choose me?'
'Your my kind of guy and I think you need me just as much,' Charlotte figures.
'You don't know how warmed I am to your words,' Dominic appreciates.
'Well, be seeing ya.'
'What time are you arriving? Where shall we meet? Dominic asks.
'I'll surprise you.'
'Bye.'
'Bye my love.'
The two hang up and Dominic heads up to his bedroom and dances around in excitement. He is going to spend a weekend with city girl. Then he feels a tweak in his back, as he aggravated his injury from being hit in New York. He sits on his bed and spots Bethany walking up the opposite street, who has abuse thrown at her from local gangs in their car.
'Why don't you go drive off a ravine you assholes!' Bethany curses.
Dominic lays back on his bed and stares at the ceiling smiling to himself. He feels the luckiest young man alive.

Monday 20th January 2003, Francis Bay, Long Island. Dominic stands opposite to the café, looking at the 'missing' poster of Charlotte, who has been gone over a week. What he and Deloris don't know, is that she was brutally murdered by the Francis Bay Killer in their basement. It has been driving Dominic insane and he has approached Bethany about his missing wife, but she has denied knowing about Charlottes fate. Also scattered across the state are missing posters of Christopher Wilson, who's fate remains a mystery. Dominic is so guilty for allow things to escalate, the way they did. He feels that he is responsible for allowing his son to die years earlier and to bring pain to his wife. He fears her disappearance is down to a suicide or she has gone walk about. He refuses to believe she is dead, but how long can brazen Bethany keep the truth. Dominic leaves the lamppost and returns to the café,, which has remained closed for a whole week, only to see Deloris putting up the open signs. Deloris is still in tears, is completely oblivious to the second weekend previous, revelations. Dominic turn the sign back to closed, as Deloris continues to pull chairs off the table onto the floor. Dominic attempts to stop her.
'Deloris, what are you doing?' Dominic intercepts.
'I'm opening up,' Deloris answers, trying to ignore her fathers hint. 'We can't keep a home, if we don't run the café.'
'Deloris, feeding people won't keep you occupied from your grieving,' Dominic reminds his daughter.
'Daddy, will you just let me be?' Deloris cries
'No, I won't,' Dominic refuses. 'I'm your father, you need protecting.'
'Daddy, I'm twenty two years old, not twelve,' Deloris argues. 'Mom is gonna be found safe and well, I know it.'
'I don't doubt that for a minute,' Dominic agrees. 'But, that's no excuse for you to be so stubborn.'
'And I wonder where I got that from,' Deloris sighs.
'Deloris, I mean it, stop what you're doing,' Dominic orders, as he attempts to snatch cutlery away from her.
Deloris turns to not allow him to.
'I can take care of myself,' Deloris snaps.
'Deloris?' Dominic raises his voice.
'I said, I want you to leave me the f*** alone!' Deloris screams.
Deloris grabs a mug and throw it towards Dominic and he ducks out the way. Deloris is shocked by her actions and Dominic quickly embraces his heartbroken daughter. Outside across the street, Bethany looks on and hears the anguish of Deloris.

Metropolitan Medical Center, Manhattan, NYC. Abraham has remained in a coma for over a week and still no change in his condition. Doctors have allowed two months until a decision is made, on whether to let Abraham pass away. Elaina is not determined not to give up. Outside the hospital, CNN report on Abraham's condition. 'Abraham Carlisle aged 36 still remains in a deep coma following a hit and run a week a go yesterday in Saratoga Springs. The international hero who disarmed a nuclear warhead in a Manhattan subway almost a year ago, shows no change yet of regaining consciousness. Many citizens have given their deepest sorrow and handed prayers , as well as gifts and flowers to the grieving wife, Elaina Carlisle, who is almost twenty four seven by her police lieutenant husbands beside. Mr Carlisle has been remembered for his heroics and they have been duly appreciated as many supporters, hope for a miracle. It's unknown who caused Lieutenant Carlisle's deliberate attack and why. Mrs Carlisle is not up for comment. Their son is staying with a relative.'
Citizens outside hold up banners in support and screaming for justice, for Abraham's attacker to be caught. Elaina stands looking out the hospital window down at the warm giving's city is doing for Abraham and herself. It's overwhelming. Elaina knows the truth on what happened in Saratoga Springs, but has no intension on revealing anything to the press or the police. Elaina has no incline where Christopher or Eric Lance could be. Emma is also worried for Christopher. Emma enters Abraham's room and embraces Elaina.
'I can't believe the support you have had,' Emma says.
'Neither can I,' Elaina replies. 'It's so heart warming.'
Emma turns and approaches Abraham, who's remains in critical condition, with Life support giving hope. She touches his hand.
'How is he?' Emma asks.
'Same as before,' Elaina acknowledges. 'He won't give up that easily. It's not his style.'
'Do you think he knows we're here?' Emma wonders.
'I don't know,' Elaina shrugs. 'Be nice if he did. Any news on Christopher, since he called you?'
'Nothing,' Emma answers. 'Lance has gone off the radar. I'm like you on the edge.'
'On the edge of what, being the grieving widow?' Elaina said. 'Not likely.'
'The car they found abandoned just outside of Francis Bay was the one stolen by Chris, he was more or less close to home and just like that, he vanishes again,' Emma explains. 'Where in Gods name happened to him between the time he called me and when the police found the stolen vehicle. He wanted to meet up with me over fifty miles away and he doesn't show. Maybe he didn't have enough courage to trust me in the end and ran.'
'Well, he sounded desperate to have faith in you, as well as him needing you to have faith in him, otherwise why call you?' Elaina adds.
'Yeah true,' Emma frowns. 'Whatever it was he wanted to tell me, sounded really vital.'
'Probably to do with Lance...or Harry?'
'I just hope he's OK. I still care about him.'
'So do I.'
'Even though he kidnapped and threatened you and Andy?'
'He's just a misguided twenty three year old man,' Elaina figures. 'He'll come home when he's brave enough.'
'I hope so, I have had nothing but lectures and blame from Benjamin Bates since last week,' Emma sighs.

Francis Bay, Long Island. Rebecca returns home from a walk out, as Harry and Benjamin share a quiet discussion near the estuary. This annoys Rebecca, but she suspects they are discussing Christopher's whereabouts. Rebecca is about to head inside, when Harry looks round and see's her heading in.
'Hey you, where you sneaking off to?' Harry calls.
'I saw you two were getting cosy, so I thought I wouldn't darken the moment,' Rebecca sarcastically speaks.
'We're just talking about Christopher, that's all,' Harry points out.
'Oh yeah, Christopher,' Rebecca grunts.
'Does "oh yeah, Christopher," kind of sound like I don't give a shit?' Benjamin snaps.
'Alright Benjamin that's enough,' Harry orders.
'You didn't give a shit about poor Deloris, when you set up that orgy,' Rebecca counters.
'Didn't see you complaining,' Benjamin reminds Rebecca. 'But, then again did you have a choice?'
Rebecca remembers Benjamin blackmail, into revealing her true identity if she didn't participate in the orgy set up, and poor Deloris was the one heartbroken.
'You are one bitch, BB,' Rebecca argues.
'Oh look at me I'm f***** shaking,' Benjamin grumbles.
'Go hook yourself a shark and jump in it's mouth.'
Rebecca again is about to turn away, when Harry stops her.
'OK, you two that's enough,' Harry orders. 'Benjamin go home, we'll have a much more mature conversation later please. And before you have another tantrum honey, a friend of yours has stopped by, she's in the kitchen.'
'Who is it?' Rebecca raises her eyebrow.
'It's a surprise, she insisted,' Harry claims.
'Not another skeleton in the cupboard is it?' Benjamin laughs walking back to his cabin house.
'Ha ha funny, yeah, I'm laughing look,' Rebecca gives the middle finger and Benjamin glances round.
'I just hope your friend, hasn't heard this embarrassing altercation,' Harry rolls his eyes.
Rebecca heads into the house and into the kitchen and is shocked to find Gloria Lang drinking coffee.
'Surprise,' Gloria grins.
'Yeah, say that again.'

Bethany is leaving work at the bank, on Francis Bay Harbour, when she accidently bumps into Dominic, who has Deloris by his side. Bethany freezes momentarily, knowing what really happened in the tragedy of Charlotte King. A beloved wife and mother, cruelly taken in the most brutal of circumstances by the Francis Bay Killer, whoever it is? What's worse, is that Bethany has known about the murderer ever since the Wilsons moved to Long Island from the city. Bethany then embraces Deloris, as Dominic cannot believe her nerve, but he holds his by looking out to sea.
'How you holding up?' Bethany asks.
'I just want her to come home,' Deloris cries. 'I know she's OK, I know it.'
'Of course she is, she's probably just got lost and found a safe haven somewhere,' Bethany brainwashes.
'Yeah, you're right, Bethany's right isn't she Dad?' Deloris tugs on her fathers jacket.
'C'mon cupcake, lets go,' Dominic feeling urgent to go.
'Daddy, Bethany was just being nice,' Deloris said.
'Whatever, lets go,' Dominic ignores, taking his daughter by the arm and dragging her away.
'Bye,' Deloris waves.
Bethany nods, but then quickly runs to her car and round the other side and throws up.

Rebecca is still shocked to find Gloria Lang, a former friend from just a few years ago. Gloria still remembers Rebecca as Alicia, and Rebecca is fearful that her true identity will get out one day and it has come extremely close, when her birth mother, Clara showed up, before she was tragically murdered by the Francis Bay, Killer, almost a month ago. Rebecca goes to make a fresh cup of coffee for both herself and Gloria, but the plug socket has blown. Gloria insists it's not a problem.
'I'm sorry, that I did what I did, but we got on so well, before you left Rick and Florida,' Gloria says.
'Surprised you went to all the trouble to follow me here,' Rebecca replies taking a seat. 'But, I guess it's means so much since...since uh...'
'You can say it Rebecca,' Gloria interrupts. 'I've got cancer and there is absolutely nothing that can be done.'
'Gloria, I'm devastated for you, how awful,' Rebecca sighs. 'Your family must be heartbroken.'
'I don't have that much family or that many friends,' Gloria explains. 'In case you did forget, my mother died when I was eleven and my father ran off with a waitress to Rio, five years ago and haven't seen him since. I haven't been that close to any cousins or aunts or uncles. Ever since my late teens, I been very much on my own.'
'Look, I apologise for being so defensive last week at the hospital, you caught me off guard,' Rebecca points out.
'You don't have to worry, I didn't come to expose you, I came here because I would like to spend time with somebody I loved, before I die,' Gloria states.
Gloria don't say that,' Rebecca pleads.
'Yeah, it's Morbid I know,' Gloria acknowledges. 'But, I can't deny that it will happen.'
'May I ask what type?...'
'Brain Tumour, I have between three to six months,' Gloria informs. 'Although it may exceed before that.'
'So young, you're only what twenty two?' Rebecca guesses.
'Dying is a part of life, Rebecca.'
'What is it about people dying in my life, first Mom, then my uncle, Linda and my...' Rebecca cries.
'Your Mom?' Gloria questions.
Rebecca is hesitant. Rebecca was referring to Tina as her mother, a woman whom she never met and supposedly tragically perished in the September 11th attacks on the World Trade Center. But, Tina was never her mother. Rebecca was about to refer Clara as her real Mom, but then stopped.
'Can we stop there and change the subject, lets talk about something else, something positive,' Rebecca suggests.
'Why did you do it?' Gloria begins.
'Do what, run away? Rick was a prick,' Rebecca grunts.
'That's not what I was talking about...Alicia,' Gloria whispers.
'Don't ever call me that,' Rebecca warns.
'In case you didn't hear me right, I was whispering,' Gloria sarcastically replies.
'Not up for discussion do you hear? Or you can leave right now,' Rebecca demands.
'But, you're making a fool out of a man, who thinks you're his daughter,' Gloria realizes.
'It's not like that,' Rebecca insists.
'Harry is Rebecca Craig's real father, Gloria reminds Rebecca. 'Rebecca was the girl who supposedly drowned when you were young.'
'You're very forward for a dying girl, you know that,' Rebecca answers.
'Ouch, that hurt.'
'Look I shouldn't have said that, but the talk about my secret makes me very uneasy and guilty.'
'You must love Harry very much?'
'Yes I do, God knows what will happen if he knew the truth.'
'Who's Linda?'
'Oh, just a close friend of the families,' Rebecca lies.
'Did you ever consider finding your birth parents?' Gloria continues to pursue.
'Enough talk about me, it could get very boring how about you?' Rebecca avoids.
'Well, what can I say?' Gloria continues. 'What you see is what you get. A tragic end to what began as a promising future. You and I we're more alike than you think. I may not hold the big secret you have, but being alone, can drive you to the point where your life comes to a shuddering halt and you don't know whether to jump or search for a second chance. You got yours, all I need is a consolation. Your sin will go to my grave. I forgive you for running away, without saying goodbye, because I want to say goodbye properly. I don't want to die alone, I'm scared.'
Rebecca is brought to tears by Gloria's speech and pulls Gloria into her arms and they embrace. Benjamin notices the two girls sharing a hug in the kitchen, from outside his cabin house. Bethany then returns home from work and spots HER son staring at the kitchen window. Bethany frowns and approaches him.
'You know, you'll create more suspicion if you keep getting up close and personal, what's got you occupied this time, honey?' Bethany queries.
'Your Ex part time lover, has a friend in the kitchen,' Benjamin said.
'Another interference?' Bethany rolls her eyes.
'Not sure,' Benjamin shrugs.
'Oh by the way, bumped into Dominic and Deloris a few minutes ago.'
'Holy shit, that must've been intense as well as awkward.'
'Good job, you're keeping a low profile then,' Bethany hints.
'Meaning?' Benjamin frowns
'Benita hasn't returned.'
'I don't need to keep a low profile mother, it's Benita that the public need to be worried about. Right?'
'Of course, Mommy's baby boy,' Bethany smirks, kissing him quickly on the lips. 'You seen Harry?'
'Probably gone to see Dominic and Deloris,' Benjamin suspects.
'OK, well, I guess I'd better go check out this friend of Rebecca's then,' Bethany breathes.
Bethany heads into the house the camera closes in on her.

Saturday 10th February 1979, Hexville, Upstate New York. Bethany is doing the washing, as her mother is laid out drunk on the sofa. Carla enters the living room, dressed in skimpy clothing and very heavy makeup. Bethany looks glumly at her older sibling.
'F*** me, I didn't know the circus was in town,' Bethany laughs.
'Don't forget to hang yourself out to dry, will you Beth sweetheart?' Carla counters.
'What exactly do you achieve by humping Hank Willis and Jeff Wilson?' Bethany groans.
'It's what I'm good at,' Carla claims. 'You're only good for one thing, pining.'
'I'm not pining,' Bethany denies.
'Oh please, you haven't stopped beating the "I'm in love with Harry Wilson," drum for God knows how long,' Carla suggests.
'Like you don't have the hot's for him.'
'All the girls want Harry, he's such a dish,' Carla grins. 'But you, your love is a dying one.'
'He's with Tina, he's always loved her,' Bethany tuts.
'And that pisses you right off.' '
I have nothing against Tina.'
'Except maybe her father, your father,' Carla notes.
'Billy Mcquire won't acknowledge that, Bethany reminds Carla. 'Can't believe neither Tina or Greg know about me, let alone Audrey. '
'You don't need an asshole father like that,' Carla insists.
'And I don't need a whore for a sister,' Bethany wines.
'At least I'm still here,' Carla argues.
'Yeah, only because you haven't found anywhere better. If you found the perfect chance to ditch us, you'd do it.'
'Now you're talking complete nonsense,' Carla thinks. 'Listen, since the lab explosion, you've been hurting over Harry, but don't forget the hero that saved your life. Why don't you give Dominic a call, will give you a chance to catch up. Let him fill you in on his and Greg's all nighter in Manhattan a few weeks ago. Never know, he might take you next time.'
Carla exits the house.

The parents of Rosaline Mack are still in disarray over the disappearance of their beloved daughter, who has been missing for nearly two weeks. Missing posters have been put up on almost every corner in the suburbs of Hexville. A few have even been placed across New York City, 260 miles south of Hexville. Albert Kray gives his much support to the Mack family and he promises he will do whatever it takes to track down their offspring.

Harry and Tina take a stroll through Hex-Ville park, as Harry reads the missing report in the newspaper.
'This is really bad, how could this happen?' Harry sighs.
'I know, mind you she has been one for doing disappearing acts and always had the knack to avoid confrontation,' Tina replies. 'Wasn't she in your Music and Drama class?' Harry queries.
'Yeah, when she decided to turn up, she always claimed she never missed a class. Either I'm blind or she's invisible,' Tina explains. 'Well, wherever she is, I hope she's OK,' Harry says.
'You don't think somebody took her or?...' Tina negatively suggests. '
No, God forbid, lets hope she's just pulled a stunt like your brother and Dominic did and went to Manhattan for a little vacation,' Harry whispers.
'Somebody must know something,' Tina figures.

Jonathan Wilson sits in Bucks Diner staring profusely at Rosaline Mack's missing poster. He knows he and other part time connections to Project 'Gemini' based in the area 51 of Nevada, were responsible for Rosaline's disappearance. In steps Albert Kray and he orders a coffee and notices Jon in a world of his own and he sits opposite him.
'Hey, Jonathan buddy, you're in a world of your own there,' Albert points out.
'Oh hey, there Albert, sorry, I was just thinking,' Jonathan informs. 'How's it coming along finding that poor girl?' Jonathan asks. 'I'll tell you it's a mystery man,' Albert answers. 'I don't know about her parents, but it's got me tormented.'
'It's not my place to ask, but was their any hints to her disappearance, like background?'
'She did have a tenancy in not turning up to lessons, but weird thing is, she always claimed she never missed a class and was always on time with her projects,' Albert states.
'Maybe, she copied from other students,' Jonathan thinks. 'From what I was told, students and teachers that queried her absence from class, saw that she had her work complete straight after lesson. You can't copy work that fast within sixty seconds, can you?'
'Are we talking paranormal activity here?' Jon tries not to laugh.
'I certainly hope not, but it's not just happened at school, it's happened at home too, there is something seriously not right here, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it,' Albert promises, as the waitress brings his coffee.
'Good luck,' Jonathan raises his cup.
'I don't think I should be the one telling you this, but the towns people think highly of you but Jeff, is the snag' Albert begins. 'You've built homes, you've given great comfort and advice to friends, you know between right and wrong. If Jeff sets a good example between now and next year, you could be in for a big challenge.'
'Big challenge?' Jonathan sternly acknowledges.
'Mayor Perring is retiring, hint has it, he wants you to run for mayor, Albert claims.
'Me? For Mayor? Jonathan chuckles.
'Even Otto thinks you're the perfect acquisition to succeed Perring,' Albert tells Jon.
'I don't know what to say,' Jon gasps.
'Don't say anything, it's between you and I and don't tell Mary. This will put Harry's future in perspective as well as your own. You will deserve it.'
Albert finishes his coffee and heads to the door and turns to face Jonathan and gives him the thumbs up, before exiting. Jonathan sits shocked by Albert's suggestion. His dilemma has got even more complicated. He has got himself involved in unavoidable kidnapping and criminal work and he has been offered the best chance to do good in his life. Jon again looks at Rosaline's photo will tremendous guilt. Sat behind Jon on another table, a thirty something year old man, has overheard Jon's and Albert's conversation and sits smug as he looks out of the window.

Dominic calls in the flower store to buy flowers for Charlottes visit from the city. He sees that Audrey is behind the counter and he gets a bit nervous, seeing as he and Greg went on a drinking binge in Manhattan a few weeks back. He approaches the counter cautiously but she doesn't seem too uncomfortable by his presence.
'Hi Mrs Mcquire, is OK for me to...?' Dominic tries to ask.
'If you come to apologise, you don't have to, but it was a stupid thing to do,' Audrey points out.
'I total agree, very immature,' Dominic agrees.
'And you're not twenty one either, Mr King, so you nor my son should have been drinking,' Audrey adds.
'Look it's none of my business, but it seems Greg's drinking stems from his father...'
'Your right it's not your concern my love, but thank you for showing concern, but if you want to remain a friend to Greg, don't pry on him. It's a family matter anyway,' Audrey warns. '
'My lips are sealed,' Dominic accepts. 'You work weekends?'
'Only today, my assistants gone to a wedding, happy bloody days huh?' Audrey rolls her eyes.
'What flowers do you recommend for a first date?'
'Oh, who is the lucky lady?' '
'Somebody I met from the city, she's really nice. Her names Charlotte, but I don't want my parents to know just yet,' Dominic explains.
'I see,' Audrey raises her eyebrows.
'Erm, tell what flowers are traditional in England? What flowers did Mr Mcquire get you on your first date?'
'He actually got somebody to pick Scottish Thistles for me and have them delivered to me in London,' Audrey informs.
'What are they like?' Dominic wonders.
'They're purple and can be prickly, but he made sure they were delivered safely. Probably the rarest nicest thing he's done. There is also the Welsh Daffodil, or Daises as well as Roses. Tell you what I'll do, since we don't sell, Thistles, I'll give you one of each. A Welsh Daffodil, a few Daisies, really nice ones and of course, the English Rose,' Audrey kindly offers.
'Thank you Mrs Mcquire, how much?' Dominic smiles.
'Your appreciation is just fine, now scarper before she does,' Audrey grins. Dominic shows his appreciation by planted a kiss on Audrey's cheek and exits.

Monday 20th January 2003, Francis Bay, Long Island. Benjamin interrupts Rebecca and Gloria's conversation in the kitchen. Rebecca feels uncomfortable by his presence, but Gloria gets butterflies in her stomach, when he enters and lays a big cheesy grin on him.
'Well, hello handsome,' Gloria cheerfully smiles.
'Hi,' Benjamin nervously replies.
'Fed up of your own company, already?' Rebecca sarcastically acknowledges. 'I would be.'
'Are you talking about me, or about yourself, Becks? Benjamin grunts.
'Touchy, aren't we?' Rebecca tries to provoke.
'Actually, I came to fix the plug socket, you nearly burnt the house down with. Bethany sent me over,' Benjamin informs.
'Oh aren't you the night in shining armour, please don't let me stop you,' Rebecca insists.
Benjamin glances at Gloria and proceeds to fix the plug socket. Gloria stares for a prolonged period of time, as Benjamin starts to work in the kitchen. Rebecca gives a stern look at Gloria, and finds it annoying that Gloria finds Benjamin attractive.
'He's a good looking guy,' Gloria whispers. 'I'm surprised you never considered...'
'Believe me, he's not my type,' Rebecca interrupts. 'Take my advice, he's a snake.'
'If I didn't know any better, I swear you had a thing for this guy,' Gloria suggests.
'Not even in a billion different life times,' Rebecca denies. 'Like I said, don't be fooled by the tall, dark, blued eyed hypnosis.'
Gloria then looks at the clock and then to her watch.
'Oh, my goodness, I didn't realize I've been here that long, Ali...Rebecca,' Gloria corrects herself, as Benjamin takes note of Gloria's clanger.
Rebecca looks round and catches Benjamin overhearing, but Benjamin then smugly smiles and gets back to work on the blown out socket.
'You don't have to rush off,' Rebecca encourages. 'Why don't you stay for dinner.'
'That's nice of you, thanks,' Gloria appreciates. 'I bet you'll be glad to see the back of me.'
'She gets no complaints, when Emma turns her back on her,' Benjamin chuckles.
'Benjamin why don't you do something useful like put your tongue in that plug socket?' Rebecca moans. 'In fact consider something more sensitive.'
Gloria then realizes the tension between both Rebecca and Benjamin and grabs her hand bag. Rebecca escorts Gloria to the driveway and to her car. Rebecca embraces Gloria, who feels she had connected with Rebecca strongly again, after a few years apart.
'I'll be here for you,' Rebecca promises. 'And if you require me, when you have Chemotherapy, I'll won't hesitate for a moment to be by your side.'
'You're still the best Rebecca, really you are,' Gloria tearfully states.
'If you'll accept my second offer for dinner, I'd like you to meet Emma,' Rebecca proposes.
'Does that mean, you trust me? I may have a brain tumour, but I'm not losing my mind just yet. I won't make you feel uncomfortable in front of Harr...I mean your Daddy. I'm your friend and hopefully mine,' Gloria said.
'Friends forever,' Rebecca winks.
Gloria and Rebecca again embrace, as Bethany looks on from the bedroom window. Gloria hops into her car and Rebecca tells Gloria she will call her, after exchanging phone numbers. Rebecca lowers the thin curtain and is surprised to see Benjamin standing in the doorway, with a screwdriver in hand.
'She knows about Rebecca,' Benjamin bluntly suspects.
'What about Rebecca?' Bethany frowns.
'That girl, she almost called your beloved step daughter, Alicia,' Benjamin claims.
'I thought as much, Harry did say, that Gloria was a friend from Rebecca's teen years,' Bethany sighs. 'The poor girl is dying and it will become apparent that she will not be in the right state of mind.'
'Who gives a shit, Rebecca will be the least of our worries, if Gloria blows her cover by accident,' Benjamin curses.
'In case it slipped that cunning mind of yours son, I love Rebecca,' Bethany seethes. 'And if Gloria does start saying what I hope she doesn't, then we'll pass it off as the affects of her cancer.'
'Do think that if Rebecca's true identity did ever get out, that she would have nothing to lose, by exposing your connections to the Cosmos.'
'The only connection I had to that Organization, was my sister. But, no thanks to the now departed lover of Rebecca, Linda Perry, she informed my step daughter that I made an appearance at the secret hideaway at Wall Street and put me across as a high ranked conspirator of the society, when Carla allowed Vincent Simpson to let me in on the secrets of Carla's criminal project,' Bethany explains. 'And to answer your question, it has crossed my mind.'
'It's been a week, Christopher is still classed as missing,' Benjamin points out.
'Can you deal with it?' Bethany touches Benjamin's arms.
'I love him,' Benjamin says.
'Sorry you feel that way, I'm sorry you had to let go.'
'Easy for you to say...Did Benita...you know?'
'You really don't know do you?'
'Benita, has had a hold on me since I was in that institution,' Benjamin sobs. ' Every time I look in the mirror, I feel like she is watching me. And both you and Carla have used her to your advantage to control me. I believe you love me Mom, but Benita needs to hide for a while, because you never know, it could be curtains.'
Bethany kisses Benjamin on the forehead.
'Carla isn't here no more, and Benita has been careful. As long as you're identity is safe, then nothing else can go wrong.'
'But, what if I lose control, like I have done, the last few months.'
'Then I guess, Benita will have her killer instinct, not the loving kind you had.'

Harry and Dominic share a coffee in the downstairs café, which is still closed. Dominic sits staring down at coffee mug, stroking the handle. Harry sits with his hands and arms firmly on the table, as the anxiety for Dominic becomes unbearable. Dominic stands up and walks down the aisle between seats, as Harry continues not to take eyes off him. Suddenly, Dominic belts the Coffee mug across the counters and it shatters. Harry remains calm, to allow Dominic to explode in anger. Dominic then takes his place on a stool and slowly gets his composure. Charlotte is declared missing, and unbeknown to Dominic, that his wife, was murdered by Bethany, who's husband is present with him.
'I hope Deloris didn't hear that,' Dominic tries to relax. 'She let off steam like that earlier.
'Dominic, it's understandable,' Harry assures.
'But, why? Why, after all this time?' Dominic worries.
'Does this have to do with James?' Harry queries.
Dominic glances his eyes to his friend, knowing that it was Bethany that caused the death of his son, to help Dominic with insurance.
'Since it happened, Charlotte blamed herself and ever since then, she's had these lapses of depression, anxiety, sleepwalking and mental breaks, now I fear it's worse,' Dominic panics.
'Everyone in town is praying for you,' Harry comforts. 'F.B.P.D are pulling out all stops and the Mayor is shocked by the latest disappearance.'
'You've all been kind,' Dominic appreciates.
'I'll ask Bethany to stop by...' Harry begins to suggest.
'No!' Dominic snaps, catching Harry off guard. 'Sorry, maybe some other time. I may need to catch up on a few days sleep. I'll call her...How's the missing case on Christopher going?'
'No leads, Benjamin is in uproar about him and Emma is guilty,' Harry informs.
'Can't say, I feel sorry for the big bad Bates,' Dominic shrugs. 'Or Emma, considering how they humiliated my daughter in the city.'
'Well, if it's any consolation, Rebecca hates him as much as you do now.'
'You know, I was thinking this morning, about the first trip Charlotte took to Hex-Ville, back in 1979,' Dominic begins.

Dominic starts telling Harry of the time Charlotte went and visited Dominic in Hex-Ville, twenty four years previous.
'I didn't know, Charlotte came to see you,' Harry says. 'You kept that one quiet.'
'Nobody was supposed to know, not even Mom and Dad,' Dominic replies.
'And there's me thinking you met Charlotte after leaving Hex-Ville,' Harry states.
'It wasn't serious at first,' Dominic claims. 'But, I knew we were meant to be. It helped by your ex mothers flowers.'

Saturday 10th February 1979, Hex-Ville, Upstate New York. It begins to snow. Dominic stands with flowers at the train platform, awaiting Charlotte Matthews to arrive. Her train arrives on time and when he sees her face to face, he gets butterflies in his stomach. Charlotte hurries over to him and gives him a big hug and a quick peck on the lips.
'Wow,' Dominic smiles. '
Those for me?' Charlotte points at the flowers Dominic had brought for her.
'Yes, he..her...here you go,' Dominic nervously acknowledges.
Charlotte smells her flowers, she is livened by the smell of beauty from them. She is overwhelmed that Dominic would go out all stops to impress her. 'You shouldn't have gone to all this expense,' Charlotte chuckles. 'Thank you.'
Dominic hesitates for a moment, before pretending he did pay for the flowers, when in fact Audrey let him have the flowers for free.
'How was your trip?' Dominic asks.
'Anxious,' Charlotte answers.
'To see me?' Dominic guesses. Charlotte flickers her eyelashes as he is drawn into her blue eyes. Dominic blushes as he tries not to tense.
'You know I've felt the same way,' Dominic said.
'I bet,' Charlotte grins. 'Would you like to go for a walk, get a bite to eat?' Dominic offers.
'I am starving, you know I could eat like a pregnant woman right now,' Charlotte suggests.
'As long as you don't get stomach cramps later,' Dominic laughs. 'OK, then Cinderella your carriage awaits.'
'If you brought your car, we could just go to a drive in if that's OK?' Charlotte figures.
'Oh, when I meant your carriage awaits, I was trying to make it sound...you know?' Dominic awkwardly tries to explain.
'Oh, Dominic what are you like? I'll just hold onto your arm and the gorgeous flowers you bought for me.'
'That's a good idea, wouldn't want you taking a slide on the ice. Hey, wanna build a snowman?'

Hank finds it difficult to restart the car, with the sudden abrupt blizzard that has just arrived in town. Jeff offers Carla a cigarette and lights her up. Carla is a little pissed off, but Jeff manages to contain himself, as Hank hits the steering wheel in frustration. 'Did the Met Office warn us of this late bullshit?' Hank moans.
'Not that I know of,' Jeff sighs.
'You know if any cop pulls overs and offers a lending hand, I hope it's Kray,' Hank sighs.
'Nobody can prove this car as stolen, since we've refurbished it, like the others,' Jeff assures.
'It's f*****g freezing,' Hank curses. 'The heater has balls' d up, we're stuck in a blizzard, that a five year old could have predicted and you two are trying to suffocate me.'
'Well roll down the window then,' Carla points out. '
'Couldn't you just warm me up hot stuff?' Hank pleads.
'If I didn't know any better, I swear you've deliberately set up a breakdown prank, so you two can find an excuse to seduce me,' Carla accuses.
'Hey, now wait a minute, I'm a man of principal, I don't take advantage of beautiful women smoking in the back of my car,' Hank lies.
'Me neither,' Jeff denies. 'Say, Harry and Tina are like two peas in a pod aren't they?' Carla changes the subject.
'OK Carla, you win, you have ruined the f*****g mood,' Hank snaps.
'I'm sorry that my brothers happy,' Jeff tells Hank.
'Really?'
'Well, not for Harry or myself, for you,' Jeff teases.
'You are such an asshole, Wilson,' Hank slates.
'You said it.'
Hank jumps out the car in anger and slams the door shut. He lifts the hood of the car to check a way to get them back on the road. Suddenly, Hank is disturbed by the Mason Twins, who laugh at his problem. Hank is not best pleased by their interference. Hank bumps his head on the hood, and both Carla and Jeff hear the commotion.
'Are you two for real?' Hank barks. 'You two need a spanking.'
'Is that a proposal, Hanky Panky?' Fallon attempts to get a rise.
'I've never hit a woman before, but I'm tempted,' Hank threats.
'Which one of us, would you like to bend over first?' Fallon gestures, as both herself and Felicity push Hank to the limit.
'I'll do better than that, I'll make sure both of you, get frost bite on your asses.'
'Does that mean your d**k is as cold as ice?' Felicity giggles in hysterics.
Jeff sits trying to control his laughter in the car, as Carla jumps out of the car and approaches the twins, who don't feel threatened by Carla's presence what so ever.
'Oh look the town whore greets us with her presence,' Fallon mouths. 'I guess the one consolation Hank, is that this tramp, gives you all the dirty tactics, now that Tina can't give you want you want.'
'If I'm the town whore, then you two must be Hex-Ville High's finest Twin-Cest orgy,' Carla counters.
'You are nothing Carla, you and your precious little sister, are in the same league,' Felicity sticks it. 'Goes for your alcoholic mother too.'
'Really? You know you two have beautiful eyes, shame they could be a darker colour, by the time I'm finished,' Carla grinds her teeth.
Fallon brazenly smirks and goes face to face with Carla. 'You're out of your league Carla. These two tough guys maybe in your comfort zone, but a real man would never look at you, like Harry.'
'At least Harry found a real woman, not defected samples like you two,' Carla insults.
Without warning, Fallon slaps Carla across the face. Hank goes to defend her and Jeff exits the car. Carla stops Hank in his tracks. 'It's OK, I'll deal with this,' Carla insists.
'Go ahead, do your worst,' Fallon awaits retaliation.
What happens next was not predicted. Carla grabs Fallon's face and plants a passionate kiss on her lips, which leaves Jeff and Hank stunned and Felicity horrified. After Carla is finished, she retreats to the car. Fallon stands shocked on the spot, trying to figure out what just occurred. Hank manages to get the car started and pulls away with Jeff and Carla on board and Carla giving the twin sisters the middle finger.

Harry and Tina are out throwing snowballs at each other and having a lot of fun. They fall on the cold floor together in each others arms and kiss passionately.
'So, what are you going to do when you graduate?' Tina asks. '
I wanna be an architect,' Harry informs. 'But College funds is gonna be a problem.' '
If you want help with money, I can always...' Tina offers.
'Out of the question, your father reluctant acceptance, of me as your boyfriend is good enough. I don't want to take advantage,' Harry refuses. 'Anyway, how about you?'
'I wanna be a singer/Dancer, maybe star on the neon lights of Broadway some day,' After exchanging conversation about their possible future, the two take a stroll through the park, where they spot a familiar face, who has been missing for weeks. Rosaline Mack is safe and sound, but ignores Harry and Tina who call out to her, as she hurries away, now wearing a necklace with the letter 'G' engraved in it.

Harry and Tina quickly alert Albert Kray, who is on Patrol, on the recent return of Rosaline Mack, who had been missing for several weeks. Albert drives to Rosaline's parents address and find that she is safe and sound and the Macks inform Kray, that Rosaline refuses to tell them anything about her time away and that it is all over. Albert begs to differ and states he will investigate the matter. Harry and Tina wait outside, until Albert reappears.
'Thank you Harry, Tina,' Kray appreciates. 'But, now it looks like we're not looking at a missing persons case.'
'Did Rosaline tell you where she's been?' Harry asks.
'She hasn't even told her parents, but this is not the end of the matter,' Albert insists.
'At least she is safe and sound,' Tina sighs.
'Thank fully, yes,' Kray agrees. 'Anyway it's best nobody interacts with her for a while, until we get this charade straightened out.'
'Sure thing Albert,' Harry nods.
'Do you kids need a lift home? It's the least I can do. And this Blizzard doesn't seem to wanna hold up,' Kray offers.
'Just back to the car if that's OK?'
'Sure, oh and another thing, I'd like if you'd keep this re-occurrence between us,' Kray suggests. 'That's not if anybody else has seen her since her return. I don't want her or her parents to feel intimidated by the press or friends. Hex-Ville is just a small suburban town and people talk.'
Albert gives Harry and Tina a ride to Harry's car in his police car. As the patrol car drives away, the middle aged man who was in Bucks diner, overhearing exchanges between Jon and Albert, is seen watching from afar. The middle aged man is then seen walking to a call box and dials an unknown.
'Macks re-occurrence has quickly been observed and Kray has been informed...Yes, I will keep an eye on the cop and Wilson as you stated...unfortunately Sir, Ms Tina Wilson and her lover witnessed the whole thing. I'll be in touch.'
The man hangs up and heads off into the cold afternoon.

Kray visits the hidden lock up where stolen cars are being reformed, to be sold as brand new. He finds Jeff and Hank have returned with Carla. 'Stuck In The Middle With You,' by Stealers Wheel is playing on the radio. Kray is pissed off something silly, that they've aloud to let Carla be witness to their hideaway. Kray is now worried that so many people with discover their criminal activity and word will get out. Hank tells Kray that Carla has known for a while and she promises she won't tell a sole.
'Too right, she'd better not,' Kray points at a number plate removed and he picks it up.
'What is it?' Jeff wonders.
'Do you know, who's number plate this is?'
'I hope it's one of the other gangs we hate,' Hanks grins.
'Oh, worse, this is Anton Crocetti's number plate,' Kray warns.
'YYYou mmmmeaaaa...
'Yes, Anton Crocetti, son of Mafia Boss, Romano Crocetti. How you managed to steal this undetected is beyond me. At least I hope you weren't detected. I'm once in a while on their f*****g payroll. If they find out, my shit for brains employees has made it look like I've shit on them, God help us,' Kray explains.
'I think maybe you should take the car back,' Carla suggests.
'Oh, for f*** sake Carla, don't say that,' Jeff gasps.
'Or maybe, you got your brains f****d out too much by these two assholes, you probably have forgotten, that if they attempts such a dumbass stunt like this again, they might wanna become Bruce Lee professions in less than a twelve hour period,' Kray sarcastically barks.
'What do you want us to do?' Hank queries.
'Try using your f*****g brains in future and get this stupid bitch outta here, and keep her out. Your sister may be painted as a dork by some folk, but you are something else Carla Morrison. You're only good at spreading your legs, yet not very tactically minded, just like these two at the moment. So I suggest you keep your nose out, OK?'
'That's a bit harsh Albert don't you think,' Jeff interrupts.
'Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was meant to be suicidal.'
'C'mon Carla, better get you home,' Hank says.
Jeff is about to leave with them, when Albert tugs on Jeff's arm telling him to stay. Hank and Carla hurry on, not before Carla gives Albert the middle finger. Albert brushes this off by laughing at himself. Kray takes the conversation into the outer office, so that Jeff and his conversation is more safer.
'Was is it?' Jeff frowns.
'I'm relieving you of your duties, I want you to stay out of the radar,' Kray states.
'What?' Jeff answers in shock. 'Why?'
'You know, this recent happening has made it even easier, but better for you, because I kept my promise to Otto, after what I learnt recently,' Kray continues.
'Go on.'
'You can't tell a sole until it's been made official, not Harry, not Hank, Carla, your Cat, not even your Gold Fish and not even your mother.'
'Yeah?'
'You're not gonna believe this, our dear old mayor is retiring soon and guess who's up for election?'
'Wh...me?'
It takes a while for Albert Kray to respond to Jeff's guess. It's replied with mighty laughter. Kray stands and staggers around the room in hysterics. His laughter is almost brought to tears. Now, Jeff feels humiliated and embarrassed by his idea. It takes a moment for Albert to get himself together.
'Are you out of your mind, hell they wouldn't let you run a checkout at the drug store,' Kray replies. 'Your father you idiot. Yeah, it's true Jeff, your Daddy has even better things to come. I gladly took Coles advice, because your Daddy's a good friend of mine. Just think you could have a better future for yourself and maybe just maybe, in about a decade or so, your father could be running for President of our great nation. Question is, will you take my advise?'
'My father for mayor...from Labourer to Politian? Who would have thought? When will the running start?
'Sometime, this year.'
'What are you getting out of this?'
'Nothing absolutely,' Kray promises. 'You have my word. Your name will be exempt from any connections to recent criminal goings on within this fold and I will personally see to it, Hank keeps his mouth shut and you protected from the Mafia. Get yourself a future, Jeff.'
Kray holds his hand out and Jeff shakes it in agreement. But how long will Jeff remain in the good books?

Dominic and Charlotte build a snowman in the park. Dominic hasn't felt this much happiness in a long time. It looks as if, he has found his future soul mate. He can't believe Charlotte had gone out of her way to visit him, considering he made a fool of himself in Manhattan a few weeks earlier. Dominic stuffs a carrot into the snowman's face to make a nose. He seems pretty satisfied with the job they've done to build it.
'Say, you're natural, Charlotte,' Dominic says. 'Very artistic.'
'With a little help from my...my...friend,' Charlotte stutters, trying to not admit her true intended feelings just yet.
'You've been great Charlotte, today has meant so much to me,' Dominic replies.
'Where do your parents think you are?' Charlotte queries.
'Just hanging out I guess,' Dominic shrugs.
'Can I ask you something?'
'Sure.'
'What do you think of me Dominic?'
'You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time...Oh OK I'll cut the bullshit, I think I love you,' Dominic confesses.
'What you are really trying to say is, is that you do love me,' Charlotte corrects him.
'I've tried not to be so nervous today, but now you have literately put me on the spot,' Dominic shivers.
'You didn't just buy me those flowers, because it was the only way to appreciate me being here?'
'Question, how do you feel?'
'I thought we were friends, don't spoil it.'
'Oh.'
'You idiot,' Charlotte teases touching Dominic's face. 'I love you too.'
Dominic heart skips a beat, as Charlotte places a prolonged passionate kiss on Dominic's lips. After she pulls back, his eyes remain shut, feel the love he had begged from Bethany for so long. But, now it appears Bethany is his past and his true love is right in front of him. He opens his eyes and look directly into Charlotte's starry blue eyes and feels like he is in heaven.
'Wow,' Dominic gasps.
'Now, is there anything else, before we head back?' Charlotte asks.
'Back where?' Dominic frowns.
'To my Motel Room, now before you start getting any idea's, we'll take things slow.'
Charlotte takes Dominic's hand, as she picks up her flowers and they start to walk, through the park.
'Actually there is something. I didn't buy those flowers. I had them given to me for free, buy the lady in the store. She insisted,' Dominic explains.
'And I gave you a kiss for free and I thought I was worth every penny.'
'There will be years of you being just that.'

The Wilsons, Harry returns home with Tina and sees Jeff is home with his hand in his head. Jeff had recently discovered, that Jon is going to be shortlisted for the Mayor election and has been told to stay out of criminal activities, by Albert Kray. Harry heads into the living room.
'Unlike you, to be home this early, or at home at all,' Harry notices.
'Well, first time for everything,' Jeff whispers. 'Hello, Tina.'
'Jeff,' Tina acknowledges.
'What's the matter?' Harry wonders.
'Lots of shit, but I can deal with it,' Jeff insists.
'Do you wanna talk about it?'
'I think you have better priorities right now, than mine, so you two run along now.'
'OK, uh, is Mom still at work?'
'Possibly.'
'Dad?'
'Possibly taking up a new occupation, who knows.'
'You know, you should do the same.'
'Thanks for the tip little brother, run along now.'
'We'll be upstairs,' Harry informs.
'I figured,' Jeff sarcastically answers.
Harry takes Tina's hand and they run upstairs.

21:00 p.m. Billy Mcquire waits near a forest in his car, a mile north west of Hex-Ville and he meets with the man, who had been taking pictures of Jon Wilson and of Albert Kray.
'Mr Mcquire?'
'Mr Johnson, thanks for the return. Do you have my usual updates?'
'Of course, here's the pictures.'
Adam Johnson, father of Oswald Johnson, hands Billy the envelope and Billy hands over a $1000 in cash. Billy takes a look at the pictures, and sees Albert's criminal activities with Jeff and Hank, a snapshot also catches Hank driving Carla away. In another picture, captures Kray with Harry and Tina, where Rosaline Mack had returned home.
'I heard the conversation, Rosaline Mack is home.'
'And Jonathan Wilson completely oblivious?'
'Have no idea, but I do know one thing, I heard Wilson and Kray in conversation earlier, in the diner, Wilson is shortlisted for the mayor election,' Adam tells him.
'For now, as long as I know the ins and outs of his co-operations with my friend Barry and his interactions with Kray,' Billy said. 'It will be the perfect set up. Kray, Cole and Wilson, they won't know what hit them, especially Wilson.'
'This project 'Gemini,' Morrison sure has giving you the time of day, considering you d**ked his wife years ago and got her knocked up,' Adam adds. 'Is that another matter?'
'Of course.'
'By the way, one of the cars, that Wilson and Willis stole, you maybe interested in taking a look.'
Billy smirks when he realizes, they stole Romano Crocetti's car, a Mafia bosses son. It makes his plan even more advanced.
'The perfect set up,' Billy grins.
'Forgive me for pointing this out, but your intensions are to also eventually break Harry and Tina up.'
'Tina deserves better, than to be involved in a criminal family.'
'What about Otto Cole?' Adam reminds Billy. 'Both he and Kray know of your work with Project Gemini somehow. We have to get even with him.'
'I'll take care of him, he's the go between lawyer after all, my rival. And as for 'Gemini,' well I never liked him anyway.'
'You're gonna take out the project aren't you?'
'It will be my Masterpiece.'

Otto Cole is seen making love to Audrey in the flower store.

Dominic is invited into Charlottes Motel room and she makes them a coffee, to warm them up. It starts to get dusk, yet Charlotte insists he stay a bit longer. A bit longer soon turns into love making.
Next morning, Dominic wakes up in Charlottes arms and he soon realizes he will feel the wrath of his parents. But, it's doesn't hinder the way he feels about Charlotte, he's in love.

Harry pulls his curtains back and finds the winter sun high in the blue sky, melting the snow and freeing ice. Jeff asks Jon, if he can come work for him at the Construction.
'Alright what have you done?' Jon suspects.
'Just want a clean break, I want to prove that I'm the son you could be proud of,' Jeff claims.
'I don't want to doubt your intensions son, but this is Jeff I'm talking to?' Jon asks.
'Lets just say, this is a new me,' Jeff replies.
Mary is happy to hear Jeff wants to work alongside his father, but Harry suspects Jeff is up to something.

Tina notices her mother, Audrey, isn't feeling at all well, but Audrey passes it off as stomach cramps. Audrey suggests the whole family spend the day together, but Billy dampens the mood, that he's too busy and has a meeting.

Dominic walks Charlotte to the station and they passionately kiss each other goodbye and promise one another, they will see each other soon.
'I love you Charlotte,' Dominic declares.
'You mean that don't you?' Charlotte smiles, with water filling in her eyes.
'More than you'll ever know,' Dominic states.
'I call you when I get back home,' Charlotte informs.
After an emotional farewell, Charlotte begins her journey back south to Manhattan, while Dominic now has to face his parents.
Dominic returns home to find Albert Kray in the living room with his parents, who had put out a missing persons report. How does he explain this one away?

Billy heads to a mansion thirty miles southwest of Hex-Ville. He is invited in by a servant, where some heavies Guard a large enclosed room, with minimal lighting, where he is greeted by Mafia Boss, Garcia Crocetti.
'William Mcquire, never thought I'd see you in my home again,' Garcia greets.
'Godfather Crocetti, it's honour that you've accepted me stopping by, but I think this is as much business as it is a social call,' Billy adds.
'Then, I have all day, drink?' Garcia offers.

Whilst Tina and Greg are distracted, Audrey makes a call to the local hospital.
'Hello, I'd like to make an appointment right away, actually it's a procedure I want...I want an abortion...my name is Audrey Mcquire.'

Otto tells Albert that he loves Audrey very much and that he intends to get it all out in the open, but Albert advises against it. Hank interrupts the conversation and Albert explains that Jeff has left because he wants to live an honest life.

Bethany encourages her mother, Marilyn to seek help in her drink problem. Carla insists, she is past getting help and live with it.

Dominic gets a lecture off his parents and is warned never to see Charlotte again, but Dominic argues he's in love and that they should stop treating like a child. Charlotte calls the house and Dominic's father answers and calls her all the names under the sun and this devastates both Dominic as well as Charlotte. Dominic is not going to leave it there.

Wednesday 22nd January 2003, Francis Bay, Long Island. Dominic looks out to sea from the beach, south of Francis Bay, with fond memories of Charlotte constantly on his mind. He hates himself so much, for thinking he's drove Charlotte over the edge, with the truth on the death of their son, which occurred eight years ago. Part of him suspects that Bethany could be behind, Charlottes disappearance, but he has to think of Deloris, who is oblivious to the dark past that stalks him. Dominic kicks the sand, while he tries put an outlook on the Kings future. Although, Charlotte knows the truth of his bad past, he will never wish any harm to her. Now this has happened, he would rather go to jail, than living through knowing a terrible fate involving the love of his life. For now, Dominic has to put on a front for his daughter, apart from a brave one, as long as Bethany keeps her distance.

The Wilsons invite Gloria Lang around for dinner and she meets Emma for the first time. Gloria brings round a glass of champagne as a kind gesture, for inviting her for dinner. Harry tells Bethany that he invited Dominic and Deloris around, but they want to be alone for the time being, to grieve for Charlottes safe return. The rest of the Wilsons still have their concerns for missing Christopher, who has somewhat vanished off the face of the Earth. Emma heads upstairs to freshen up before dinner and Rebecca follows on after her.
'What is it?' Rebecca queries.
'I can't let this go, Christopher has been missing over a week,' Emma reminds Rebecca.
'He's probably lying low somewhere,' Rebecca assures.
'Lying low, in a ditch somewhere?' Emma snaps.
'Do you suspect this Eric Lance, has something to do with his disappearance?' Rebecca guesses.
'Lane is dangerous, he has history,' Emma explains.
'Maybe, we should just get it all out in the open and tell Dad about it,' Rebecca suggests.
'No,' Emma blurts.
Rebecca frowns.
'What I mean is, it's much more complicated than that,' Emma whispers.
'Meaning?'
Suddenly, Bethany enters, before Rebecca can put Emma in a more awkward position.
'Dinners ready, and our guest is in waiting.'

The dinner appears to be going well, and Rebecca hopes Gloria doesn't drop any clangers, such as mentioning anything connected to her true identity and true past. Harry tells Gloria that she is brave and that he likes her willpower in her fight against her terminal illness.
'My willpower has been encouraged by meeting up with Alicia again,' Gloria accidently says.
Rebecca freezes for a moment and looks at Bethany, as Bethany is the only person still alive, who knows of Rebecca real identity, aside from Dominic, who discovered the truth in the previous episode. But, he has more pressing issues in wondering where his tragic wife is. Emma figures that Gloria has got names mixed up, as her condition is starting to make her confused.
'Um, Gloria, sweetheart, it's Rebecca,' Emma corrects Gloria.
'Oh of Course, I just wasn't sure,' Gloria smiles.
Rebecca is reluctant to smile back at first, knowing her future could be at stake, if Gloria accidently reveals more.
'So how did you and Rebecca meet?' Harry queries.
'Who's Rebecca?' Gloria asks.
'Me,' Rebecca adds.
'I thought that was your foster sister,' Gloria frowns.
'You must be confusing me, with somebody else, Gloria,' Rebecca calmly replies. 'Would you like a cup of coffee?'
'I haven't finished my main course yet thank you, later thank you,' Gloria appreciates.
Rebecca holds her nerve, as Bethany eyes the situation from her seat. Rebecca doesn't want Harry, whom she sees as her father, to hear more, that could possibly put negative thoughts about her into his head.
'Anyway, we met in Florida, she dated a guy called Rick,' Gloria informs. 'I don't know what you saw in that guy Beck's, you did the right thing and turn to women.'
'You Homosexual too?' Rebecca sarcastically remarks.
'Rebecca, that's not a very nice thing to gesture to our guest and a friend of yours,' Bethany interrupts.
'Yes, I'm sorry Gloria, it's just I'm finding it difficult knowing, that you're here and then you won't be,' Rebecca states. 'My Aunt she died several weeks ago and it's angered me, that we were together barely a week, when she got taken away. I resented her presence. Believe me I sympathize with you, but it's too much to bare facing tragedy all in a short period of time, especially four.'
'You don't have to apologize, and no I never slept with any women, but I guess, the experiment is a little too late for comfort,' Gloria winks.
'Thank you,' Rebecca whispers.

After dessert and coffee, and conversation, Gloria goes to freshen up and when she is about to leave the bathroom, Rebecca calls her into her room, whilst Emma is distracted downstairs. Rebecca is feeling high anxiety over Gloria's clumsiness in speaking of details of their teenage years.
'Please don't do that again, Gloria, I love my Daddy,' Rebecca worries.
'I know, I'm so sorry, but in case you've forgotten my brain is slowly deteriorating,' Gloria cries. 'I'm a dying women, with not many clever brain cells left.'
'It's OK, it's OK,' Rebecca assures hugging her once best friend. 'It's not your fault, it's mine. I underestimated my own guard, meaning myself.'
'I wish my Daddy loved me, like Harry loves you,' Gloria tearfully speaks. 'At least I'll have you to enjoy my remaining days with.'
'Are you sure you're alright to drive home?' Rebecca realizes. 'Because with what's happening, I don't think it's safe for you to be behind the wheel.'
'I'm fine, I'm not that too close on falling off my Perch, just yet, never mind dropping at the wheel.'
'Really, I'll pay for a cab.'
'Becky, I'm fine.'

After thanking the Wilsons for their hospitality, Gloria begins her short journey home. Half way home, Gloria almost collides with another vehicle and she slams the breaks on and grabs her breath. In her bag, Gloria takes a photo, which she took from Rebecca's room. It's a photo of Rebecca and Harry outside the house, just taken hours after they first moved to the Bay, six months earlier. Gloria then feels severe pain in her temple and her ears buzz. Gloria grabs her medication as she calm herself.

Bethany encourages Rebecca to relax.
'It could have all come out tonight, and that would have been that,' Rebecca sighs.
'Relax,' Bethany insists. 'Harry and Emma are aware of her illness, they passed it off as confusion.'
'Oh, that makes it alright does it?' Rebecca frantically snaps in a low tone. 'That is a horrible thing to gesture. I don't wish that on poor Gloria. What if was your secrets on the line? I bet you'd conjure up some evil scheme to rectify the situation, like I had my suspicions on Linda's death.'
'The police shot her and she fell in the estuary, her body was found on the beach the next morning and in case you forgot, she was a man/woman eating psychopath,' Bethany lies.
'Yeah right, you feared her.'
'She tried to kill us all,' Bethany reminds her.
'You were scared, she would reveal your connection to that corrupt organization, not because you afraid of losing me,' Rebecca explains.
'Just remember I've kept your secret safe, I've protected you and this is the thanks I get,' Bethany moans.
'Everything you do, is for you. And I do care about Gloria, I don't want her to die, just like I didn't want my mother to die,' Rebecca informs.
'What about Christopher?'
'What about him?' Rebecca questions.
'I mean he doesn't really love Benjamin, he still loves his wife, that you're screwing,' Bethany attempts to hurt. 'What if Emma feels the same way.'
'Why are you doing this?' Rebecca gasps.
'If suddenly, he miraculously walked through that door now and whisked her away to paradise, would that hurt more, than losing Linda Perry?'
'What are you implying?'
'You know what I think. You may have had a one night stand with Emma a year ago, but concealing the bodies butchered by the woman, who you claimed you loved a few months later, was the act of true love. Since she died, you've somehow and somewhat grabbed your consolation prize back...I believe you love Emma, but you're not in love. Your true love, you can never have again...I'll see you in the morning. Night my love. If this relationship doesn't work out, I'm still here.
Bethany kisses Rebecca on the lips and heads upstairs.

Rebecca heads to bed, where Emma puts her arm around her.
'I love you,' Emma whispers.
'I love you too,' answers, at first hesitating.

Thursday 23rd January 2003, Kings Café, Long Island. Dominic assures Deloris things will get better and hold onto hope that Charlotte is still alive and well somewhere. Little do they realize the tragic fate she suffered at the hands of the Francis Bay murderer, who's accomplice was that of Bethany.

New York Precinct, Manhattan. Hugo and Beagle hit a dead end on the investigation involving Abraham's accident and the whereabouts of Eric Lance, as they found nothing of suspicion at the New York Times, where Elaina works. Hugo agrees that Elaina is being evasive, even though she is concerned for her husbands well being. Beagle decides it's time to get dirty and take a risk, and have phones tapped.

Elaina promises Andy, that his father will get better and no matter what happens, Elaina will protect him.

Wilson Residence, Francis Bay. Rebecca finds Bethany home for lunch, and is still reeling from Bethany's harsh words the previous evening, based on her feelings for Emma. Rebecca grabs a coffee and sits opposite her brazen step mother. Bethany senses that Rebecca is wound up about it, as Rebecca sits too close in Bethany's space.
'You're looking at me very meaningfully, what's the matter?' Bethany asks.
'You damn well, what's the matter,' Rebecca growls.
'Sorry, but there have been a lot of issues we have dealt with, so you need to be more specific,' Bethany replies, making it awkward.
'How dare you suggest, that I'm not in love with Emma,' Rebecca snaps.
'Then why protect a murderer?' Bethany adds. 'You can't keep changing your mind Beth, you either love one or the other.'
'Emma was always the first,' Rebecca tries to explain.
'But, Linda was your true love, whether or not she enjoyed cannibalism,' Bethany sarcastically said.
'Do you know what true love is Beth?' Rebecca sighs.
'If I didn't I wouldn't have married Harry,' Bethany suggests.
'The thing is Beth, I think it's a different matter from Daddy's point of view,' Rebecca begins. 'He told Joe Hayes of all people, a total stranger, about his personal feelings. You remember him, the guy who held you hostage a week ago, before he died? He almost ran us off the road and Daddy for some reason decided to open up about his true love.'
Bethany then realizes, that Rebecca knows the truth, that Harry will always love Tina, more than he could ever love Bethany. Bethany still has the cassette under the bed, revealing Harry's admission and the confession replays over and over again in her mind and she is livid.
'Do you what he said?' Rebecca smugly winds up.
'I don't wanna f*****g know,' Bethany groans.
'Why, because you already know?' Rebecca smirks. 'Where does that leave you then Beth? Are you going to cling onto a lie, that you desperately want to rectify itself in the blink of an eye, because you think you can compete with a dead woman?'
'You think you have me sussed don't you, well I'll you something, if you think you can destroy me by playing mind games, then two can play that game,' Bethany threats.
'Then I guess we're all square for now,' Rebecca figures.
Bethany picks up her coffee and looks out to the estuary.
'My offer still stands, my bed is still warm if Emma's gets cold,' Bethany teases.
Rebecca momentarily looks back with a stern look, before exiting the kitchen. Bethany thumps the table in frustration after discovering, Rebecca already knows Harry's true feelings.

A boutique store, 7 miles south of Francis Bay, a girl in her mid-twenties discovers spots a small red flicker coming from a small hole in the upper wall of a dressing room. She quickly informs the manager and what he discovers, is that a member of staff, has been spying on females undressing and dressing. The manager decides to hand it over to the police and he fears this may have been going on for some time.

Harry is half hour from finish his round and decides to go on one last patrol. He looks at the missing poster of Christopher one more time, before jumping into the police car. As he is about to pull away, a blue car speeds past him, at around sixty five miles per hour. Harry is having none of it and gives chase. The driver who's face is not shown sees that Harry is giving chase, as his sirens are heard even from over sixty feet away. The driver accelerates even faster, as Harry tries to keep up. A van pulls out in front of Harry and he manages to swerve to avoid impact.
'Shit!' Harry curses, almost having an accident.
Harry continues in the pursuit. After a few minutes, it's seems all hope of capture is lost, when suddenly he spots the blue car, parked at an angle by the side of an intersection. He gradually lowers his speed and when he reaches thirty miles an hour, the culprit escapee shoots out the patrol car tyre and it spirals out of control and overturns injuring Harry, thus putting him unconscious. The assailant approaches Harry's patrol car on the deserted highway and checks to make sure he's alive. Barely he is and the person, who was behind it, is none other than Gloria Lang.

Spoiler: Flashbacks to 1978/79 return in episode 137.

END OF EPISODE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE