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.

24. Episode 136

Episode 136: Amnesic Revelations.

SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCES BY:
KIRSTEN DUNST as Gloria Lang

AND

CHRISTIAN BALE as Officer Durham

Only 12 episodes left.

Homage: The main scenario is almost replica to Stephen Kings 'Misery.'

Some quotes in this episode are similar to those used in the British TV series,' Happy Valley,' which starred Sarah Lancashire.

Thursday 23rd January 2003, Outskirts Of Francis Bay, Long Island. Bethany, Rebecca and Emma are at the crime scene, along with police, where Harry's patrol car had been sabotaged and crashed. Harry is nowhere to be found and neither is Gloria Lang's car. The last few months haven't been too kind on the Wilsons since they moved to Long Island, especially for Rebecca. Bethany on the other hand, has possibly been the cause of the problems, which have been kept well hidden from missing Harry. Emma has recently had to deal with her estranged husband, Christopher, being missing himself. It's close to 8:30 P.M, and the road is closed off and Hendricks of Francis Bay Police Department fill the family in on the details. Rebecca is too anxious, losing Harry, would be like losing Clara all over again, who was murdered weeks earlier.
'So?' Rebecca blurts. 'Anything?'
'I'm sorry Rebecca, we're doing the best we can,' Hendricks informs. 'My colleagues have scoured the area, no sign of your father. We've had helicopters all over the area, but it is dark now and it will be much harder now to find him, with such minimal lighting. ' Hendricks turns to a relatively calm and collective Bethany. 'Apologies for an anxious time Bethany, I hope Harry is OK.'
'He is, I know it,' Bethany confidently acknowledges. 'I know you guys are doing a great job, thank you.'
'Do you think that he could have been kidnapped?' Emma wonders.
'It's difficult to tell, as there were no witnesses,' Hendricks states.
'No witnesses, this is preposterous,' Rebecca groans.
'It's frustrating I know honey,' Emma tries to calm. 'But we must stay positive.'
'Who would wanna do this?' Rebecca seethes.
'We'll keep you updated,' Hendricks assures. 'Officer Durham will take you home now.'
'Thank you, Hendricks...oh Hendricks, I was sorry to hear about your partner Ted,' Bethany says, after she had witnessed Ted Sumner's death in her home, a week or so earlier.
'That's kind of you, I hope you'll be ale to attend his funeral, even though we have some sort of situation involving your husband right now,' Hendricks answers.
'We all come together in times like this, it helps.'
'We'll find Harry, Bethany,' Hendricks promises.
After Hendricks heads back behind the police barrier, the family are escorted to Officer Durham police cruiser. Rebecca looks on back, as forensics check over Harry's destroyed police car. Emma holds tightly onto Rebecca's hand. Bethany grabs a hold of Rebecca's hand as a way of comfort, but then Rebecca pulls away, considering the words Bethany though at her earlier that day. Bethany feels dejected by Rebecca's brush off and quickly glances back to Harry's patrol car, through all the flashing blue lights. Emma jumps into the back of Durham's cruiser first. A teenager in his car, parked up in layby, with his pals, who watch the whole investigation, starts to throw abuse. The teen starts to sing 'Another One BitesThe Dust,' by Queen.
'Another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust, and another gone and another gone, another one bites the dust, eh eh eh, and another one bites the dust,'
Rebecca is horrified by the abuse, that the crook is hurling and brushed past Bethany and marches straight over to the teens car for a heated confrontation. The teen is caught off guard, when Rebecca blocks the numerous police flashing lights from the teens views.
'Hey asshole, why don't you say that a little closer to my f*****g face?' Rebecca snaps.
'What are you talking about?' the thug frowns, as his pals mellow in the backseat.
'Really, because I got the instinct impression, that you thought this whole scenario was funny,' Rebecca fumes.
Bethany slowly manoeuvres towards Bethany, and Durham takes note.
'I don't know what you mean,' the teen denies.
'Get out of the f*****g car!' Rebecca demands.
'What if I don't?'
Without hesitation, Rebecca yanks open the drivers door and grabs the teen out by the scruff and pins him against the car.
'I wasn't doing anything I swear, I was just singing,' the teen panics.
'What were you singing?!' Rebecca furiously rages.
'Nothing.'
'Do you think I'm stupid?'
'No.'
'Do I look stupid?'
'No.'
Officer Durham, along with other officers intervene the heated confrontation and the teen attempts to pin the blame on Rebecca, pretending that she attacked him for no particular reason. Durham along with Bethany pull Rebecca away from him and Emma also rushes over to calm her girlfriend.
Durham takes out his handcuffs and puts them on the teen, who is shocked by what Durham is doing.
'What are you doing?' the teen gasps.
'Your under arrest,' Durham voices.
'I haven't done anything.'
'Yes you have. You've used abusive words, that have caused alarm and distress, which is a public order offense. You have the right to remain silent, if you give up the right to remain silent anything can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one, we'll have one brought to you,' Durham explains, handing the suspect over to the other officers.
Durham faces Rebecca, who is being calmed down by Bethany and Emma. Rebecca feels stupid for her actions, but with everything in a mess, it was the only way she could let off some steam.
'I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me,' Rebecca tries to relax.
'If I was in your shoes I would have done the same thing to that ass wipe,' Durham chuckles. 'Just try not to do it too often. Cmon, let's get you all home.'
'Be best if you take some tranquilizers tonight, otherwise you'll been driving yourself to a heart attack ,' Emma suggests.
'Sure,' Rebecca agrees.
The two teen passengers watch on, as their buddy is put into a police car. They now have no lift.
'So, now what do we do?' One of them moans.
'Walk lazy ass,' Bethany sarcastically smirks.
Bethany gets into the police car and is driven home with Rebecca and Emma.

In Gloria Lang's unknown address, Harry lies unconscious in a bed with his arm and leg broken, in a room, whilst his one hand is handcuffed to the bed rail.

Friday 24th January 2003, Gloria Lang's Home. Harry awakes with his arm in a cast and his broken leg in plaster. He has also suffered a few cuts and bruise to his face and upper Torso. His arm is handcuffed to a bed. The early morning light, is blurry to his opening eyesight and his head spinning all over the place from the trauma he suffered on impact, in the deliberate crash, caused by Gloria, whom is stood in front of the bed, smiling at Harry, whose eyesight becomes more clear. Harry stares at Gloria in confusion, as she slowly manoeuvres herself by his bedside. Harry is that confused, he finds it hard to find any words, as to why he is in a bedroom with a strange woman. Strange woman? He had met Gloria a few nights earlier, as Gloria is a former associate of Rebecca, his supposedly long lost daughter, who he met the day Tina had supposedly died on September 11th 2001. Gloria shines a mini torch light in Harry's eye's and he does not show any signs to act upon this, except make a small yelp. Gloria strokes his head.
'Relax,' Gloria insists. 'You've had a bump to the head, you don't want to exert yourself.'
Harry looks up to where his hand is handcuffed to the bed. He frowns and then stares back to Gloria, who walks to a cabinet. She takes out some pain killers and brings a glass of water to the injured officer.
'Here, take two of these, it will ease your pain,' Gloria says.
Gloria leans Harry's head forward and places the two capsules in his mouth and then helps him drink them down with water. Gloria seems calm in herself and doesn't seem nervous. Harry tries to contain himself. He is not so much shocked, but more weary that something isn't right about the situation he's gotten himself into, or possibly what Gloria has gotten him into. Gloria pulls up a chair beside him.
'You look confused,' Gloria notices.
'You can say that again,' Harry whispers, as he voice wails.
'Are you wondering, why you're here?' Gloria asks.
'And the rest,' Harry answers.
'Well, before, we continue on, I should make note, that you have a broken arm and you have a fractured tibia in your right leg. I'm sure it will heal in time,' Gloria explains.
'What's with the handcuffs?' Harry wonders.
'It's not that I don't trust you, I want you to listen, because there are a few home truths, you should hear,' Gloria continues. 'Believe me, it's gonna hurt.'
'Home truths?' Harry raises his eyebrow. 'Who are you?'
'I'm Gloria, I your so called daughters friend from Florida, you invited me to dinner the other ni...you don't know who I am?'
'No I don't, truth is, I don't know who I am,' Harry states.
'Then it's made my task even better,' Gloria smirks.

Wilson Residence, Francis Bay, Long Island. Rebecca sits on the sofa staring at the wall, having to deal with the abrupt disappearance of her father, Harry. Unaware that he's been kidnapped, all the Wilsons can do is wait for enforcement updates. This may yet lead to an FBI investigation if the local department find it hard to locate Harry. The last year and a half, Rebecca has masqueraded as Harry's daughter, when really she had taken the identity of Harry and Tina's real daughter, whom is also believed dead. Rebecca is not an all out evil person, she sees Harry as her father, and adores and loves him. Although, her deepest regret, is not telling her biological mother, Clara, how she truly felt, before she died in her arms. Rebecca fears that if Harry meets a similar fate, then what has Rebecca to lose, especially if Emma discovers any truth in her link to the deceased Linda Perry. Also Bethany knows Rebecca inside out and Bethany is Harry's Satanist wife, who only does thinks for herself and that includes take lives to keep her secrets buried. Bethany makes her way downstairs and sits beside her step daughter. It's pretty tense between the two and Bethany tries to reach out to Rebecca, but Rebecca feels she doesn't want any comfort from Bethany.
'I'm sorry for what I said before, it was out of line,' Bethany attempts to apologize.
'You've gone out of line, a lot haven't you?' Rebecca cries.
'I'd hate to happen to your father, like what happened to your mother,' Bethany tells Rebecca.
'That makes you tell any truth that comes out of that mouth of yours?'
'I love him and I love you.'
'So, is this the part where you try to have sex with me?' Rebecca sarcastically replies.
'You can't go through this alone Becky, we have to unite as a family,' Bethany encourages.
'I have Emma, Beth, she's all the comfort I need right now,' Rebecca adds.
'Is it that easy for you to hate me? I've protected you and your secret.'
'But, you have been manipulating that trust, because you know I know some of your secrets,' Rebecca points out.
'Linda Perry and Clara, could opened up a bad can of worms for us, and I know you loved them both, but what if they hadn't died?' Bethany suggests.
'Oh, this is real Bethany talking now.'
'Listen to me. You could be in jail now, it that was the case. You would be a forgotten memory to Harry if he knew the truth. He'd hate you, just as much as he would hate me. I'd rather us live a lie, than to face the reality of what we don't want to be.'
'Even after the now passed on, Joe Hayes controlled Daddy's feelings, you still love him' Rebecca queries.
'Do wanna know something about the much loved Princess Tina Mquire?' Bethany begins. 'I loved her once, true I did. The sad thing is, she didn't love me. She was lucky, I wasn't...he may have been a Bastard, but she was the apple of his eye and she adored him. We lived in the same town together for years. He couldn't wait to turn his back on me, I was just his Bastard child he never wanted. He even beat on his own son and he became an alcoholic, that's the sort of influence a father can do to a son. What did I have? An alcoholic mother and a whore for a sister. Tina had everything I wanted. A father and the man I loved and even in death, she still walks on Harry's air. I told her the truth once, that Billy Mcquire was my Daddy also.'
'What happened?' Rebecca interrupts.
'She laughed at me,' Bethany said, will tears rolling down her father. 'The heartless bitch laughed at me. It was so painful I lashed out.'
'Then what?'
'We never talked again after.'
'So, William Mquire is your father? Does Daddy know?'
Bethany shakes her head.
'Neither does Audrey, nor my half brother Greg. My Daddy can sit comfortably the other side of the Atlantic without so much as guilt or thought for myself or for what he did to my mother. She comfortably drank herself to death by 1985. The only gain I had, was having a rapist's child.'
'No wonder you're so f****d up,' Rebecca realizes.
Bethany smiles partially, wiping a tear away.
'Please don't give up on me, because if we chuck in the towel now, then everything is a waste,' Bethany pleads, holding out her hand. 'I promise, I will never hurt you anymore. I want some sort of redemption. I beg of you.'
Rebecca being so naïve takes Bethany's hand and they hug tightly. Bethany being so smug, seems to have won the manipulation game again.

F.B.P.D, Francis Bay. The owner of a boutique enters the police station and demands to speak to an officer immediately. He holds evidence of a sexual predator employee, who's been spying on customers in dressing rooms.

Gloria makes a conscious, yet Amnesic Harry, some soup. He lays still partially dazed and not too familiar to his surroundings, as well as his life, prior to his attack by Gloria on the road. Gloria unlocks the bedroom door and brings in a bowl of soup, with bread and water. She unlocks Harry's wrist from the handcuffs and she helps sit him up in the bed and lays his lunch across his waist on a tray. He can feel the pain from his leg and arm, but Gloria supports him. Gloria sits beside him and checks his temperature.
'You're still warm, but not as hot as before,' Gloria says.
'Gloria?' Harry questions. 'What's going on?'
'Eat your lunch first and I'll fill you in on the missing pieces,' Gloria insists. 'You probably haven't eaten since yesterday.'
'But, I don't remember yesterday,' Harry replies. 'My minds a blank, my memory, it's almost as if,my life had never existed, up until this morning.'
'Well, what I'm going to tell you, you wished you hadn't existed before this morning,' Gloria suggests.
'You must be so desperate to lock me in a room and handcuff me to a bed, in order to reveal my life to me,' Harry figures.
'Harry, you seem like a nice guy,' Gloria continues. 'I'm not your enemy and know you seem to think that's what I am, considering I've put you in a situation the way you are. But, I had no idea you had amnesia since you told me.' Gloria then touches his face tenderly, as tears are brought to her eyes. 'I was you my Daddy, not the asshole that walked out of my life. Now, eat your soup, it's really nice, Tomato with a touch of Basil. I'll be back to check on you. I'm afraid I'll have to lock the door though.'
Gloria leaves Harry to eat his lunch and she exits the bedroom and locks him in. She brushes her hair back, only to have a piece of it left in her hand. It appears Gloria's cancer is worsening and fear grips her, as she looks in the mirror. Gloria throws the hair into the bin and grabs a woollen hat from the closet and puts it on.

Kings Café, Francis Bay, Long Island. Officer Durham, pays a visit to Dominic, who is currently running the café, evening under the strain of knowing his wife, Charlotte is missing, unbeknown to both him and Deloris, that she was murdered by the Francis Bay Killer, known as Benita, who's accomplice to murder was Bethany. Durham asks Dominic if he could speak to him privately? While Deloris is distracted Dominic invites him upstairs to the apartment.
'This may need to be brought to the FBI's attention, Dominic,' Durham states.
'You have no leads on Charlotte I gather?' Dominic thinks.
'No, it's like she vanished off the face of the Earth,' Durham answers.
'This doesn't make any sense, one minute she's here, next morning she's gone,' Dominic gasps. 'Deloris has been going out her wits for a week.'
'I know I shouldn't bring it up, and I didn't want to last week,' Durham speaks. 'Deloris told me Charlotte was on medication for depression and anxiety, because of the death of your son, years ago.'
'Are you suggesting my wife took her own life?' Dominic worries.
'Is it a possibility? Has she ever attempted?' Durham asks furthermore.
'I must admit, it could have torn our family apart, but we were stronger than any family in the end,' Dominic claims. 'Thing is Charlotte was committed not long after James passing and she went over the edge, but like I said, myself and Deloris pulled her through and Deloris was confident to leave home for a while to go to college and leave me to care for her mother alone while she was gone. Charlotte was fine, this is just an unusual faze both myself and Deloris are going through and by the sounds of it, it's doesn't look good, when you suggest Feds.'
'The night Charlotte disappeared, both yourself and Deloris were asleep and did not hear a thing?'
'No, I didn't wake up, until seven thirty and Deloris slept in 'til nine.'
'So it's possible, Charlotte left the apartment and café, at her own accord?'
'If there was a disturbance, I would have heard it.'
Suddenly, Deloris bursts in the apartment and calls for her father and Durham to go into the cellar. Dominic and Durham head downstairs into the café cellar and Deloris points out the crowbar she nearly tripped over.
'I picked it up and it had blood on it,' Deloris panics. 'Daddy, why is there blood on it?'
Dominic stands with tears filling his eyes and a frightening shivers scurries down his spine. Durham grabs a plastic bag and nudges the crowbar into it and ties it up.
'Did you pick this up?' Durham wonders.
'It was instinct, I didn't want to trip over it,' Deloris cries. 'Why what are you implying?'
'This is very frightening and a coincidence, that you would find blood on this, whilst you're mother has been put out as missing. I'm going to get this to a lab to check out on DNA.'
'Durham, what is the likelihood, that Charlotte's DNA is on that crowbar?' Dominic shakes.
'Let's not get too carried away, when I said frightening, it could be anybody's DNA and somebody else's fate,' Durham explains.
Durham leaves with the crowbar, leaving Dominic and Deloris in dire straits.
'Daddy, something is not right,' Deloris cries. 'I may be jumping at straws, but what if Mom's disappearance is linked to Christopher and Harry's?'
'It had crossed my mind,' Dominic nods.
'But, what if Mom is dead?'
'Deloris, you can't think like that?'
'I don't want to believe it either Daddy, but that crowbar has blood on it and if it was Mom's, somebody else knows what happened to her.'
Dominic can then think of only one other person...Bethany.

Gloria's Home. Gloria returns and removes Harry's empty dish and glass and returns and locks the door behind her and pulls up a chair beside the vulnerable cop. Gloria smiles at him, while Harry nervously smiles back, as he sits up in the bed, still feeling sore.
'I hope that my hospitality is some consolation, aside from you know?' Gloria shrugs.
'Well, it has been playing on my mind, I'm yet to figure you out, but that lunch was lovely thank you,' Harry appreciates.
'If you hadn't lost your memory, then what I'm about to tell you, may have been more awkward and thought of me as insane or jealous,' Gloria said.
'Why do you say that?' Harry whispers.
'I'm dying, I've got cancer. So basically, I've nothing to lose, except from Rebecca's point of view,' Gloria informs.
'Who's Rebecca?' Harry asks.
'The woman who says she's your daughter, but really she's not.'

Gloria begins to reveal the shocking truth of Rebecca's true identity, and that she was never Harry's or Tina's daughter. Rebecca has taken the real Wilsons daughter's identity, so she could have some sort of biological connection to the supposed deceased Scarlett, who Tina gave up for adoption twenty three years earlier. Harry with amnesia, is unlikely to be able to come to terms with anything Gloria says, as he's been held in her home, whilst injured. In Harry's mind, he's never met either Rebecca or Bethany. He may not even remember his first love, Tina.
'Look, what ever it is you're trying to prove, Gloria, I have no recollection of having a daughter,' Harry says.
'Believe me, the last thing I want to do, is put you in more pain, but so to pre warn you in case your memory does return, I am telling the truth,' Gloria claims.
Gloria takes out a photograph and shows it to Harry, who sits up in his bed and takes the picture. It's of Gloria and Rebecca only a few years earlier, prior to Rebecca changing her identity.
'That's Rebecca and myself before she did her disappearing act,' Gloria informs.
'She looks like a really nice person,' Harry whispers.
'Don't be blinded by an innocent face Harry, she was far from that,' Gloria says.
'Surely she couldn't have been that bad a person,' Harry answers.
'That's not the point, the point is, she took a dead girls identity, just so she could have the life, that poor girl lost,' Gloria snaps. 'I lost my mother and my Daddy ran off to South America without so much as a second thought for me, yet when I see Rebecca pulling of a deceitful stunt like she's done for over year, it makes me think that I deserve to have this pain and she deserves the nobel prize.'
'Who was the girl who died? Are you saying this other girl was my daughter and Rebecca took her identity? Did Rebecca kill her?' Harry wonders.
'Not exactly, they were both nine years old at the time and your real daughter fell into a raging river,' Gloria explains. 'Her body was never found. Kind of strange that both your first wife and daughter have supposedly died and their bodies have never been recovered. Sounds like some sort of fate, is awaiting for you...not unless some circumstances change in the meantime.'
'My first wife?' Harry questions, feel a bit woozy. 'You're giving me too much information all at once, I can't keep up.'
'I just don't want you to be led on, in case your memory is totally gone..forever.'
'But, it's unfair for you to tell me this, when a girl that I don't remember can't be here to defend herself,' Harry adds. 'I hardly know you.'
'I doubt it would be hard for her to deny everything, with your amnesic state, you're better off without her. For all you know, a lot more people might know and they could be covering for her, Bethany included.'
'Bethany?'
Gloria stands up and walks to the front of the bed and picks up the loose Handcuffs. Harry's eyes nervously glare at the handcuffs, fearing Gloria true motives at her keeping him at the her home. Gloria slowly manoeuvres her way towards Harry.
'Harry, I get the feeling, you may never be able to co-operate, you seem very easy being evasive of my true feelings towards your well being and your determination lays with believing her,' Gloria seethes.
'I've never met her,' Harry panics.
'I'd like to get to know you better, maybe vice versa?'
'Listen, I think this has gone far enough.'
Harry tries to get out of the bed, but is immediately hit by sharp pain in his broken arm and leg. Gloria sees the opportunity and handcuffs him back to the bed. Harry cries out in pain. Gloria's obsession gets the better of her.
'I'm sorry, Harry, but this is for your own good,' Gloria said, calmly.
'Why are you doing this?' Harry cries out in pain.
'Because I love you,' Gloria confesses.
'Gloria, your very ill, I need you to listen...'
'Like you listened to me?' Gloria raises her voice. 'Maybe two can play that bitches game, the tables have turned. I'm your daughter now, she's not, she will lie to you forever. That's why I can't let you leave. Nobody knows you're here, you'll remain here for the foreseeable future, at least until Heaven calls...for us both.'
Harry lays in fear, fear for a dying girl, who desperately attempts to make Harry see the light. But, all he can see is a desperate girl, clinging onto a love she lost in a father figure and who is losing hope of survival.

The Anchor Bar, 1/2 Mile, Outskirts of Francis Bay. Early Evening. Benjamin sits at a table alone with a half drunk beer, and he plays with the glass, as he day dreams. It's been over a week since Christopher went missing. It makes Benjamin really uptight, as well as tired. Despite Benjamin's manipulating attempts to keep his man, it appears Benjamin loved Chris. Christopher however had his own vendetta with another man. Even if Christopher is still alive, it's highly unlikely he will end up in Benjamin's arms, considering Christopher discovered who Benjamin was, his mother was and their connections. The entrance door opens and in steps Officer Durham, who spots a rather lonely Benjamin. Durham asks the bar tender to bring his beer over to the table and he brings company to a temporarily quiet Benjamin.
'Can I share my grief, with yours?' Durham queries.
'What grief is that?' Benjamin frowns.
'Benjamin, this is a small town, you and Christopher,' Durham points out.
'Yeah, well, I'm dealing with it, clinging onto hope,' Benjamin sighs. 'I was sorry to hear about Sumner. It was really tragic.'
'Thanks, I hope you can attend his funeral tomorrow,' Durham acknowledges.
'Sure,' Benjamin accepts. 'How is your missing case going on Charlotte King?'
'I'm not supposed to tell you this, but we found something suspicious in the café basement earlier on, sent evidence off to forensics,' Durham whispers.
'I see,' Benjamin raises his eyebrow. 'That doesn't sound promising.'
'Dominic and Deloris, they're really distraught.'
'I can imagine.'
'I'm sure a lead will catch onto Christopher. There has to be a light at the end of the tunnel.'
'Sure.'
'If you need to talk, just holler.'
Benjamin smiles slightly and is taken by Durham's words of comfort.

Saturday 25th January 2003, Francis Bay, Long Island. It's the day of Ted Sumner's funeral. To many he was victim to an outsiders attack, but he was far from it. He was a desperate cop himself trying to cover his own tracks. But, Joe Hayes interference and his untimely death, brought the conclusion of Bethany covering her own secrets. Bethany doesn't care much for Sumner, although she must keep up the pretence to make it look like she has human feeling, not that Sumner had much anyway. Rebecca thinks it's not a good idea, to make an appearance as they have other worries, due to Harry gone missing. Bethany assures Rebecca that they will hear news in due course. Emma agrees and Rebecca is reluctant to share the back seat will Benjamin, who has issues of his own, with his supposed worry of missing Christopher.

Dominic insists both he and Deloris attend Sumner' s funeral, despite Charlotte also missing. Deloris is beside herself, after the discovery of blood in the basement. Dominic in thought, knows Bethany will be there, but it will not deter him from making a front, even if he also disliked the now departed Sumner, who had him held hostage over a week ago.

Every attends the funeral of Ted Sumner at the town church and both Dominic and Deloris take different seats to the Wilsons as Dominic feels uncomfortable sitting next to his arch enemy and Deloris can't stand the site of Benjamin, Rebecca and Emma after what happened in Episode 132, 'Fives A Crowd.'
'Can't say I blame her, can you?' Rebecca whispers to Emma.
'Yeah, no thanks to him,' Emma raises her eyebrow, referring to Benjamin, who's sat the opposite side to Bethany.
'Deloris looks the distraught, the toll it must be taking, not knowing what's happened to her mother,' Rebecca points out.
Bethany starts to listen to Rebecca's conversation with Emma.
'It's awful, just too much of a coincidence that three people would go missing within the same week and same area,' Emma says. 'You knew Charlotte more than I did, and with Christopher and your Dad...what's the link?'
'I wish I knew,' Rebecca frowns.
The service goes ahead and Durham makes a heart hearted speech and is overwhelmed by grief, Benjamin takes it upon himself to calm him. Rebecca and Emma know this is just a front of him being nice and the Kings are not convinced either.

Gloria's Home.Harry now has one leg strapped around his leg and handcuffed by one hand. Gloria then enters the bedroom with lunch for Harry, who informs her that it's Sumner's funeral.
'Well, since you're in no state to go, do you seriously think that, they will begrudge you not turning up?' Gloria chuckles.
'Listen Gloria, are these straps and handcuffs necessary?' Harry wonders.
'I want to trust Har...Daddy, but...maybe in time,' Gloria considers. 'And maybe, you'll grow to love me, like I already love you.'
Harry stares at Gloria in sheer disbelief. He's hoping that she will come round and it's just part of her illness that is doing the talking. Parts of him feels sorry for what is happening to Gloria. It's tragic and there is nothing Gloria can do to help her survival. All she has is weeks or months. If she dies, while Harry lays helpless in bed, who will save him? But, what if Gloria does intend to take his life, if she sees the end is near?
'I'm sure your officer friend, had a great send off,' Gloria assures Harry. 'Now eat up, we don't want your lunch getting cold.'
Gloria kisses Harry on the forehead and heads to the door, before turning back.
'You know I love you, don't you?' Gloria questions.
Harry nervously smiles and nods at the same time.
'It's just you and me,'til the end of time,' Gloria smiles.
Gloria exits the room, with Harry staring at his lunch.
'Oh help,' Harry groans to himself.

Francis Bay, Long Island. Attending the wake at the Police Station, Emma attempts to make conversation with Deloris, but Deloris insists her kind words can't make up for what happened at the Palace Hotel in Manhattan. Deloris gives Benjamin the ultimate brush off, when he approaches her. Durham thanks Benjamin for his comfort and the mayor makes an appearance and speech on Sumner and assures the Wilsons and Kings that their loved ones will return home safe. Durham then gets pulled aside by a forensic officer and states that Charlotte Kings DNA, is on the crowbar, but it appears that the crowbar, was not used for any blunt trauma. Benjamin attempts to listen in.
Dominic goes outside for fresh air and is surprised by Bethany's abrupt appearance.
'I've been meaning to talk to you,' Bethany claims.
'Is this the part where, we are supposed to share each others grief and f***?' Dominic sarcastically acknowledges. 'I told you, I don't want you anywhere near me.'
'I just wanted you to know, that I'm praying for Charlottes safe return,' Bethany explains.
'No shit,' Dominic snaps. 'And there's me thinking, you're behind the whole thing.'
'I see, you think I had something to do with her disappearance?' Bethany second guesses.
'Well, do you?'
'No,' Bethany lies.
'Harry's disappearance must be driving you crazy, he's either dead or somebody's kidnapped him or even possibly faked his own death to get to you,' Dominic figures. 'Either way, he's had a lucky escape. Say, the same about Christopher, where your beloved son is concerned.'
'Keep your voice down,' Bethany warns.
'Ever since the day, you came here, I feared that this time would come. It's destroyed everything, that I worked hard for, and the people I love,' Dominic cries. 'I did all your dirty work, and you still pushed and pushed.'
'This is probably the last thing I'd want to ask, but what has happened to the tape recording of the confessions? The one that Joe Hayes gave to Charlotte before she died?' Bethany worries.
'Don't worry your cunning pretty little head about that one. It's OK Beth, I haven't decided to throw in the f*****g towel just yet. And that's not for your sake. It's for my Daughters.'
Dominic drinks up his wine and heads back into the police station. Dominic and Deloris are then pulled aside by Durham, who informs them of the forensic discovery and Deloris breaks down, as she realizes they are dealing with a murder inquiry. Dominic takes his daughter home. Durham is really stressed and Benjamin offers him a drink back at his cabin home.

Benjamin gets Durham drunk and one thing leads to another.

Sunday 26th January 2003, Francis Bay, Long Island. Durham awakes next to Benjamin, with a massive hangover. He jumps out of bed, and starts getting dressed. Benjamin tries to encourage him to stay, but Durham thinks he's made a big mistake and takes off, leaving Benjamin frustrated.

Gloria again tends to Harry, with breakfast and informs him that she will run him a bath. Harry attempts to persuade her to take him to a hospital, but she insists it won't be necessary. Gloria brings a wheel chair, with some pills, but before she can make the bed, she feels faint and takes a breather. Gloria refuses let the cancer get the better of her and puts Harry into the wheel chair and escorts him down the one level house corridor to the bathroom.
'Are you going to be present, while I wash?' Harry queries, feeling the pain in both his arm and leg, as well as uncomfortable.
'I will be pulling up a chair, just outside the door, just to make sure you don't hurt yourself,' Gloria claims. 'And to make sure you don't try anything silly.'
'Like what, make an escape?' Harry raises his eyebrows. 'I'm hardly in a condition to run a Marathon.'
'No need for sarcasm Daddy,' Gloria smiles. 'Here let me help you undress.'
Gloria removes Harry's bottoms and the swelling and bruising of his injuries are clear to the eye. Harry is very worried.
'It's bad I know, but it can only get better, so will your arm,' Gloria says.
'In all honesty, you should be getting care, since you mentioned you had...you know, I mean is this vendetta against my supposed daughter, worth the stress?' Harry reminds her.
'It's a challenge, worth taking on, since I have nothing to lose anymore. You won't change my mind, this is your home now,' Gloria states.
'People will be looking for me,' Harry points out.
'Enough talk, please, I have f*****g headache, and you're going on like a f*****g parrot. I'm trying to keep you safe, you ungrateful Bastard!' Gloria snaps.
Harry sits in shock, by Gloria's abrupt outburst, but almost immediately Gloria is guilty by this and quickly apologizes. Harry reluctantly and nervously accepts her apology and she helps him into the bath. When goes to sits by the bathroom door, she becomes faint again, and notices that her hair is start to fall away.

Dominic and Deloris are made aware that an advanced search party has ensued for Charlotte and a brazen Bethany offers to take party and whilst alone in her room, she makes a call to the Francis Bay Killer, Benita. Dominic refuses Bethany's help and that she should concentrate on finding Harry. Rebecca is concerned that something even more devastating has happened to Harry and that his disappearance could be linked to both Christopher's and Charlottes. Emma in her mind doesn't think so. Emma receives a call from Elaina on her cell phone. Elaina is calling her from the New York Times.
'What are you doing at work, you've got other superiors running the paper, while you tend to Abraham,' Emma said.
'I was just on my way back from seeing Andy and I thought I'd have a few moments to myself,' Elaina replies. 'It scares me seeing him like that. I have no more than five weeks and there's no more options.'
'He'll make it, I know it, you have to believe he will too.'
'I try everyday Emma, but why is he there? Elaina cries. 'Because, Christopher was after a man, that knew Harry and that he could possibly be in danger.'
'I haven't had time to look into this dilemma personally, Harry has gone missing too amongst other things,' Emma explains.
'Maybe, we should get Harry to explain to me, why Christopher suspects an organization is after him and my husband is caught in the crossfire,' Elaina considers.
'Like you said, we have to investigate this between you I, there are a lot of bad goings on here in Francis Bay, and I don't like them. Three people that Bethany, Rebecca and myself know have vanished within a week. Don't you find that odd?' Emma suspects.
'Possibly.'
'Christopher' s warning before I last heard from him that night, sounded like someone close, was somebody I shouldn't trust.'
'Well, when you get the chance to play detective, I might go for a long shot and track down Eric Lance, that's if he's still alive,' Elaina informs. 'I wanna know why my husband is fighting for his life.
'What about Chanel Mantel?' Emma questions.
'I think I want my son to know, that at least one of his parents are still at full health, too dangerous. Anyway call me when you get the chance.'
After exchanging goodbyes, Elaina gets to work. The camera pans to Elaina's phone and it has been tapped by Hugo and Beagle.

Benjamin sits in his fisherman's office on Francis Bay Harbour and is constantly distracted by his reflection in the mirror. He then stands up and kicks the chair in annoyance. Durham the enters the office and quickly apologises for his getaway that morning and says he would like to see Benjamin again, if he would like the company. Benjamin smiles and offers to help participate in Charlottes search. No leads have been found on her disappearance.

Both Dominic and Deloris make pleas on the news and Bethany begins to get really tense, while watching, knowing she was an accomplice in Charlottes murder, or the person who set it up.

Harry playing along with Gloria, offers her to have dinner with him. What's his intensions?

NYC PRECINCT, MANHATTAN. Hugo and Beagle listen to the recordings of Elaina and Emma's conversation.

FBPD, Francis Bay. Following an arrest of a boutique employee, who had been spying on women undressing, a police officer finds one dated Saturday 24th August 2002. He plays it and watches two females enter a dress room. They looks familiar.
The one female, is Rebecca and the other is Linda Perry (Cassidy Freeman), dressed in a scarf, wearing sunglasses and gloves. 'Rebecca this isn't such a good idea,' Linda says.
'Hey, it's just you and me nobody else,' Rebecca puts her arms around her and kisses her. 'I love you.'
'I'm too much of a liability.' '
You're talking to the master of liabilities, now lets see this hot stuff on ya, it's OK, just remember, I'm here.'

The officer is shocked by the two people, in the video, more to the fact that not only is his colleagues supposed daughter in the video, but also who was once the female vampire killer Linda Perry, who's life was eventually taken by the Francis Bay Killer, on Halloween night.
'No shit,' The officer gasps.

Gloria's Home. Gloria sits in her room and gazes at what life she has left in her. She is slowly dying and when the time comes, she is hoping Harry will see, who Rebecca really is. Her face is pale. every last bit of energy, wasting on hatred. She grasps a pair of scissor and starts to cut away at her falling hair, as Harry once again lays helpless in the room opposite, in pain.

Dinner comes round at 7:30. P.M., and Gloria escorts Harry into the kitchen for dinner. Gloria is surprised that Harry wanted dinner with her. Harry notices that Gloria has cut her hair down. Gloria takes her pills and Harry pretends he has pain and she places the bottle of capsules on the table for him, although he does ask for a glass of water. As she heads to the faucet, he starts to pour the capsules into her glass of wine. After she brings the water to him, he puts one in his mouth and takes it down with his water. Gloria lays down the dinner for him and they both raise a glass. Harry starts to drink his wine and Gloria puts the glass to her mouth, with a smug look on her face. Harry starts to feel woozy, then extremely dizzy, until he passes out.

Later that evening, Harry is strapped down with both legs and both his hands handcuffed together. Harry awakes to Gloria standing over him in the dark, and to the sound of pouring rain outside.
'You really thought you could outwit me, because you'd take advantage of my cancer?' Gloria grunts.
Harry freezes in terror, as she moves closer, with intent to torture.
'I saw you in the reflection of my mini kitchen mirror, putting your pills into my glass,' Gloria explains. 'I wondered why you were so keen to get me to have dinner with you, because you know I would give you your pills and without thinking for that one moment, I realized I put the whole bottle on that table after you asked for a glass of water and I had to glance my one eye to your reflection. You could've ended my pain, there and then, just so you could get back home to your precious Rebecca.'
'Gloria?'
'Why is it so important to you to go to someone you don't remember, when you should be grateful for how I've taken care of you?' Gloria snaps. 'Well, you can forget the pampering from now on. 'You'll get your feeds, your washes. But apart from that, you'll be as you are, until the day I die.'
'It doesn't have to be this way,' Harry pleads.
'For whom? You, me, your wife...or her?'
'It's terrible what's happening to you, I wish I could make it better, but this, it paints a bad picture for yourself,' Harry answers.
'Then I've got nothing to lose then, nobody cares about what I'm going through, all I have is pity and a doctor dating out my possible fate. If you can't see the truth, then I will deliver it to someone else,' Gloria voices.

Monday 27th January 2003, Francis Bay, Long Island. Gloria turns up at the Wilsons and offers her support to the family and tells them, that she hopes Harry will be found safe and well. Little do they know, she is holding him captive in her home. Rebecca appreciates Gloria's fake words of comfort and Gloria offers to invite the family over for dinner that evening and insists she would like the company and that she has something important to show them. Rebecca accepts the offer. Rebecca escorts Gloria to her car, where Gloria removes her hat and all her hair is gone. Rebecca is shocked and emotional. Gloria says, that having Rebecca as her friend, will be a comfort in her final months alive. Gloria gives Rebecca her address, before driving away. Gloria drives past officer Ingram's patrol car and he asks to speak to Rebecca in private. They ascend the Light House and look out to sea.
'Miss Wilson, I don't know how to tell you this, but I have evidence which shows your association with the deceased Linda Perry,' Ingram informs.
'I don't understand,' Rebecca frowns.
'During a separate case, we came across videotapes and there was one that stood out. I alone watched the video, which showed a camcorder recording both you and the Miss Perry, in what appeared to be a very intimate moment,' Ingram states.
'Are you sure it was me?' Rebecca asks.
'You stood out perfectly in the video and it was most definitely Miss Perry with you...So were you and Miss Perry sexually involved?'
'Why? Why does it matter?' Rebecca worries.
'Because after two of my colleagues were murdered by Miss Perry, three months ago, you disappeared with her,' Ingram reminds her. 'You weren't kidnapped were you? You were protecting her.'
'Look, you are being disrespectful, my father is missing and you decide to throw theses disgusting accusations at me,' Rebecca seethes. 'Well, f**k you. Don't you have any decorum?'
'My sympathy will always be here, based on your father, Miss Wilson. But, I'm not letting this go. I suspect you knew of Miss Perry's vampire outburst long before her death and you covered for her after she created a massacre. You won't admit it, but in time, you'll have no choice. I'll stay in touch.'
Ingram leaves the Lighthouse, and Rebecca in dire straits. She is almost short of breath with huge anxiety ascends her. She almost hyperventilates with panic. Gloria gets impaired vision momentarily and then she informs Harry of her plan to humiliate Rebecca right in front of him, as well as who is coming to the supposed dinner, including Emma. It's 6PM, only ninety minutes and Harry is helpless, as well as Amnesic.

At the Wilson's Bethany finds, Gloria's address on the table and realizes it's a suburb, just an intersection away from the crash site where Harry went missing. Bethany begins to get suspicious and pulls a shaky Rebecca upon it.
'This address that Gloria gave you,' Bethany points out. 'It's only a few blocks away from the intersection, where your father went missing.'
'Oh right,' Rebecca answers nervously.
'Are you OK?' Bethany asks, getting suspicious.
'Yeah, just thinking about Daddy,' Rebecca replies, now under the eye of an officer, that knows of Rebecca's connection to the deceased Linda Perry. 'What are you trying to say about the address?'
'Like I just said, your father went missing just off the Cul-de-sac, that is written on this piece of paper,' Bethany repeats.
'Maybe it's just a coincidence,' Rebecca figures brushing her hair.
'Whatever you say,' Bethany shrugs.
Bethany heads upstairs and can hear Emma is still busy getting ready for the dinner, that won't be and she heads into the bedroom and makes a quick phone call.
'Hi, it's me,' Bethany whispers. 'I've just discovered something strange about something in my possession right now. I need your help...right now.'

NYC. At a hotdog stand around 6:45 PM, Hugo and Beagle agree to keep go out of their local territory and make it their own personal jurisdiction in the investigation into the Cosmos and Harry Wilson's, who's name was mentioned between Emma and Elaina.

Francis Bay, Long Island. Emma notices Rebecca is looking peaked, but Rebecca insists she is fine. The three girls hop into the car and begin a twenty minute drive to Gloria's home.

Gloria's residence. Gloria re-enters, the room Harry is kept in with a shotgun and it appears, she is deteriorating faster than she realized. She is struggling for breath and her face is much paler.
'The pain is getting worse, Daddy,' Gloria cries out. 'Once they get here, I think I'll have to end it all tonight, for everyone.'
'Gloria I know you're suffering, but please this is not the way,' Harry pleads.
'Well it is for me,' Gloria strains her voice. 'Why should that bitch win. It's not fair.'
'I can help you,' Harry shivers.
'That's what they all say, but it's just words. Just utter Bullshit,' Gloria grunts.
'Even if it is true, that Rebecca may have lied about who she is, you'll come out of this far worse,' Harry suggests. 'What people will hear is, is that you kidnapped me and murdered myself and my family in cold blood and then cowardly killed yourself. Neither the press or Public will see you as a the poor girl with a tragic illness, that's eating you alive. That's not you talking Gloria, it's the disease. If it was you talking, you wouldn't hurt Rebecca for sure would you. I know in that heart of yours, you're a good person, a good person who doesn't deserve to die from an evil poison that should never exist. Please, if you let me help, you can die peacefully with a warm hand to lead you to heaven. I beg you, is it really worth it?'
Gloria thinks momentarily as a sharp hits her temple and she staggers out of the room, with the shotgun. Harry hopes his words of hopeful wisdom have done the trick.

It has just gotten dark, and a presence is moving towards Gloria's home via the back door. The assailant uses a lock pick to gain access to Gloria's home and enters the kitchen.

Bethany receives a message on her cell and it's reads. 'Did a little investigating before I go in and you were right, just found Harry's I.D Card in the trash. I'll take it from here. B x. Bethany smirks to herself as she places the phone back in her pocket, as she continues to drive to Gloria's, along with Rebecca and Emma.

The camera pans downward to high heeled boots. The face of the assailant is not shown. The intruder is none other than, Benita, the Francis Bay Killer, who is doing it's deed for Bethany. Holding it's machete the killer slowly manoeuvres in the dark hallway of the house and is stopped in it's tracks by Gloria stood behind, grasping a shotgun at the murderer, whilst swaying. Gloria is unstable and weaker than ever, but that doesn't stop her.
'Don't move a f*****g muscle Bitch. What is this f*****g Halloween?' Gloria snaps. 'Drop your weapon now.'
The killer in the cloak, drops the machete, with it's hands up.
'Now turn around and let s...ee ...thos...hhhhhands,' Gloria orders.
The Francis Bay murderer turns to face Gloria, Camera still concealing the identity of the murderer. Gloria appears to know who it is by her expression.
'Oh it's you,' Gloria chuckles bravely fight off her pain. 'Didn't see as the type in touch with it's feminine side. Maybe you can tell me all about it, when YOU SIT THE F*** DOWN ON THAT CHAIR AND I PUNISH YOU...severely.

NYT, NYC. Elaina makes a brief appearance at her desk late at night and takes a moment to look at a picture of herself, Abraham and Andy together. All she can do is live in hope that he awakes from his coma, within the next couple of weeks. Elaina then notices that, some things have been moved around and suspects somebody has been intruding in her office. She then looks at the phone and opens the bottom cover and is shocked to find it bugged. She takes the bug out and places the phone back down. Almost immediately, the phone rings and she answers.

'Hello?'...Oh my God. What the hell are you doing calling here?"

Gloria Lang's Residence. Gloria has the Francis Bay murderer at gun point in her kitchen, whilst Harry is in the bedroom down the hallway. The camera doesn't show the identity of the Francis Bay killer.
Gloria is more and more going to desperate measures, as her vision becomes more impaired and her body more unstable. Gloria throws insults at the murderer, but the assailant remains calm.
'You know, I thought I was nuts, but you, you're something else and I don't know how you found me, but Harry is not going anywhere,' Gloria threats. 'If anything Norman Bates, we can all die here tonight, as long as Harry discovers the truth about Rebecca. Funny, I'm surprised you two hate each other, considering your darkness is almost as delusional as hers. You can call me a hypocrite if you like...No? Well, I guess this is where it ends for you. Adios Bitch.'
Gloria then stumbles against the chair and fires at the ceiling. The Francis Bay Killer reacts and knocks the shotgun out of her hand. Gloria attempts to wrestle with the psycho, but it's too strong. The murderer gets Gloria into a headlock and slams her into the refrigerator. Gloria can hardly get her breath and is thrown against the cooker, where the gas is accidently turned on. The killer steps into the hallway to retrieve it's machete. Outside, Bethany, Rebecca and Emma arrive across the road and Rebecca points out the address. Bethany is aware of what might be occurring. The murderer steps back into the kitchen in attempt to claim it's supposed fifth victim, when it notices Gloria is about to strike a match with the gas on.
'Come on, you man whore, do your worst,' Gloria tries provoke. 'You're not taking him away from me.'
The murderer does not hesitate to dart of out the back door, just as Gloria strikes the match. Bethany, Rebecca and Emma take a few paces toward the house, when it suddenly explodes. The three duck for cover from the debris. Rebecca is first to rise to her feet.
'Well, I'll be f***ed,' Rebecca gasps.
Bethany fears that not only Benita has been blown to smithereens, but also Harry as well.
'No,' Bethany silently cries out.
Suddenly, a voice is heard behind them. It's Harry. He had somehow released himself, whilst Gloria was distracted and got out before the explosion.
'Harry!' Bethany shouts.
'Daddy!' Rebecca screams in relief.
She quickly hugs her father, as a relieved Bethany and Emma watch on.
'I thought I lost you, so glad you're alright,' Rebecca tearfully says.
'I'm glad you think that, but I've got to admit, I don't remember either of you,' Harry acknowledges.
Upon learning the shock, Bethany is concerned for the mass murderer, who has caused many massacres.

Kings Café, Francis Bay, Long Island. Dominic and Deloris are informed by the police, that the search and investigation into Charlottes bloody disappearance could come to a temporary stop and may have consider that she is dead. Deloris breaks down, and Dominic is in shock.

Bethany tries to make Harry feel at home and Rebecca is left bewildered by Gloria's actions and wonders why she would kidnap her father. Fellow officers are pleased that Harry has returned safely. Harry points out that Gloria was dying and that her cancer was to blame for what happened. But, this makes Rebecca more anxious to know what was said behind closed doors. Secondly, she has the worry of another officer, knowing her association with the deceased, Linda Perry. Rebecca and Bethany head into a private conversation.
'Do you think he will get his memory back?' Rebecca wonders.
'Give it time,' Bethany insists. 'Just be happy that he's back here with us.'
'I've just got a bad feeling about, what happened at that house,' Rebecca worries.
'Like, did Gloria tell the Harry the truth about your true identity?' Bethany figures. 'If she did, I wouldn't worry, because you'll have me to convince him, that Gloria was talking out of her ass.'
'That's not the only problem, somebody else knows about me and Linda.'
'Who?'
Suddenly, the front door opens. It's Benjamin. Bethany smiles.

Later, that evening, Rebecca checks in on Harry and kisses him goodnight.
'I love you Daddy,' Rebecca whispers. 'Even if you don't remember.'
Rebecca exits, just as Harry is aware of what she said.

Next door in Benjamin's cabin house, Durham stops by to find out how Benjamin feels and Benjamin is more than happy to let him stay. Benjamin glances momentarily at himself in the mirror, before placing a CD in the Hi Fi.
'I hope you like sixties music. This is the Dave Clark five. Glad all Over, a song so catchy. Of course they weren't a match for the Beatles, but what the hell, in my opinion just as good,' Benjamin chuckles.

'You say that you love me, say you love me
All of the time, you say that you need me
You always be mine

I'm feeling Glad All Over, baby I'm Glad all Over,
so Glad your miiiiinnnne'

Benjamin exits the living room for a few moments as the song continues to play. You can hear Benjamin still talking. His voice then gets louder as it sounds like he re-entered the room.
'I just love classics, so much more about music than the flaunting of today don't you agree honey?' Benjamin' s voice sounds
'Of course,' Durham grins looking out in the direction of the estuary.
'Hey, Babe.'
Durham turns with the camera still on him
Bethany can hear the music in the distance and proceeds to the cabin, where she makes a shocking discovering with the camera staying on her.
'Oh my f*****g God,' Bethany stands in horror.
The camera freeze frames on Bethany.

END OF EPISODE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX

This is Kirsten Dunst final guest appearance as Gloria Lang

This is Christian Bales final guest appearance as Officer Durham.

EPISODE, ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN, COMING SOON