- Frank... Frank turned to his mother. Go talk to Alexandra Eames...that's the name of your brother's partner.
Alexandra Eames...
So that was the name of the woman his brother had been madly in love with for fourteen years.
But how did his mother know her name.
His younger brother had always refused to reveal to them the name of the girl who made his heart beat then, and who still made it beat now.
And for whom he was deeply unhappy.
- She came to see me...
Alexandra Eames, the woman his brother was still madly in love with, and deeply unhappy about, had come to see his mother.
Why.
For what reason.
He'd thought his brother hadn't had a chance with her since he'd left her in his twenties.
And then, as if by magic, this girl, fourteen years later, reappeared not only in his brother's life, but she also had a thirteen-year-old daughter, who was none other than his brother's daughter, but who was not to know that he was her father.
What's more, Lucy had openly told him and his mother how her brother had tried everything in his power to make her mother succumb to his charms again, and if he understood his niece, he wasn't exactly going easy on her, and Lucy's mother didn't seem insensitive to his insistence.
And now Lucy's mother had come to see her mother.

Could it be that, despite all her years, Alexandra Eames was still in love with her brother?
But if that was the case, then why was her brother so unhappy?
And why hadn't he offered to get together and live a family life, like any normal couple?
It just wasn't logical.
- Alex came to ask me about the past. Frank looked at his mother, surprised to hear her pronounce not his brother's partner's first or last name, but her nickname. She didn't really listen to what I told her about your brother... and why he had to leave her without any explanation. She put her hand on her son's, squeezing it. Who knows... She tightened the pressure of her fingers on his. Maybe with you...
Maybe with him...
Oh...
Frank opened his mouth to close it again.
He could see what his mother was asking.
But even he had thought about it.
But Frank didn't think it was a good solution.
If he went to Alexandra Eames, his brother would resent his meddling.
And he might even alienate Eames from Bobby.
It was far too sensitive a subject.
And he couldn't see himself getting involved.
- Frank... Francès plunged his big brown eyes into his son's azure gaze. You're Bobby's older brother... She emphasized the last words, nodded. And he needs you.

Good God...
So he hadn't made a mistake.
His mother wanted him to intervene.
But how.
He couldn't just show up at Eames' work, and ask to speak to her.
- Go talk to her... please.
At her words, Frank relented.
His mother had won, and so had his brother.
He'd talk to Eames when he left here.
But thinking about his younger brother, Frank wasn't really sure he'd appreciate the initiative.
But on the other hand, his mother was right.
He couldn't stand by when his little brother was in deep trouble, and Frank knew who was the only person who could put an end to that suffering.
Alexandra Eames.
- I'll talk to Eames.
At Frank's words, Francès nodded, a big smile spreading across his lips.
Maybe with Frank, Alex would really listen to his side of the story.
And stop thinking he'd given up on him.
Yes.
Here's hoping.
Because Francès couldn't see how she could make things right between her youngest son and Alex, if Frank didn't intervene.
So we had to keep our fingers crossed.
And hope that this time it would be the right one.

- Alexandra Eames...
At her name, and the man who had just stopped at her desk, Eames looked up.
Good heavens...
No.
It couldn't be him.
Goren wouldn't have sent him.
Eames knew exactly who the man in front of her was.
Despite the strong physiognomic differences with Goren, she was sure it was Frank Goren, her older brother.
Frank was more the playboy type, compared to his brother, but a beauty that didn't appeal to Eames at all.
Yes.
Eames had to admit it.
Frank was handsome.
But Bobby had much more charm than his brother, and looked much more like a man.
But for all his differences, there was a slight resemblance.
And above all, his hair, its color, was the same as Lucy's. So it was from his uncle.
So it was from her uncle that her daughter had inherited her slightly wavy, golden hair.
- Frank Goren...
At his name, Frank nodded.
So Alexandra Eames had recognized him, without ever having seen him.
It was rather strange.

Had she seen even the slightest resemblance between him and her brother?
For Frank had to admit, people rarely mistook them for brothers.
But she, Alexandra Eames, had immediately made the connection.
- I've come to talk to you...
Frank, Bobby's older brother, had come to talk to him.
And for what reason.
Had he come to try, like his mother, to make him doubt his father, and make him believe that Goren hadn't cowardly abandoned him?
If that's what it was all about.
To come and talk to her about her brother, well, she wouldn't listen.
It didn't concern him.
- I haven't got the time.
Eames didn't have time.
Was the lie true?
Frank had his doubts.
She understood very well why he was there, and she didn't seem to appreciate the initiative.
And if his brother found out what he'd come to do, he knew he wouldn't be happy either.
But Frank hadn't come all this way for nothing, so he wouldn't leave until he'd talked to her.

- This won't take long... please.
No and no.
Eames wouldn't talk to Frank.
Let alone Bobby.
It was none of his business.
- Bobby didn't send me. She looked at him septically. It was me who came to talk to you.
She understood that.
Goren would never have asked his brother or his mother to intervene.
She knew him well.
He didn't depend on anyone, and always managed on his own.
And had been for as long as she'd known him.
And it wasn't after fourteen years that he was going to change his ways.
- I'll just ask you for five minutes... and then I'll leave.
But he insisted.
In that respect, she recognized Bobby in Frank.
This habit of insisting when she said no, until she gave in.
For sure, they were brothers.
God wouldn't be lying.
Just five minutes...
he told her.
And then Frrank would go away.
Was it true.

After his five minutes, Frank would leave him alone.
Maybe he was different from Bobby in that respect.
Because whenever she gave Bobby the slightest thing, he always took the opportunity to ask for more.
And every time, she fell for it.
But it had to be said that she was also responsible.
If instead of giving in to him, she'd put up barriers right away, maybe he'd have stopped insisting.
Then again, she wasn't really sure.
But who knows.
Maybe Frank was different.
And so, maybe she should give him a chance.
All right then...
She'd give him his five minutes, but not a minute longer, not a second longer.
- Very well... She pushed her chair away from her desk, and stood up. But not here... Eames indicated for Frank to follow with a wave of his hand, who nodded, following her, heading for the elevator. Let's talk at the café downstairs.