Episode
3.09
The Bridge
Becker
tapped his gloved fingers on the cement wall as he watched the icy water in the
moon and streetlights. He knew this conversation was going to happen the moment
he had first seen Sally, he was just glad he could keep his wife at bay for
just a few more hours. His stomach was in knots as he saw her red hair in the
distance under the beanie.
For a split
moment he felt like he had ten years earlier when they had gotten married, or even how he had felt when they were in college.
She was still beautiful he couldn’t deny that. But the life they were leading
in the suburbia hell had killed the man he was and his only way to survive was
some misguided idea to run off and create a new identity—he had been Joe Shamus
and become Shamus Becker.
“Joe, I’m
glad you’re here.” She hugged herself as she tried to stay warm in the
“I won’t
keep you long Sally, but I have to tell you please forget that we ever existed
together. Forget that Joe Shamus ever existed.” His eyes pleaded with her, and
he could still see the hope that he loved her in them.
She placed
a hand on his shoulder and blinked to hold back tears, “Joe you’re my husband.
The only man I’ve ever loved. Do you honestly think I could forget about that?”
He covered
her hand with his, “I’m not that man anymore Sally. I’ve changed so much over
these last few years. And I mean more then my name. I have a great life here
and then one day I looked up and you were there.”
“Fate Joe,
it was fate.”
Becker
shook his head, “No it was just a coincidence. I have a great life, I don’t
want you coming between it.”
Sally shook
her head while taking a deep, unsteady breath, “No you just want Siobhan,
right?”
Becker
looked out on the floating water and then back, meeting her eyes, “I love
Siobhan.” He was silent for a minute as he tried to find the right words that
wouldn’t hurt but he knew that was impossible, “I love her in ways I couldn’t
even fathom loving you.”
Ethan’s
House
Abby kissed
Ethan, she felt a need but somewhere inside of her she knew it wasn’t what it
had to be for this to happen. She went about the motions mechanically. Kissing
his neck, nibbling his earlobe—unbuttoning his shirt, letting her fingers graze
his chiseled chest. She closed her eyes, as his hands took over,
pushing the fabric of her dress away and his warm, soft lips tasted her
shoulders.
They laid back on the bed, she was opening her self up for him,
and yet he stopped. He climbed off the bed, standing at the foot, shaking his
head. “Its not time yet Abs.” Ethan began to button his shirt back up.
Abby
blinked and nodded, “Your right, we should wait. What’s the hurry right? We’ll
have the rest of our lives.”
Ethan
smiled, his white teeth almost blinding her, “Exactly the rest of our lives.”
Abby pulled
up her dress as she stood up and slipped her shoes back on, “I should leave, no need to test temptation, right?”
Hallow
Hills
Doug kissed
Isabella’s forehead as he pulled her blanket up, and turned off the light. It
was then he saw the lights flashing outside; quickly he went to the window and
saw several police cars, and the medical examiner van. He quickly cursed before
rushing out the door.
Doug
stopped, panic filled his face, “There’s several police cars outside by the
pool house.”
“Why?” Was
all
“I’m going
to go and find out right now.”
Kip pulled
on a pair of loose jeans and socks before grabbing his Heaven Beach University
Sweatshirt as he slid on a pair of shoes and made his way to go outside and see
what was up with all the lights flashing around.
Hallow
Hotel Room 5
Sean McKay
placed several vanilla scented candles throughout the motel room. He was
thrilled to be able to leave his brother and niece alone for bonding time. He
was starting to feel as though he had to be with them all the time, to make
things less awkward between them. He was just so glad he would have tonight,
his secret night to release
himself. He would be able to do what he wanted, with the girl he wanted.
A smile
crept across his face, and if anyone had seen Sean at this moment they might
wonder what could be going through his mind as he began to light the candles.
Conner’s
Apartment—Lysa’s Room
Lysa
fluffed her hair in the mirror before she took a nice long slow breath, she smiled before applying a light coat of
peppermint flavored gloss to her lips. She looked over at her bed, and the body
pillow she’d stuffed under the covers. She opened her computer and put up her
media player, hitting play on track 3 of the Ashlee
Simpson album.
Turning off
the lights, she opened her window and climbed out on to the fire escape and
slowly started down the side of the building.
Maggie
rubbed her eyes as she looked at the computer screen again, re-reading the
e-mail she was sending to her father.
From: magpie69@pinonhallow.net
Subject: Christmas
Hi Daddy, I was talking to Carsyn
and we were thinking that perhaps instead of me going to
Maggie
After she
hit send, she looked over at the news paper article she had cut out sitting on
her desk. Well more like the picture of Conner from the article, at the same
time the radio broke in with Right Here Waiting. She chewed on her lower lip
for a moment before picking up her car keys and going towards the door. She
knew what she had to do, and where she had to go.
Abby’s Car
Abby turned
on the radio just before entering an intersection in the middle of down town.
The soft end of a Barry Manilow song ended, and the
DJ or reporter broke in. Good evening Pinõn Hallow. The time is now 12:17 am
and this is the news for the hour. Earlier this evening a body was found at
Hallow Hills. The Police are investigating but no word yet on if it was a
murder, accidental, or natural death.
Abby
stopped her car and cursed as she started up again, changing the signal and
turning left instead of right, and driving to Hallow Hills instead of home.
Conner’s
Apartment
Conner
looked at the box of Christmas ornaments he had thought he could convince Lysa
to start with tonight but instead she wanted to go to bed. He had peaked in on
her a little before and everything appeared to be fine. He sighed as he sank
down onto the couch, and was about to turn the television up when he heard a
knocking on the door.
Curiosity
got to him as he padded over and opened the door, stunned to see Maggie
standing their. Her hair pulled into a loose pony tail, her face make-up free,
“Mags, what are you doing here?”
She looked
down at her feet, still in her slippers, before looking up, and her eyes
locking with Conner, “I had to talk to you. I had to see you.”
Conner
smiled, “Come in then.”
She did and
he gently closed the door behind her.
As Maggie
looked around, “This last year has been insane, for both of us. I mean from
Kevin, to Grace and anyone else in between. But I have to know Conner—do you
still love me?”
A darkness
came over him as he leaned against the couch, “Maggie, I want to say yes,
because I do. But right now I need to focus on getting back into my life. I
have a teenage daughter to raise and a business to run. I have intense therapy
sessions dealing with my months locked up in the basement of that house.”
Maggie
nodded and blinked as she tried to hold back the tears in her eyes, “If only I
had realized you were down their.”
Conner
reached out and touched her face, “Maggie, I always knew you would be the one
to save me. You have in so many ways. I want you to be happy.”
She held
his hand with hers and looked at him, “Don’t you get it though. You make me
happy Conner. I don’t feel complete with out you.”
He licked
his lips, “Their was a point when I thought I could
have you back in my life, and then I found you at the bottom of a stair case in
A powerful
urge came over her and she held his hand tightly and stood only a few
centimeters away from him, “No, our window will never be gone Conner. You and I
will always have a chance. We both have to see it though.”
Conner
pulled his hand away from hers and then stepped back, “Then I can’t see it
right now Mags.”
“Fine,
don’t see it. Just live this dark life, and feel as though someone is missing.”
She said as she went to the door. “Just remember this moment Conner. Remember
how I came here and told you that I love you. I always have and I always will.
But I guess that right now I have to close the window on us, maybe someday in
the future something will pry it open.”
The Bridge:
Becker took
Sally’s hand in his and sighed, “Forget about me please. I’ll file for divorce.
Just please forget that Joe Shamus ever existed.”
Sally
pulled her hand away, tears glossed her eyes, “I can’t
do that Joe.” she snorted before looking down at the sidewalk, “I won’t do
that. I’m not going to let you pretend you did exist. It almost killed your
mother when you left, and your father—well he was heartbroken. How could you do
that?”
“Because I had to. You can’t understand it now and you never will. Just let me
divorce you, and then leave Pinõn Hallow forever and forget you ever saw me.
Please, if you really love me then do this.”
Sally shook
her head, “Maybe I just have to make you remember.” She cupped his face in her
hands and kissed him.
Hallow
Hills
Adel
blinked as she stared at the pool house, “Kathryn Layden was murdered.” she
looked at Doug, “In our pool house.”
“What?” The
three men all said at once.
“I found
her lying their dead.”
“Mrs.
Davis, may I have a moment with you?” Siobhan asked, before watching
“Is it
alright if
“Yes of
course.” Siobhan watched both their body language, nothing abnormal at the
moment. A woman in shock and her eldest child trying to protect her from more trauma. “I understand you found the body, what provoked the
search of the pool house in the middle of December?”
“When I was
coming home I saw the light was on, and immediately went to see if
Siobhan
took notes, “And Mr. Davis, where were you at about this time?”
“Thanks,
we’ll call if we need to know anymore.”
“Dad, I
swear I had nothing to do with this.” Kip said as he rubbed his arms and tried
to warm himself against the cold.
“I know
Kip, Ryn had many enemies. She was a cold business woman, lord knows how many people she destroyed.” Doug
explained as he saw the young rookie cop Dan Adams come near them.
“Hello Mr.
Davis,
Doug looked
at his watch, “An hour ago, just after
Dan
furrowed his brow, “You all came home separately?”
“Yes, we
did.
“Who? In
case we have to check it out.”
Kip licked
his lips trying to fight the cold night air, “Pam Mitchell, only I found out
she left town.”
“What did
you do when you got home?”
Doug blew
into his hands before he answered, “I changed out of the clothes I had been
wearing at Home Cookin’ and
then went and watched my daughter fall asleep.”
Dan looked
over at Kip, “And you?”
Kip held
back the desire to punch Dan at this moment, his animosity with the Adams Twins
was really getting old and he’d been out of town for almost a whole year, “I
went and took a hot shower and was getting changed when my Dad and Brother came
running past my room.”
“Thanks.”
Dan said as he jotted down his notes, “We may call on you again.” he closed the
note book but dropped it when he saw Abby running up towards Chad Davis in the
snow.
“Mr.
Davis.” Abby said as she got close to him as Siobhan was walking away. “What
happened? Are the kids alright?”
“Oh that’s
terrible.” She held his hands tightly in his, “We should get your family inside
its’ freezing cold.”
“The radio
in the car on my way home from Ethan’s.”
Sadness
drifted into his eyes, “That’s right you’re engaged to my cousin now.”
“Yeah, I
guess I am. I sort of forgot.”
“Abigail!”
Dan stood behind her, “Go home, this is no place for you right now.”
“I was just
checking to make sure my boss was alright.”
“Well he
looks fine, so go home I don’t want you around this.”
Abby smiled
at Dan, “He’s over protective. I’ll see you in the morning Mr. Davis.”
“Thank you
Miss Adams for being concerned.”
Home Cookin’
Phyllis watched
as Jeff checked on the last few things around the restaurant before he went to
the jukebox and pressed play, “I bet you don’t remember this.” he said as Three
Times A Lady began to play.
She lit up,
“You remember our song.”
“How could
I forget?” he held his hand out, “Care to dance.”
“I thought
you would never ask.”
Hallow
Hotel Room 5
Lysa lifted
her hand to the door and began to knock. Her heart was racing, her palms were
sweaty. She was about to meet IrishGuy face to face.
He would bring her into his world, a world that had only been a part of her
fantasies. In just a few moments it would be a reality.
She took in
a breath as the door opened, only to release it too quickly when she saw her
uncle standing there, bare chested
and in just as much shock as her.
Sean pulled
Lysa into the room and pushed her against the door, “What the hell are you
doing here? Why did you follow me?”
Lysa wanted
to scream, “I didn’t follow you Uncle Sean, I came
here to meet IrishGuy.”
Sean could
feel his stomach twisting into knots. The younger girl who he had been seducing
online had been his niece? “No way, you can’t be GreekChick,
you’re not Greek.”
She rolled
her eyes, “But my name is. Lysa is short for Lysistrata, remember.” It then hit
her who Sean was also. “You’re IrishGuy, great I’ve
been plotting to get my uncle to take my virginity.”
Sean
suddenly pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the door. “Is that what
you were looking for in that chat room?”
Lysa’s
heart raced as she looked deeply into his eyes, feeling every inch of him
against her, “Why else would I be there?”
His lower
body pressed against hers before cupping her face with his hands, “Do you still
want me to do that?”
Lysa
couldn’t speak, she could only respond physically, as she reached up, her
fingers in his dark hair tangled, before she pulled his mouth to hers in a long
kiss.
Trista sat
by the fireplace, with a cup of hot cocoa with just a little peppermint
schnapps. Soft Christmas carols were playing on the stereo.
Kyle stood
in the doorway, watching her relax. He loved this woman, and still at times
couldn’t believe the lengths he had gone to win her back. He looked down at the
box in his hand. This was the perfect moment, he was
going to ask her to marry him. Just as he was about to step back into the room
his cell phone rang. He looked to see who it was and cursed silently to
himself, “Kyle Roberts. What’s going on?”
When the
conversation was over he closed his phone and slid the box in his pocket,
“Trista, I have to go. There’s a situation at Hallow Hills. I’ll be back late.”
She looked
up from the book she was reading and smiled, “I understand. Just don’t be back
too late.”
“I’ll try.”
he said before picking up his scarf and winter coat.