EPISODE 5/01/02
Simon Is Left Behind

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Wednesday, May 1, 2002

Scene 1:
Location: The Cottage

SIMON FRASIER, KATIE FRASIER

>> Simon: We can't stay here anymore. Katie, we have to leave Oakdale tonight.
>> Katie: We can't leave Oakdale!
>> Simon: Why not? Why not? What's holding us here?
>> Katie: We just found a dead body. You don't just find a body and blow out of town.
>> Simon: Why not?
>> Katie: Because -- because it shows a complete lack of respect for the corpse.
>> Simon: Trust me -- trust me, I'm sure the corpse will not mind.
>> Katie: Yeah, well, the cops might.
>> Simon: Come on, think about it. You, me, the open road, no strings. We can do whatever we want, whenever we want.
>> Katie: Yes, but this is our home.
>> Simon: Our home is with each other. It doesn't matter if we have a roof over our head or nothing but the great blue sky.
>> Katie: But we love this place. I love this place. Okay. If we're gonna leave for a little while, then we should -- I don't know, make arrangements. Somebody should watch the place.
>> Simon: Who? And why? Why? To watch the leaky ceiling, the warped floor boards? Oh, yeah, you're right. Maybe we should get a peeling paint sitter.
>> Katie: No, just listen. I'll call Margo, and she can --
>> Simon: No, no, no.
>> Katie: Why not? She's my sister.
>> Simon: Katie -- she's a cop.

Scene 2:
Location: The Cottage

SIMON FRASIER, KATIE FRASIER

>> Simon: I've got a great idea. We'll just close our eyes, we'll pick a spot on the globe, then that's where we'll go -- anywhere in the world. Morocco, Tasmania.
>> Katie: Okay. And what do I pack?
>> Simon: It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
We'll just buy things as we go along the way. You still got the money from your video, right?
>> Katie: Simon, that was for our future.
>> Simon: This is our future. Our future is now right now, this moment.
>> Katie: How much are we gonna need?
>> Simon: All of it. Or none of it. None of it. We can stay at the richest hotels or we can camp out in the middle of nowhere. It doesn't matter.
>> Katie: Where no one will find me -- will find us. Where no one will find us.
>> Simon: That's the idea.
>> Katie: Kinda like a vacation.
>> Simon: Sure. Sure, exactly like a vacation.
>> Katie: Okay. Then why don't we call a travel agent like normal people?
>> Simon: Because we are not normal people, Katie. That's what makes us us.
>> Katie: Well, us just found a dead body. Us lied to the cops about why we're at the old mill in the first place.
>> Simon: I explained that.
>> Katie: Well, explain why we found her body and not some other nosy kids? Explain the nightmares I'm gonna have for the next ten years because of seeing that body. Explain to me, while you're at it, who killed her.
>> Simon: I have told you that over and over and over again, Katie. It was Dahlia, okay? Dahlia -- it was Dahlia. Why are you looking at me like that?
>> Katie: Like what?
>> Simon: Like I'm a cold-blooded killer.

Scene 3:
Location: The Cottage

SIMON FRASIER, KATIE FRASIER

>> Simon: Look, Katie, we don't need much, all right? Just enough to last us a couple of days. That's all. >> Katie: Well, what's the big rush?
>> Simon: I'm not gonna sit back and wait for Dahlia to strike again. I'm not going to let her hurt you.
>> Katie: So you're doing this for me?
>> Simon: Of course I'm doing this for you. All of this is for you. Look, Dahlia wants to see me suffer, ok an eye for an eye. She thinks I killed Monique, and that's why she's gonna kill you and set me up as a murderer, just like she did tonight with Jill Scully. This is her sick little way of getting justice!
>> Katie: I knew there had to be some logical reason why you would want to leave all of this. I love you so much.
>> Simon: Good. So you'll come with me. Let me prove to you the kind of man I really am.
>> Katie: I know the kind of man you are.
>> Simon: Katie, the longer we stay, the worse this is gonna get, all right? Dahlia's been here. She's probably stolen DNA evidence -- hairs, fibers, whatever. Probably stuff to plant on Jill Scully's body.
>> Katie: Oh, God!
>> Simon: Katie, I did not kill Monique. You have my word on this. I did not kill that lawyer. Baby, you are the love of my life. Please, tell me you'll come with me.
>> Katie: I'd go anywhere with you.
>> Simon: Oh, yeah, that's my girl. All right, well, we'll get the car. We'll drive a few hundred miles west -- west. We'll jump on a plane. I'll call a contact of mine and get some fake IDs.
>> Katie: Fake? Wait, hold on. We're innocent. Why do we need fake IDs?
>> Simon: If the cops don't come after us, Dahlia will. Dahlia is not gonna give up. And now, I'm done with it. I'm done. It's part of the game, Katie -- new names, new identities. We can be whatever we want to be, from corporate executives to archaeologists. You tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen. I'm gonna track down this guy and get the ball rolling, all right? Just don't -- don't call anyone while I'm gone. Don't answer the door. Just put anything -- a few things together, and we'll leave when I get back.
>> Katie: Okay.
>> Simon: All right? If this all goes to plan, it'll be like we just fell off the face of the earth. I love you, baby.
>> Katie: I love you, too.
[ Simon leaves and Henry comes out of hiding ]
>> Henry: It's been nice knowing you, Katie. I'll be sure to send some flowers to the funeral -- something big and showy, and a nice pink bow.
>> Katie: Shut up, Henry, and grab your martini glass. You're going away tonight -- with me.
>> Katie: I can't leave town without this.
>> Henry: What is it?
>> Katie: It's a button that fell off of Simon's overalls, the ones he used to wear when he worked in the garage. I just -- he looked so sexy in them, and I --
[ Henry groans ]
>> Henry: Listen, all you need is a good friend and a martini kit. And fortunately, you have both. You ready?
>> Katie: Okay, I think I should leave a note.
>> Henry: Oh, here. I'll dictate for you. "Dear Simon, I'm leaving town because you're trying to kill me."
>> Katie: Very funny, Henry. Very funny. You still have that heart in there?
>> Henry: Yeah, I still have it, thankfully no thanks to you. Mr. Cooley tried to rip it out of my chest one day. He called it lunch.
>> Katie: Um, oh, wait -- I gotta put the Xs and Os, kisses and hugs. Okay, where should I put it?
>> Henry: I don't know, under his duct tape and noose. He's sure to find it there, hmm?
[ car pulls up ]
>> Henry: Here's Simon.
>> Katie: Okay, okay -- hurry. Go out the back. Just go out the back.
>> Simon: Katie, we're all set. Katie?! Katie? Katie?!

Scene 4:
Location: The Cottage

SIMON FRASIER, KATIE FRASIER, HENRY COLEMAN

>> Katie: [ Katie and Henry watch from outside the Cottage window ] Oh, my note fell on the floor.
>> Henry: What a shame. Let's go.
>> Katie: Wait, not yet, not yet, not yet.
>> Henry: [ Henry spots his martini glass ]You're darn right, not yet. That's my favorite glass.
>> Katie: My life is falling apart, and you're worried about a stupid martini glass.
>> Henry: That baby got me through my darkest hours on devil's island.
>> Katie: Wait, duck -- here he comes.
[ Inside the Cottage ]
>> Simon: Katie?!
[ Simon finds the note on the floor and reads it ]
>> Katie: "My dearest Simon, as I write this note, my heart is breaking. I love you more than anything in this world, but I don't feel safe being with you right now. Please, don't try to find me. I hired a bodyguard just in case."
>> Simon: A bodyguard?! What bodyguard? [ Simon sees the martini glass and reads initials engraved on the glass ] H.C. Henry Coleman. No!
[ Simon throws the glass against the wall as Henry looks on as though he's lost his best friend ]

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