GH2017.68 Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?
Department of Motor Vehicles 8:15 a.m.. Lucky and Cari were there when the
doors opened. Lucky is yawning and nursing a cup of blacker than pitch
coffee. He sits in the row of cheap plastic chairs that line the back wall.
He tilts back in the chair, balancing it on the back legs leaning up against
the wall. His eyes begin to droop but pop back open abruptly as he hears
the voice next to him... the chair drops back to all four legs and the
coffee splashes narrowly missing both of them.
Cari: (nervously) Are you sure I am ready for this?
Lucky: Babe, It's the written. They aren't going to take you out back and
shoot you if you don't pass.
Cari: You DON'T think I'm ready.
Lucky: It'll be a piece a cake. Everything is set... When they call your
name, you take the test... then we go out for a final practice drive before
you take the real test.
Cari: I'd feel better if we had the Caddy. I mean, it's what I learned in.
Lucky: After you get done here we'll go check on my Baby. And the
examiners hate the Caddy 'cause it's so old you don't have seatbelts in it.
They get all kind of nervous and testy. They'll like the truck much better.
(Just then Cari's name is called. She rises from her seat wiping her hands
on her pants)
Cari: I hate tests.
Lucky: Ah, knock them dead, Babe. (With that he chugs the cooling coffee,
crushes the paper cup, and tosses it smoothly into a nearby garbage can. He
balances again on the back legs of the chair and leans against the wall.
Nonchalantly, he closes his eyes. ) Wake me when you're done.
The police commissioner's office. Alex hunches over his desk working on
paperwork while over in the corner at another desk a small child also works
on paperwork mimicking the man. There's a knock on the door. Both look up;
Garcia calls out for the person to come in.
Officer: ( carrying a box) Look what we found at the site, Boss! After I
got your call about the tapes last night I was out at first light and found
these. (He shows Alex the video discs) Right where Cassadine said they'd
be. They look like they're in perfect condition. It could be the break we've
been looking for. (He sees for the first time the little girl who is
studying him curiously.) Well Hello... I didn't know the Commissioner was
in a meeting.
MayMae: Hello, Do you work for my Papa?
Garcia: Officer, this is my daughter, Mary Mae. She has the day off of
school today to come with me to work.
Officer: Do you want to be a police officer when you grow up?
MayMae: ( shrugging delicately) I don't know. Are you going to watch videos?
Officer: I think I am. But I bet they'll be boooooring. Just people
coming and going.
Garcia: Cassadine said the apartment wasn't vacant long, and the agent
showed it frequently. It would have been difficult for them to access the
building and leave their little present behind undiscovered. Start with the
day before the blast and work out from there. Make hard copies of any faces
around ground zero... hopefully we can get ID's.
Officer: Got it. Hopefully, we'll have some pictures to go out over the
wire within a few hours. (He picks up the box and goes into a nearby
conference room that has a video disc player.)
MayMae: I could help him, Papa. I like videos.
Garcia: I know you could, Maymae, but he can be the only one that touches
the box and videos until they're put in the safe place. That way the judge
knows exactly who has touched them. If you touched them, you would have to
go to court and tell the judge so. (The phone rings and Alex picks it up)
Garcia . . . I've been expected to hear from you.. When will your people
be arriving? ... Oh just one. Have the feds started making cutbacks? I
thought you people traveled in pairs... Of course, you'll have my
cooperation. Have your man report to me immediately upon his arrival....
(Alex hangs up the phone and begins to swear in Spanish before remembering
his visitor. He looks over at his daughter who stands with her hands on her
hips looking just like his wife.)
Maymae: Papa, Mama hates when you use those words!
Garcia: Sorry Querida. Papa was just annoyed for a minute.
Maymae: (Crinkling her forehead) Who are "the feds"?
Garcia: They are more police. But they are police that ask all the
questions and think that they don't have to answer any. They're coming to
town because of the explosion.
The District attorney's office. Keesha Garcia looks over the Court
Calendar. She sighs when she realizes because of a coworker's illness
she'll be covering the incustody arraignments that afternoon. Something that
hasn't been part of her job duties since the first year she joined the DA's
office. All of the other lawyers are in the middle of trials. A bit of
stress leaves her though when she realizes that she'll have Maymae in the
afternoon and her daughter would enjoy court. Keesha's secretary buzzes her
with news. The translator is there with the transcript from her interview
with the Russian John Doe.
Keesha : That was fast! I just got the tapes to you yesterday.
Translator: (shrugging) You put a rush on it. And there was something odd
about the tapes.
Keesha: (growing concerned) What do you mean odd?! Didn't Georgie translate
things right?
Translator: Oh yeah-- she did a great job. She told you word for word what
the guy was saying... but she changed the questions that you asked.
Keesha: What?!
Translator: (thumbing through the report she grabs a highlighter pen from
Keesha's desk) See here... and here. This is the question you asked and
then half way through his answer-- she interrupts him and asks him a really
pointed question. Every time she does it, he changes his answer. It's like
she was reading his mind and knew whenever he was trying to slide something
by you. You weren't interviewing this guy... she was. Who is she?
Keesha: Georgie Jones, she's Mac Scorpio's stepdaughter. She's a nurse
over at GH.
Translator: She's good. But I tell you, you wouldn't have had this so fast
if the whole interview wouldn't have been so weird. I got into it and
couldn't stop. If that Doctor Hardy hadn't walked in you probably would
have found out who assassinated Castro. This guy was spilling everything he
knew.
Keesha: (smiling to herself) I got the feeling he was looking for a little
immunity and maybe a new face.
Translator: (straightening she changes the subject) I need to get back to
my office. I'll be sending you a bill. Here are your original tapes too.
There was a background noise that was really annoying. Are you going to be
seeing this Jones woman again?
Keesha: (nodding) I couldn't tell you when though. Our families socialize
pretty regularly.
Translator: (Reaching into a small case she pulls out a card) Will you
give this to her? Have her give me a ring. I may have some side jobs for her.
Keesha: I'll give it to her, but last I heard she was into disaster relief;
she spent weeks over in China cleaning up after some earthquake.
Translator: (crowing in delight) She speaks Chinese, too? Definitely give
her the card. Look-- give me a ring when you need another translation done.
I think after this interview you're going to be a busy lady. (The woman
leaves abruptly without further pleasantries. Keesha sits with the
transcript of the interview and begins to read it closely.)
DMV:
Cari: Lucky... Lucky wake up!
Lucky: (one eye opens) What?!
Cari: (elated) I passed! How can you sleep in this zoo?
Lucky: The sun is up, isn't it? (Standing he stretches) When do you have
the behind the wheel?
Cari: ( looking at her watch) Not for an hour and a half. Why?
Lucky: Perfect. Let's go check on my Baby. ( He tosses her the keys)
you're driving. If you pull through one of those drive thrus I'll buy you
some breakfast.
Cari:(disapproving) That isn't real food, Lucky. It's vitamin fortified,
chemically flavored cardboard.
Lucky: See... even you think it's well balanced.... don't worry I'm sure
they have some juice or something for you.
The commissioner's office: There's a firm rap on the door that is greeted
with a "come on in".
Georgie: (leaning around the partially opened door) Ah-- a familiar sight.
I can remember that same expression on Mac's face whenever he was doing
paperwork.
Garcia: Georgie! What are you doing here?
Georgie: Am I bothering you? Did I come at a bad time?
Garcia: No, no come in! (As Georgie enters the room she sees Maymae at the
corner desk.)
Georgie: "Take your daughter to work" day? Mac, could never pull that one
off... not with working in a bar. Hello little sis, how are you?
Maymae: (curiously) Georgie, Why do you always call me that?
Georgie: Well... it isn't spelled the same, but the way your name sounds in
Chinese means little sister... Maymae. So that's what I call you. Alex, I
was talking to one of the Corrections officers at the jail awhile back and
she wanted me to pair up with her at the police picnic for the turkey shoot.
Garcia: Going for the ringer?
Georgie: I wouldn't say that exactly but...
Garcia: (Laughing) And this officer thought that you could be on one of our
teams even though you continue to refuse to change careers?
Georgie: (grinning) Yeah.
Garcia: No problema. Will Maxie be shooting also?
Georgie: I haven't talked to her about it...Maybe she could team up with
AR! Now that would be a foursome.
Garcia: Yes, one that could make the department look bad: two civilians, a
volunteer and a corrections officer. No field personnel, no members of the
SWAT team. ( Just then the officer that had been reviewing the tapes comes
in with a folder of pictures.)
Officer: Boss, here are pictures of all the people that were in the second
floor hallway the day before the explosion.
Georgie: (pointing to the folder now on Alex's desk) That's from my building?
Garcia: Yes, the survellience tapes that we're reviewing. Would you like
to look at them? You might be able to tell us who actually lived in the
building.
Georgie: (Shrugging) I can try. I was out of town on that China trip. I
hadn't been back for long when BOOM... everything I owned went up in smoke.
Garcia: (Asking while he watches Georgie thumbing through the pictures
pulling some out as she flips through them.) Where are you staying now? I
haven't seen you over at Mac's.
Georgie: I've been staying with Jerry Jacks and his daughter, Cari, in
that warehouse that Lu Spencer revamped.
Garcia: Cari Jacks!
Georgie: (ruefully shaking her head) I heard already, Alex. She's down at
the DMV today getting her license. And you'll be happy to know that the
Lucky even stayed up this morning to take her.
Garcia: She should have gotten her permit first!
Georgie: I'm not going to get in the middle.
Garcia: Of course not... because he did the same thing with you.
Georgie: (smiling allows a long pause before speaking, then hands Garcia a
small stack of photos.) These are the people I'm sure lived in the
building. Gina Williams could probably help, she lived there for awhile.
Lu could probably help too. She had to do a bit of research in order to
move in there.
Garcia: And even that didn't work because Cassadine bought the building.
Georgie: I'd bet you Nik or Stefan probably have pictures of everyone that
lived in the building... I think they had them taken for the doorman or
something. You should show this to them. Lu's staying real close to the
island after what happened to the building and to Staci.
Auto body shop.
Cari and Lucky exit the vehicle. Cari hangs onto the door for an extra
minute as she steps out. Her legs feel like cooked pasta. As she regains
her composure she steps back and closes the door. Lucky comes around the
truck and puts an arm around her.
Lucky: (Gently) I know you don't want to hear it, Babe, but it's like riding
a horse. If you get thrown, you have to get back on. It won't be as rough
next time. You're too good a driver to be afraid of being behind the wheel.
That would be a crying shame.
Cari: (Giving him a quick hard hug) Then it's perfectly normal for me to
want to throw up?
Lucky: Perfectly normal. And I'm very grateful that you passed on the
opportunity to toss your cookies in my truck. (He rubs her back briskly)
Now lets go check on Baby.
Cari: (Taking a deep breath) Yeah. Thanks Lucky.
Lucky: Don't thank me, Babe. I couldn't lose my chauffeur at this date.
And I really doubt that Nik is going to let me teach Staci. It was purely
selfish.
Cari: You're just an old softy!
Lucky: (Horrified) Old! Hey I don't keep you around to be insulted! (Jim,
the auto body man, comes out to greet the pair)
Jim: Lucky Spencer, if you don't know how to take care of that classic
piece of Americana you should sell it to me.
Lucky: No way, man. It's a family heirloom. How's it going?
Jim: All the dents are out and she's been primed for painting. Come on in
and let me show you the paint chips. We'll have to go custom, of course.
They haven't made that factory color for decades. Is this the little lady
that was driving?
Lucky: (suspiciously) How did you know I wasn't driving?
Jim: I got a phone call from some reporter. She's looking for a pink
Cadillac that had been in an accident... was trying to connect things to the
accident out by the mall.
Cari: Oh Great! What did you tell her?
Jim: (Horribly insulted) Nothing! Honey, I am a car doctor; what goes on
between me and my patient is nobody's business.
Lucky: Thanks man.
Cari: Yeah thanks.
Jim: (Reminding) Doesn't mean she doesn't have a story though... After all,
she knew it was a girl driving. All kind of sources, including the cops,
investigated the scene. It's just a matter of time.
Lucky: (Grimacing) Cari, why don't you call your father while I'm checking
on the car? He might as well know what's going on. He's got to be ready
for whatever heat comes down. (Cari nods) Hey Jim-- can she use your phone?
Jim: Sure. Honey, it's in the office just dial nine to get out... Lucky,
why don't we go check on your car.
Commissioner's office: Keesha Garcia arrives to take her husband and
daughter to an early lunch.
Keesha: I got the translation back from the suspect in GH. The translator
was really impressed with Georgie's work.
Alex: You just missed her; Georgie was here to sign up for the shooting
contest at the police picnic.
Keesha: Darn. I really wanted to talk about some strange things she did
during the interview.
Alex: Strange... how? (Keesha pulls the envelope with the translation and
the tapes. Thumbing it open, she points out the anomalies to her husband)
That's interesting. But if the suspect had been speaking English you might
have caught the deception yourself and then you'd have rephrased the
question too.
Keesha: Yes, but she's not a cop, she's a nurse. How did she do this?
Alex: Let's listen to the tapes maybe there was something in the inflection
of his voice that clued her in. (Together they listen to the tapes and hear
Georgie's interruptions. A small voice comes from the corner)
Maymae: Mama, what's that beeping noise?
Keesha: The man was on a machine to make sure his heart was okay, mi hija.
Alex: (sitting up straight) Really?! (He starts rewinding the tape then
replaying it a couple of times) That little sneak! She polygraphed him!
Tell me Keesha-- what was Georgie doing exactly while she was interviewing
the guy.
Keesha: Like where was she standing? She was across the bed from me
holding the guy's hand. Why? And what do you mean she polygraphed him?
(Keesha looks confused)
Alex: Keesha, polygraphs are just machines that check your body's reaction
to stress: what's your heart rate, do you have sweaty hands... How your body
reacts to a lie. Georgie made her own polygraph by using the heart monitor
to see when he was stressed and also which questions were making him sweat.
What's the DA's policy on polygraphs?
Keesha: Yikes! (She pauses to think) We're still okay, barely. A polygraph
conclusion is inadmissible but the interviews are. We polygraph people here
all the time to verify their stories.
Alex: (slapping his hand on the desk) I want her working for me!
Keesha: (Ruefully) Get in line. I've a card from the woman who contracts to
do translations. She wants Georgie working for her.
DMV
Cari and Lucky arrive just before the appointment time of the driving test.
This time climbing from the car Cari doesn't hesitate. Her hands still
shake a little but Lucky was right. It is easier. Cari excuses herself and
Lucky is joined by a frowzy female with red hair that's a color not found in
nature.
Lucky: (Giving the older woman a warm hug.) Hey Ditty!
Ditty: So this is the girl you've been telling me about.
Lucky: Yeah. Fabulous driver-- I want her to have her license before
summer so that she can demolition derby. I'm going to make some bucks.
Ditty: I hear that she has already been practicing for the derby on a
public highway.
Lucky: (sighing) Where did you hear that?
Ditty: Somebody has been calling on you, Spencer... in person no less:
vehicle registrations, driving record, the whole nine yards. The same
person asked about a Carida Jacks.
Lucky: Damn. Well, it couldn't have been the cops; they can make their own
inquiries. Ditty, do you know who it was?
Ditty: Baby, you should know by now I never forget a face. And her face
used to be all over the morning airwaves at WVPC!
Lucky: (Disgusted) Bowles. She probably thought she had me. She and Mom
don't get along.
Ditty: How's Laura doing?
Lucky: Fine, all things considered. You know my mom; she rolls with
things better than most.
Ditty: She had to... being married to your father.
Lucky: (changing the subject) Ditty, how did you end up here at the DMV?
I thought you were working out at the airport.
Ditty: It is a long story, kid and not pretty. But I tell you what-- we're
cutting in on Ms. Jack's driving time.
Lucky: Today is the first day she's driven since those yoyos tried to run
us off the road. She's a bit of a basket case.
Ditty: I don't do pity passes, Spencer. I have to drive home from work you
know.
Lucky: It won't be one. Just give her time to settle down, okay? (Cari
walks up to the duo)
Ditty: It'll be fine. Quit being a mother hen. Ms. Jacks, are you ready
to roll?
Cari: (sighing) Ready as I'll ever be.
Lucky: I'll be right here ready to celebrate when you get back, babe.
(Cari shoots him a grateful glance before leaving with Ditty)
Port Charles Criminal court incustody arraignments, Judge Markum presiding.
At the District Attorney's table sit Keesha Garcia and her daughter. Maymae
has a yellow legal size pad of paper in front of her just like her mother.
Between them is a stack of files. In the jury box are men of all shapes and
sizes all clothed in orange jumpsuits and cuffs. Not evident because
they're seated, some are even wearing ankle bracelets to stop them from
running. Family members of those in custody sit back in the gallery trying
to make eye contact and mouth messages to their loved ones. Clusters of
attorneys sit in the back. A few speak with family members and a few try to
talk the court clerk and bailiff into allowing them to talk to their clients
before court. A small light goes on at the clerk's desk; she calls out:
Clerk: All rise! The criminal court of the city and county of Port Charles
is now in session. The Honorable Judge Markum presiding. All those having
business before this court come forth and you will be heard. (The judge
sits down)
Judge Markum: Be Seated. (While everyone else sits, Keesha remains standing)
Keesha: Good Afternoon Your Honor, Keesha Garcia for the State.
Judge Markum: And who is your co- counsel this afternoon, Ms. Garcia?
Maymae: (Following her mother's example rises from her seat and speaks in a
clear but childish voice) Mary Mae Garcia, Your Honor.
Judge Markum: (smiling) I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Garcia. You may take
your seat again while Ms. Garcia calls her first case. (Maymae sits down
and reaching to the pile hands the one on top to her mother. Keesha calls
out the case number and then waits as a burly fellow in orange garb limps
over to the opposing table. His hands are cuffed and shackled to a chain
that runs around his waist and connects to the ankle bracelets that hamper
his gait.)
Keesha: State versus Charles Martin. I am handing Mr. Martin a copy of the
indictment. Mr. Martin, are your name and date of birth correct?
Martin: Yeah.
Judge Markum: Mr. Martin, are you represented by counsel?
Martin: Yes sir. But they're running late. I can handle this. Let's get
on with it.
Judge Markum: (looking at Mr. Martin somewhat askance) Do you understand
that you can wait until your attorney is present?
Martin: Yes sir. I understand that this court date is a formality to get
the paperwork and have my attorney arrange for my next court date. Here's
my paper and I'm sure your clerk will tell my attorney when to be in court.
Markum: You seem to grasp the situation, Mr. Martin. Do you wish to waive
reading?
Martin: No, Your Honor.
Keesha: Mr. Martin, you are charged with Attempted Murder in the first
degree, a felony. This grand jury indictment finds there is probable cause
to believe that on April 27, in Statesville prison, a correctional facility
in the county of Port Charles, did attempt to murder... (There is a long
pause as Keesha stumbles over the name and looks over at Martin for the
first time.) Bruce Saunders.
Markum: How do you plead, Mr. Martin?
Martin: Not guilty, Your Honor. (There is a flurry at the door as a
well-dressed attorney arrives in a rush. He moves immediately to the bar)
Gianelli: Your honor, I apologize for my lateness, I am Albert Gianelli; I
represent Mr. Martin in this matter.
Markum: Mr. Gianelli, I start my court on time and without excuses. But
you aren't familiar to me. Are you new to Port Charles?
Gianelli: Your honor, my primary practice is in New York City. This is the
first time I've appeared before you.
Markum: Not a good start, Mr. Gianelli. But don't worry, I won't hold that
against your client. Mr. Martin, since you are in custody on another
matter, forget even trying for bail on this issue. Your next court date is
three weeks from today. All motions have to be in the week before.
Gianelli: Your Honor, would it be possible to have my client remain in your
facility so that I may have access to him in preparing his defense?
Markum: (Taking time to look at both Gianelli and Martin and then glancing
over at Keesha who sits impassively) Get the order to my clerk; I'll sign
it. Next case?
Payphone outside the DMV. Lucky smokes a cigar while talking to Emily on
the phone.
Lucky: How are you doing now, Babe? Have you had a chance to talk to Tom?
Emily:(slightly depressed) No. Things are still up in the air. By the time
I got back last night, he'd been called back to the hospital. We seem to
keep missing each other...but why should today be any different; it's the
story of our marriage.
Lucky: You've had some time to cool off now. Do you still feel the same
way..that it's over?
Emily: (resigned) It's been a lie for so long, Lucky. Sooner or later it
would have bit me. You know how lies just eat at me.
Lucky: Yeah, but things are different this time; I'm not going anywhere.
Whatever you need, I'll be there. And my offer is still open to beating the
stuffing out of that over starched shirt.
Emily: No, but thanks anyway. For some reason I'm not angry. Maybe later,
now it just seems so sad. I feel like I've wasted the last seven years of
my life.
Lucky: Now I can't agree with you there, Em. We've both gotten a lot of
things done in the last few years. I think that now is just the time.
Emily: Maybe... (Lucky is distracted as the truck pulls up in front of the
DMV by the payphone. Ditty climbs out of the passenger seat and gives him a
discreet thumbs up.)
Lucky: (elated) Yes!
Emily: (curious) What?
Lucky: Cari Jacks just passed her driver's test. I'd been a bit worried
about her since today was her first day driving since the accident.
Emily: I'll let you go then. One of these days you'll have to explain to
me how you ended up with Cari Jacks as your new best pal. I know how you
love the Jacks family about as much as Jase does.
Lucky: It's a deal, Babe. Tell you what, I have to go now... Do you want
Cari and me to pick you up for a celebration dinner... It'd do you good
besides I think you two are going to be great friends. (Not allowing her to
answer ) We'll be by to pick you up in an hour.
Emily : Yeah, get me out of this house.
Garcia's house. Keesha and Maymae have beaten Alex home and are working on
dinner as they chat over the day. Alex pauses at the kitchen entry to
observe two of his three favorite people.
Alex: The only thing that would make this any better would be to have
Bradley here getting in your hair trying to clean out the fridge before
dinner was even ready.
Maymae: Papa! ( She does a running leap at him and he picks her up for a kiss.)
Alex: Ah, this is what I like, and I just saw you a few hours ago! I take
it you had a good day in court?
Maymae: Judge Markum is very nice. He called me Mama's "co counsel" and
during the break we went back in his office and he let me use his hammer.
Judges get recess just like I do but they get their's any time they want.
Keesha: Gavel, Maymae.
Maymae: Yes, a Gavel. And there were lots of bad people who had to talk to
the judge some of them wore jumpsuits and some of them wore fancy suits and
ties.
Keesha:(Ruefully) She's picked up your opinion of defense attorneys.
Alex: Can I help it if she's perceptive? It's bad enough that her mother
is an attorney!
Keesha: (with a lopsided grin) Yeah, but at least I'm on your side.
Alex: And I on yours. (Still holding his daughter he gives his wife a kiss
and then moving back out of the way he takes a seat at the breakfast bar so
that he can watch and talk.) Anything interesting happen today?
Keesha: Did you know that Bruce Saunders was almost killed up at Statesville?
Alex: (pausing in tugging on his daughter's pony tail) What?
Keesha: In custody arraignments-- the guy that almost killed him, Charles
Martin, is going to be tried here. He's in your jail now.
Alex: Do you think...?
Keesha: I don't know, but I did some research on his attorney, Albert Gianelli.
Maymae: He was late for court; the Judge scolded him.
Alex: Mi hija, Dinner's almost ready. I think you should go upstairs and
wash your hands, okay?
Maymae: Okay Papa. (Alex waits until he hears Maymae going upstairs.)
Alex: (his voice hard and cold) What about Gianelli, Keesha.
Keesha: He works at the same law firm that Alexis Hardy used to work for.
In fact, they joined the firm the same year. She went out on her own, but
he stayed and worked up to partner. It's a very powerful firm, very
exclusive and expensive.
Alex: Not something that your ordinary inmate could afford.
Keesha: (shaking her head) Not in a million years.
Alex: So Jason or Alexis may be behind the assault.
Keesha: Or it could have been a convict cleaning house. And somehow his
actions came to the attention of grateful families, a lot of grateful
families, Alex. Alexis hasn't worked for that firm in over twenty years.
They are top of the field in private criminal counsel. If anyone was going
for a hotshot attorney that firm would have been named.
Alex: Damn it!
Keesha: Honey, I think there's a connection too, but I don't know how to
prove it. And why would Martin say anything? If he keeps his mouth shut,
he gets an excellent attorney and the gratitude of a man that holds a lot of
power in his world. Saunders was marked the day he put his hands on Anna.
Jason wouldn't have to say a word. (The doorbell rings. Maymae comes
pounding down the stairs racing for the front door)
Maymae: I GOT IT!!! (She swings the door open and there's someone there
she's never seen before) Who are you?
Man: I'm here to see your father, I think. I'm with the FBI...
MayMae: PAPA, THE FEDS ARE HERE!
Alex: (coming around the corner to scold his daughter for opening the door
without looking at the peep hole first.) Mary Mae Garcia... Evan? Evan
Scorpio?
Evan:( smiling wryly as he shakes Alex's hand.) Evan Scorpio, FBI, at your
service.
