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Out of the Past

Teleplay by: David Newman and Gail Morgan Hickman
Story by: Brad Markowitz
Directed by: Bruce Bilson
Transcribed by: Becky

~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer ~~~~~~~~~~

I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show The Sentinel. They were created by Danny Bilson and Paul DeMeo and belong to them, Pet Fly Productions, UPN, and Paramount. This is not a novelization or a script. It is simply a transcript of the episode. It also includes descriptions of the settings, action scenes and camera movements where needed. If you notice anything that is transcribed incorrectly, please let me know and I will post an update.

Lead cast: Richard Burgi (James Ellison), Garett Maggart (Blair Sandburg), Bruce A. Young (Simon Banks).

Guest cast (in order of credits): Valarie Pettiford (Angie Ferris), Mark Pellegrino (Ray Weston), Rae'ven Larrymore Kelly (Pam Ferris), Mitch Kosterman (Warden Nichols), Larry Musser (Mel), J.R. Bourne (Kendrick).

Music notes: Featured song was "Coming Back to Me" sung by Valarie Pettiford. Words by Michael Sherwood and Steve Porcaro; music by Steve Porcaro. Found on The Sentinel soundtrack. Lyrics as transcribed by Mrs. Fish at the end of the transcript.

Summary: Ellison and Sandburg try to protect a female pop star from a stalker, an escaped convict who is her former lover. (Source: Stefan's Sentinel Episode Guide)

This episode was originally broadcast on September 11, 1996.
Last updated: 7/8/01

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~Opening theme plays as credits roll. Monologue by Blair Sandburg: "In the jungles of Peru the fight for survival heightened his senses. Now, Detective James Ellison is a sentinel in the fight for justice. Seeing before others see. Sensing what others can't. An ever-vigilant watchman in the war against crime."~

~~~~~~~~~~ Act I ~~~~~~~~~~

~Scenes of Angie Ferris recording "Coming Back to Me" in a studio.~

~Cut to scenes of a crashed police van on the side of a country road as the song plays. Day. Guards in front are unconscious. Two prisoners are in back, one of which is Weston who is getting out of the back of the van.~

Prisoner: Weston, man, get me out of here. I think my leg is broke.

Weston: I'm going to go see what the situation is. (goes up to the front, takes gun and handcuff keys, and cigarettes from unconscious guards

Prisoner: Hurry up, man! I'm hurting back here.

Weston: Hey, man, I love this song. You like Angie Ferris?

Prisoner: I don't care about her. Just... agh! Get me out of here. Don't you leave, Weston.

Weston: I'm not going to leave you, buddy. I got Moseley's phone. I'm going to call for help, man.

Prisoner: Weston? Man, I smell gas.

Weston: You smell gas? (sees dripping gas) Sure you do.

Prisoner: Oh, geez. Come on, Weston.

Weston drops a lit match in the gas leak, then walks away.

Prisoner: Weston!

Van explodes as Weston walks down the road.

~Cut to Simon's office. Day. Jim and Blair enter.~

Simon: Come on.

Jim: Yes, sir.

Simon: Uh, Jim, this is Warden Nichols. Jim Ellison. This is Blair Sandburg.

Blair: Hi.

Simon: Take a look at this.

Nichols: It's a file on Ray Weston. One of our prison vans blew a tire and crashed on its way back from court yesterday. The two guards and another prisoner were killed. Weston made his way to a nearby farmhouse and stole himself a pickup truck.

Jim: What's he in for?

Simon: Jewelry store robbery. He murdered the owner five years ago, right? Life sentence.

Nichols: He's a major league psychotic.

Blair: Oh, man, no doubt. (picking up a defaced picture of Angie Ferris from a pile of them on the table)

Jim: What's all this?

Nichols: Well, these were on Weston's prison cell wall. There's two more walls with the same -- floor to ceiling, all defaced.

Jim: And who is she?

Blair: It's Angie Ferris. The singer. You never heard of her?

Jim: As far as I'm concerned the last group worth listening to was Santana.

Simon: They're okay, but Ferris has a good sound. She's got a sort of pop-rock-gospel-classical thing going. Very socially conscious. Her last album did some really big numbers. She had this one hit was just slammin'. It had this... (makes drumming noises, then stops when the others just look at him) My son listens to her, okay.

Blair: It's all right. I really dig it, you know when the old generation gets into new stuff.

Jim: So this Weston is a fan, I take it.

Nichols: He was obsessed. He once even stabbed another inmate over her picture on a magazine cover.

Phone rings and Simon answers it.

Simon: Excuse me. Banks.

Jim: Have they ever met?

Nichols: I have no idea.

Simon: Thanks. (hangs up) You know that pickup truck Weston stole? One of our units just found it abandoned down by the waterfront which means Weston is in Cascade.

Jim: Is he obsessed with her enough to track her down to get close to her?

Nichols: He has the classic profile of a stalker.

Jim: Let's get an address on Ferris. Thank you.

Jim and Blair leave.

~Cut to Jim and Blair pulling up in the F-150 truck pulling up outside a really nice house. Day. They get out and head toward the door.~

Blair: Wow. Guess a few million albums these days buys a pretty nice lifestyle.

View changes to see them through binoculars. Camera shows Weston watching.

~Cut to inside. Jim and Blair are walking in a hallway outside where Angie's door is. Music can be heard.~

Blair: Oh, wait. Do you hear that? That has got to be from her new album. We're getting a sneak preview here, man. What do you think?

Jim: She's no Aretha Franklin. (knocks on door)

Door opens and a girl, Pam, peeks out. Music is really loud.

Jim: Uh, I'm Detective Ellison. This is Blair Sandburg.

Blair: How you doing? (waves)

Pam: Detective? Are you a policeman?

Jim: Yeah.

Pam: Is there something wrong?

Jim: Could you turn your music down, sweetheart?

Pam: Oh..! sure. Come on in.

They go inside. Pam turns off the music.

Jim: Thank you. My hearing's a little sensitive.

Angie: (comes down the stairs) Pam? I told you to never let anyone in here without my permission!

Pam: I'm sorry, mom.

Angie: I want you to leave right now before I call the police.

Jim: I'm Detective Ellison, Cascade Police Department. This is Blair Sandburg.

Blair: Hi.

Angie: Are you a cop, too?

Blair: Actually, I'm a consultant to the police. Uh, really. (shows his ID)

Angie: What is this about, Detective?

Jim: Can we talk in private?

Angie: Uh, Pam? Honey, I want you to go to your room.

Pam: But Mom...

Angie: No "mom" anything. No arguments. Go. Thank you.

Blair: Thanks, Pam.

Jim: Mrs. Ferris, have you ever met a man named Ray Weston?

Angie: No.

Jim: He's a convicted murderer who escaped from prison yesterday and we think he might be headed this way.

Angie: Why?

Jim: Well, photographs of you were found all over his cell. He appears to be an obsessed fan. Perhaps you've received some letters from him?

Angie: Maybe, but they're all handled by my label's publicity department. I never see them.

Jim: Well, with your permission, we'd like to station an officer here just until Weston is apprehended.

Angie: I appreciate your concern, but I'm perfectly safe here. I'm sure you saw Andy, our security guard downstairs? Ex-marine, black belt in karate. I don't think Pam and I have anything to worry about.

Jim: Maybe not, ma'am, but we just like to play it on the safe side.

Angie: Look, I'm right in the middle of recording my new album.

Blair: Oh, yeah! We heard some of it on the way in. Whew! Man, sounds great.

Angie: Thank you, but the point is I just don't like people hanging around when I'm working.

Jim: We'll stay out of your way as much as possible.

Angie: I am sorry. I don't think this is going to work. I'm a private person and so is my daughter.

Jim: We'll be a couple of days...

Angie: I said no, Detective. Excuse me.

Phone rings and Angie picks it up. She hears her song "Coming Back to Me" playing over the line. Jim's hearing kicks in and he hears it as well.

Angie: Hello? Who is this? Hello? Hello..?

Jim walks to the balcony and looks down. He follows sound to a open line in a car below. Blair joins him.

Blair: What's going on?

Jim: Call for backup. He's here. (hands Blair the phone and goes back inside)

Blair: What? (opens phone and starts to dial)

Jim: How do I call the guard downstairs?

Angie: There's a video intercom in the lobby. (hangs up the phone and flips a switch for downstairs)

Video intercom shows Weston fighting with Andy. Weston wins and leaves the camera view.

Angie: Oh, my god.

Jim: All right, I want you to join your daughter in her bedroom and stay there, please.

Blair: (on balcony) Simon, this is Blair. We're at Angie Ferris's apartment and Jim says Weston's here. And he wants backup.

Jim: Sandburg -- lock the door behind me.

Blair: All right. (goes inside and locks door)

~Cut to Jim outside in hallway standing next to elevator. Elevator opens to show Andy, dead, laying on the floor. Jim goes down the stairs and stops on the lobby level. He comes out carefully. Weston hides around a corner. Jim starts to listen and hears him and comes around the other way.~

Jim: (with gun at Weston's head) All right, drop your weapon. Nice and slow.

Weston puts his gun down.

Jim: All right, now get up slowly.

Weston gets up quickly and hits Jim, knocking his gun away. They fight. Weston knocks Jim through a pane of glass after beating up on him awhile. Weston takes Jim's gun and leaves. Jim pulls himself up long enough to see Weston take off in a red car. Police vehicles arrive as Weston drives off.

~~~~~~~~~~ Act II ~~~~~~~~~~

~Same continuing scene a bit later. Simon and Jim outside. Coroner is loading up Andy's body into a van in the background.~

Simon: Come on, Jim. Don't take it so hard. There was nothing you could do.

Jim: I should have anticipated Weston might already be here, Simon. I really screwed this one up.

Simon: Look, man, I want you to go and see a doctor.

Jim: No, I'll be fine. I got to get back inside in case Weston comes back.

Simon: What, are you kidding me? With what went down now, he's probably halfway to Mexico by now.

Jim: Simon, this guy's crazy. Coming back is just the kind of thing he'd do.

Simon: All right. But I'll leave a man here with you just in case.

Jim: All right.

Simon: Where's Sandburg?

Jim: He's upstairs with Ferris and her daughter.

Simon: How's she doing?

Jim: How do you think? (goes toward door of building)

~Cut to inside Angie's apartment.~

Angie: No way we are staying here another minute.

Blair: Well, you can't just take off without police protection.

Angie: Watch me. We are out of here. Pam, dear?

Jim comes in.

Angie: (to Jim) Look, would you please get your friend out of my face? Pam and I are leaving.

Jim: To go where?

Angie; Reno, L.A., China. As long as it's someplace else.

Jim: If you leave Cascade, we can't protect you.

Angie: Oh, right. Like you protected us today? That lunatic killed Andy. What would have happened if he'd gotten in here?

Jim: But he didn't, did he?

Angie: If you think I'll hang around here waiting to die, you're crazy. That is not my style. Pam..?

Jim: You can't run from this, Miss Ferris.

Angie: Oh, the hell I can't. Look, why can't Pam and I just sneak out and go to some hotel somewhere? That way, if this guy Weston does come back, you'll be here waiting for him and we will be somewhere else.

Jim: I got careless and I let Weston get away. Now he's no fool. You go somewhere with your daughter, and I'm sure he'll figure it out.

Angie: That's what this is really about, isn't it? You don't give a damn about us. You're just using us to catch him.

Jim: I want Weston back in jail. Don't you?

Angie: What I want is just to be left alone.

Jim: Well then, help us get Weston off the street and out of your life.

Angie: I don't like this one damn minute. All right. Let's just say I agree to do this, will you be the one to protect us?

Jim: Me personally?

Angie: You kept him away today. Look, if I'm going to entrust my life and my daughter's life to someone, you're the one.

Jim: Ma'am, there are plenty of good officers I can place here. I'm going after Weston.

Angie: Uh-huh. I want you here -- or the deal is off.

Pam: Is everything okay, Mom?

Jim: All right, it'll be me and Blair, and I'll post a man downstairs.

Angie: Thank you.

Pam: (comes downstairs) Where are we going?

Angie: We're not going anywhere, but there is nothing to be afraid of.

Pam: Mom.

Angie: (to Jim) Right?

Jim: Right.

~Cut to Weston in a gun store talking to a clerk. Day.~

Clerk: So, what can I do for you?

Weston: Shotgun. Looking for something real hefty.

Clerk: Got a real nice over-under.

Weston: You can make me a great deal on that?

Clerk: You got it.

Weston: Oh, yeah, that's nice.

Clerk: Just take a few minutes to do the paperwork.

Weston: You know, I hate that paperwork.

Clerk: Ahh... it's the law.

Weston: And we can't go breaking the law now, can we? I'll need a box of ammo. .9 millimeter.

Clerk: Oh, for this baby, you need 12-gauge shells.

Weston: Oh, yeah. No, it's not for that one. (pulls out Jim's handgun) It's for this.

~Cut to Angie's apartment. Evening. Blair is helping Pam with her history homework and pointed to a picture in a book. Jim is sitting on the couch.~

Pam: You were really there?

Blair: Uh-huh. Right there.

Pam: Wow. My teacher showed us a movie once where these people went all the way up the Amazon in a canoe. Did you do that too?

Blair: Uh-huh. And I almost got eaten by a crocodile.

Pam: No way.

Blair: Way.

Pam: Wow. You've done some really cool stuff in your life. I wish I could do some cool stuff like that.

Blair: What are you talking about? Your mom, she's a big star. Most kids would think that's pretty cool.

Pam: Well, it isn't. She never lets me go to any of her concerts or anything. She says she wants me to have a regular life. Yeah, right.

Angie comes in.

Angie: Your life is not so bad. I just want you to have the things that I never had as a kid. Like homemade cookies.

Pam: Yeah, but how come I only do the things that you want me to do? Why can't I do some of the things that I want to do?

Angie: 'Cause...

Pager goes off. Jim reaches for his.

Pam: It's mine. It's Jessica... (reaches for the phone)

Angie: No phone today. You have homework to do, young lady.

Pam: But mom, she 911'd me.

Angie: And you will see her in school tomorrow.

Pam: Okay, but Blair's helping me with my social studies.

Angie: And what about math? You have a test tomorrow, remember?

Pam: Is it okay if he helps me with that too?

Angie: Honey, I don't think we should be bothering him.

Blair: It's no bother. I don't mind at all.

Pam: Yes! My computer's in there.

Blair: All right.

Blair and Pam leave.

Angie: (heading into kitchen) I'm going to make some coffee. Do you want some?

Jim: Sounds great. (goes into kitchen with her) Ten-year-old girls with beepers. I'll never understand that.

Angie: I guess you don't have kids. I know. I spoil her, but it's not easy being my daughter. Always under glass.

Jim: I take it her father's not around.

Angie: I got pregnant after high school. The boy who was the father didn't want to have anything to do with me, so I raised her on my own.

Jim: Must have been tough.

Angie: I managed somehow. Maybe that's why I'm overprotective. I want to keep her out of the world that I grew up in.

Jim: Well, I don't know too much about kids, but it seems if you protect them too much, they won't be prepared for the way things really are.

Phone rings and Angie answers it.

Angie: Hello?

Weston: Guess who? It's your number one fan. You know, baby, I know all of your songs by heart, especially "Coming Back to Me."

Jim: (makes a call on his cellphone) I've got Weston on the line at the Ferris home. I need a trace.

Angie: What do you want?

Weston: You know what I want, baby. I want you.

Angie: Then, uh, why don't you come on over?

Weston: Well, I already tried that and you called the police on me.

Angie: I didn't call them. They came to me.

Weston: Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I don't like it when people lie to me.

Angie: I'm not lying.

Weston: So you really want to see me?

Angie: Yes. I really want to see you.

Jim: I need an address.

Weston: Trouble is, what about your cop friend?

Angie: Who?

Weston: You know who. He's probably right there. Put him on.

Angie: There's no one here.

Weston: Don't lie to me, Angie. Just put the man on the phone.

Angie: He wants to talk to you.

Jim: I'm going to get off for a second. Hold on. (into Angie's phone) Yeah?

Weston: I just wanted to apologize for having to beat up on you like I did. I had to take care of myself. You know how it is.

Jim: Maybe we can talk about it in person.

Weston: Yeah, maybe we should. Look, you do me a favor and you keep an eye on that pretty little lady for me, okay? 'Cause I'm sure we're going to be seeing each other real soon. (hangs up)

Jim: Hello? (hangs up) (into cellphone) Did you get a location? Ah, damn it. Okay. Thanks anyway for trying. (hangs up) It wasn't enough time to pinpoint the location. Did he say anything to you that might have given any indication where he was calling from?

Jim's cellphone rings again. He answers it.

Jim: Excuse me. (into phone) Ellison.

Simon: Jim, it's Simon. I think we got a lead on Weston. He stole a gun from a sporting goods store over on Ravensdale. Whole thing was caught by the security camera. This may be the break we've been looking for. Weston also took the store owner's wallet and he's been using his credit cards. Ten minutes ago, somebody answering Weston's description checked into the motel down on Westminster.

Jim: That's just a couple of miles. I'll meet you there. (hangs up) We've got a lead on Weston. I've got to go.

Angie: Wait a minute. I thought you were staying here with us.

Jim: If I catch him now, this whole thing will be over.

Angie: What if he comes back here?

Jim: There's an armed detective in the lobby. He's got a photo of Weston. There's a plain clothes unit on patrol in the area. Blair's going to be here with you. Everything is going to be all right. I will be back in half an hour. (leaves)

~Cut to Steele's Motel. Night. Jim, Simon, and a few other cops are sneaking up to a door of a room.~

Simon: Shh. (reaches for doorknob) I'm going in high.

Jim's hearing kicks in and he hears a clicking noise from inside as Simon turns the knob. View switches to inside to show a shotgun rigged to the door. Jim shoves Simon out of the way just as it goes off.

~Cut to Angie's apartment. Main living room where Blair had been reading a book.~

Angie: Hey, Blair, um, can I ask you a favor?

Blair: Of course.

Angie: I have to pick one more track for my album. Would you listen to these demos and help me decide?

Blair: Are you kidding me? It would be an honor.

Angie: The best way to hear this is with headphones.

Blair: Okay.

Angie: Just listen to them all and tell me which one you like.

Blair: Okay. Great. (puts on headphones as Angie walks away; he cranks up the volume)

~Cut to motel. Cops break down door and scout out the inside. It's empty inside.~

Simon: All right, move! What the hell..?

Jim: He's gone. (pause) Angie... Angie! (runs out of room)

Simon: All right, you guys, I want the rest of this motel searched now. Move it!

~Cut to Jim and other officers breaking down door of Angie's apartment. Blair, still wearing headphones, jumps up from the couch, startled.~

Jim: Police! Freeze!

Blair: What the hell is going on?!

Jim: Where's Angie?

Blair: She's back in her studio.

Jim: Check the kid's room. Mikey, go with him.

Blair: It's upstairs to the left.

Jim checks Angie's room. It's empty. Blair comes in.

Blair: She's gone.

Jim: So is Angie.

Blair: Damn it, Jim, I don't know what happened. I was just talking to her 15 minutes ago.

Jim: Yeah, well, she's not here now.

~~~~~~~~~~ Act III ~~~~~~~~~~

~Same continuing scene. Blair comes down the stairs to join Jim below.~

Blair: Empty hangers in both Pam and Angie's closets

Jim: Which means they had time to pack some clothes.

Blair: So they weren't kidnapped.

Jim: All right, if Weston didn't kidnap them, that means they decided to leave on their own. What happened after I left?

Blair: Uh... I was sitting on the couch reading a book. Pam was asleep, Angie was in her studio. Wait a minute, I don't know if it means anything, but I saw the red light for the phone on.

Jim: So somebody was making a call.

Blair: Pam was asleep. It had to be Angie.

Jim: I'll make a cop out of you yet.

They go back to Angie's office. Blair picks a pad of paper.

Blair: If she was using the phone, she might have written something down and if she did, there'd be an imprint on the page underneath. Give me your fingers, use your fingers. See if you can read it. Concentrate.

Jim: (feeling paper) Bunch of them.

Blair: Well, the last thing she wrote down would be the deepest.

Jim: One... Three...

Blair: Uh-huh.

Jim: Three -- no. Eight...

Blair: One-three-eight.

Jim: Cliff... Sign... No-no. Side.

Blair: 138 Cliffside.

Jim: That's an address.

Blair: Isn't that that road going out to Olympia Bluffs?

Jim: We're taking a drive.

They leave.

~Cut to Jim and Blair on country road in truck. Night. Very windy.~

Blair: Whoo. Big storm. There it is -- 138.

They stop and get out of truck.

Blair: Whoo!

Jim: Stay out here while I check out the house.

Blair: Isn't that trespassing?

Jim: I want to find out who's here before we announce ourselves. If you see anything, call me.

Blair: On what?

Jim: Just call.

Blair: Oh, right, right, right, right.

Jim sneaks up to house and looks around. He gets close to house and looks in windows. He hears something in the trees and aims his gun, using his sight to see a deer. From inside, someone aims a gun at his shadow and fires. Jim falls slightly, leaning against a wooden fence. Angie comes out of the house, sees him, and runs over to him.

Angie: Oh, my god!

~Cut to inside house. Angie is fixing up Jim's arm, where the bullet struck.~

Angie: I could've killed you.

Jim: Yeah, you could've.

Angie: I'm really sorry.

Jim: You're just lucky it was me instead of Weston. What were you thinking? Why did you run off like that?

Angie: I kept thinking about Weston and what would happen if he showed up again. My manager's having a new roof put on his house while he's on vacation. I asked if I could use it for a few days. They canceled the workmen so I wouldn't be disturbed. I figured no one would find us here.

Jim: Well, if I could find you, Weston could.

Pam and Blair come in.

Pam: I don't believe you.

Blair: I'm telling you, it's the truth.

Pam: Jim, Blair says that when Indian women used to give birth to a baby, they'd eat the...the...what is it called?

Blair: The placenta.

Pam: Yeah. Is he lying to me?

Jim: I don't think so. Usually if Blair says something, it's, uh, true.

Pam: That is so disgusting.

Angie: I don't know about the rest of you, but Pam and I are going back to sleep. We're upstairs. There's an extra bedroom down here. I have a couch in the living room, extra blankets and...

Jim: We'll manage, thanks.

Angie: I'm really sorry about your arm, but I'm glad you're here. Good night.

Jim: Good night.

Angie and Pam leave.

Blair: I parked the truck out front. How's the arm?

Jim: I'll survive.

Blair: So is, uh...is there something going on between you two?

Jim: No.

~Cut to upstairs as Angie takes Pam back to her bed.~

Pam: Mom, what's going on? Why are those policemen staying with us?

Angie: It's nothing, baby. Don't worry.

Pam: Why won't you tell me anything? I'm not stupid. All I have to do is ask them.

Angie: It's, um, Ray Weston. He's escaped from prison.

Pam: Ray?

~Cut to Jim on the phone downstairs.~

Jim: Yeah, everything's fine, Simon. All right, no, I'll call you in the morning. (hangs up)

Blair: All I was talking about was...

Jim holds his hand up for silence so he can listen to conversation above them between Angie and Pam.

Jim: Whoa, quiet.

~Cut to bedroom above.~

Angie: The police think he might try to hurt us. That's why they're here.

Pam: But Ray would never do anything to us. He's our friend.

Angie: Pam, I know you like Ray, but he's not everything you think he is. He hurts people. He killed Andy -- the security guard.

Pam: I don't believe you!

Angie: Pam, listen to me. You can't tell anybody that we know Ray or we're going to be in big trouble. (leaves bedroom)

Jim is standing around corner as Angie leaves.

Jim: I think we need to have a talk... and this time I want the truth.

~~~~~~~~~~ Act IV ~~~~~~~~~~

~Jim and Angie in Angie's bedroom a bit later.~

Jim: All right, Angie. No more lies. Who's Ray Weston to you?

Angie: I, um...I grew up in Spokane. When Pam was born, I dropped out of school to take care of her and it was hard and lonely. And then, one day, I...I met Ray. He was 25, he was smooth, he was good-looking, he was charming...and he adored Pam. And I was young and I was dumb and I fell in love.

Jim: What happened?

Angie: One night, we went to this little grocery store. One minute he was the most charming man in the world and the next minute, he pulls out this gun and robs the place. I mean, I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing. Then Ray decides that he is going to rob a jewelry store. Only, uh... this time, the clerk tried to stop him and he shot him. As soon as I could, I went to the cops. My deal was if I testified against him, they would not file charges against me and the case would be sealed. When they dragged Ray out of the court, he was screaming about how he was going to...find me someday.

Jim: Does Pam know about this?

Angie: Ray was like the father she never had. She loved him. I couldn't tell her the truth, so I said that he had gotten into some trouble and was sent to prison. But I never told her any more than that. I figured I'd never see him again. I'm not proud of what I did. I've tried to live a good life. I've even tried to make up for it with the message in my music.

Jim: So why did you lie to us today? To try and save your career?

Angie: I was afraid that...Pam would find out about my past.

~Cut to Weston in a vehicle somewhere dialing a phone. Pam's voicemail picks up.~

Voicemail: Hi, you've reached Pam's voice mail. If you need to beep me, just dial in your number followed by the pound sign. Bye!

Weston beeps Pam and hears the beeper going off.

~Cut back to house. Lower level. Jim is up and walking around. Blair comes out of the bedroom.~

Jim: What are you doing up?

Blair: The thunder woke me. I heard you moving around out here and...

Jim: I just wanted to check on the locks and, you know, make sure everything's okay.

Blair: You okay?

Jim: Yeah, I'm fine.

Blair: Come on, Jim. Talk to me.

Jim: Oh, man. It's my arm. It's killing me.

Blair: I thought it was only a flesh wound.

Jim: I've been hurt much worse, believe me. I've never felt pain like this before, though.

Blair: All right. Let's calm down and think for a second. Okay, you're outside, your senses are on full alert and, uh, your body just comes an open receptor for whatever stimuli comes your way. In this case, it just happened to be a bullet.

Jim: Yeah, I know! I just want it to stop.

Blair: You got to be able to control the intensity, be able to turn it up and down at will.

Jim: I-I-I got to...

Blair: Let's try something. Take a seat. Come on, Jim, take a seat.

Jim sits down. Blair sits across from him.

Blair: Okay. Okay, now, just let's remember our breathing. Close your eyes. Concentrate... And just let all the tension just flow right out of your body. Yeah.

Jim: It still hurts.

Blair: You've got the attention span of a gerbil. Now, close your eyes and relax and let's journey to that part of the brain where your senses converge.

Jim: What is this, Fantastic Voyage?

Blair: Look, Jim, if you don't want to cooperate...

Jim: Okay, all right. All right. I'm converging.

Blair: Okay. Now, picture something that you can control....picture a dial.

Jim: Got it.

Blair: Okay, now, imagine yourself turning it down, sort of like the volume control on a television set. Only you determine how much you feel. That's it.

Jim: Wow. Yeah.

Blair: It worked?

Jim: Yeah. Yeah, it just kind of feels like a scratch now. (stands up)

Blair: Jim, this... this is a major breakthrough.

Jim: Yeah, I feel all relaxed. It's great. Why don't you head back to bed? I'm just going to keep an eye on things out here.

Blair: All right. Good night. (goes back to the bedroom)

Jim sits down and pulls out gun to rest beside him.

~Cut to Pam's bedroom. Her pager goes off. She picks it up and calls the number on it. Phone rings in Weston's car.~

Weston: Yeah?

Pam: Who is this?

Weston: Pam? Is that you?

Pam: Ray? Oh, my gosh! Ray! I can't believe it's you.

Weston: Oh, baby, it's so good to hear your voice. I'm so glad you decided to leave your beeper number in your letters.

Pam: Ray, some policeman came to our house today. They said you escaped from prison.

Weston: There was an accident. I managed to get away.

Pam: They say you killed some people. They say you killed Andy, the guard where we live.

Weston: That's a lie, baby. That's a lie. The police are trying to frame me.

Pam: But mom says it's true too.

Weston: I have never lied to you, Pam, and I am not lying to you now.

Pam: I don't know who to believe.

Weston: If I could just see your mom, baby, I know I could straighten everything out.

Pam: That's not a good idea, Ray. Mom doesn't like you anymore.

Weston: That's because she believes all the stuff the police say about me. That's why I need to see her.

Pam: But those policemen are staying here with us and if they see you, they'll arrest you.

Weston: Okay, Pam, listen to me. Now, the only thing that kept me going when I was in prison was knowing that I had a family waiting for me out here, okay? I want to be a family, Pam. Only this time, I want to marry your mom and I want to adopt you so you can really be my daughter. Why don't you tell me where you are and I'll just come right on over.

Pam: 138 Cliffside Drive.

Weston: Okay. Now, look. Listen close. Here's what I want you to do.

~Cut to Pam going down the stairs. She goes over to Jim who is napping on the couch. Her attention is on Jim's gun.

~Cut to Weston in his car, driving. He puts in a CD. "Coming Back to Me" starts to play and he sings along with it.~

Weston: I gave my heart away; I sold my soul for a promise made; the mask you wore, the mad charade; will I ever learn? I put my trust in you, the things you'd say, and the things you'd do; the tragic trials of the faithful few and time's healing grace; and then I saw your face. It's all coming back to me, every mistake I made...

He stops in front of the house.

~Cut to inside. Still night. Jim wakes up at a particular loud crash of thunder. He hears someone coming down the stairs. He stands and points his gun, but lowers it when he sees Angie coming down the stairs. He puts his gun in his back holster as she comes near him.~

Angie: Your shirt got pretty messed up. You could wear this. (hands Jim a shirt)

Jim: Oh, that was really nice of you. Thank you. (changes shirts)

Angie: Want something to eat?

Jim: No. Thanks. I'm not really hungry.

Angie: About everything that's happened I owe you an apology. I've been hiding my past with Ray for so long, I didn't think I could trust anybody. I'm not trying to excuse what I did. I mean, you tried to help me and I lied to you. It was selfish and stupid.

Jim: And dangerous.

Angie: Yeah.

Jim: And self-destructive.

Angie: Mmm, yes.

Jim: Irresponsible.

Angie: Maybe.

Jim: And arrogant.

Angie: Why don't you stop trying to be so damn helpful? What I'm trying to say is, for some reason from the moment I met you, I trusted you. I don't know why. I just did.

Jim: You trusted me so much you ran away, huh?

Angie: Uh... look, you just don't understand. I've been taking care of myself for so long I don't know how to let anybody else in. I don't let people get close.

Jim: Yeah, I know what you mean. Neither do I.

Jim's cellphone rings and he answers it.

Jim: Excuse me. (into phone) Ellison.

Simon: Jim, it's Simon. We've got a problem.

Jim: I'm listening.

Simon: I just got a call from Warden Nichols. They did a thorough search of Weston's cell and hidden in the leg of his bed, there were some letters -- all written within the last year -- from Angie Ferris' daughter, Pam.

Jim: Thanks.

~Cut to Jim entering Pam's room. Pam is dressing. Angie follows him in.~

Jim: Pam?

Angie: What is going on?

Jim: Your daughter's been writing to Weston since he's been in jail.

Angie: Oh, my god. How? I want the truth.

Pam: Mom, I didn't do anything wrong. Ray called one day from prison and we talked a while. Then he wrote me letters.

Angie: I never saw any letters.

Pam: They came to Brittany's house 'cause I thought you might get mad.

Angie: Damn him. I...

Pam: Mom, he wants us to be a family again, like before.

Angie: Pam, don't you understand? He is a killer.

Pam: Ray would not do anything wrong. He wouldn't!

Angie: Honey, he was just using you. Don't you understand?

Pam: I don't believe you!

Jim: Pam, has Ray been in contact with you since he got out of prison?

Pam: Why do you guys hate him so much?

Jim: Honey, we don't gate him. He's just done some terrible things.

Pam: You're lying. You're all lying about him. I don't believe any of you. (leaves room)

Angie: Pam!

Pam: I want to be alone!

Jim: Could Ray have contacted her since you've been here?

Angie: I don't see how. I just don't...

Lights go out in house. Pam is on the staircase. Weston is at the bottom.

Weston: Hey, baby.

Pam: Oh, Ray!

They hug.

Weston: Hey... yeah. It's okay. Daddy's here now. Daddy's here, baby.

~~~~~~~~~~ Act V ~~~~~~~~~~

~Same continuing scene. Blair comes out of the lower bedroom with a lit candle.~

Blair: What's going on?

Weston hits Blair once, knocking him out.

Pam: (runs over to Blair) No, Ray!

Angie: Oh, my god. Pam? Pam, honey, are you okay?

Jim comes down the stairs with his gun. Angie comes after him. Weston grabs Pam and pulls her in front of him as Jim comes around corner.

Pam: Ray... No!

Weston: Shh, shh, shh.

Jim: Let her go, Weston.

Weston: Or what, huh? I don't think so.

Pam: Ray, what are you doing?!

Weston: Shh! How you doing, Angie? Long time no see, huh, baby?

Angie: Don't do this, Ray, please.

Pam: Ray, you're hurting me.

Weston: Shh! I said be quiet. You understand me? Be quiet. (to Angie) I told you I'd pay you back for what you did to me, didn't I? And I've been watching you, baby. I been keeping track of your success. Every time I heard that song, I wanted to kill you.

Jim: I said let her go, Weston.

Weston: Or what? (to Pam) Tell him, baby. Tell him.

Pam: While you were asleep... I took the bullets out of your gun. I'm sorry.

Jim checks gun and discovers it's the truth.

Ray: Say good-bye to the pretty lady.

Blair jumps up and shoves Weston's arm up as the gun goes off. Weston attacks him, knocking him backwards again.

Pam: Mommy, run!

Jim and Angie take advantage of the opportunity and disappear.

Ray: It's okay, baby.

Pam: No, Ray.

Weston sees the open door to the outside porch and moves to it slowly.

Weston: Shut up! I'll kill her!

Pam: Stop it.

Weston: I'll kill her!

Pam: Mommy!

Weston: You hear me?!

Jim: Hey!

Jim attacks from just inside the door and knocks Weston outside. Pam gets lose. They fight and struggled on the porch and down the steps. It's pouring rain outside.

Angie: (to Pam) Go inside, baby. Go on.

Pam goes inside. Angie closes door, but stays outside.

Weston knocks Jim into a scaffolding with roof tiles on it. Scaffolding falls partway and sparks fly. Tiles fall onto Jim, knocking him unconscious. Weston picks up a bar and goes over toward Jim.

Angie: Ray! Ray!

Weston stops from hitting Jim and goes up the steps to Angie.

Angie: Ray, don't. Please. Ray. Ray, don't. Ray, I love you. You're the only man I ever loved. You're the only man that ever treated me right. You love me too. You must. Ray, you did not come here to kill me. You came here because you love me. Baby, look inside your heart. It's true. You know it is. You and me and Pam. We can be together like we used to, all right? We can go anywhere you want to. Just say where. Just tell me. We'll go away. I love you. Oh, baby, I've missed you. Okay? (she kisses him)

Jim: (pulling himself up) Angie.

Weston: (pulls away and slaps her) Liar! You're lying to me! You always lie to me!

Jim: Weston!

Weston turns and goes down steps to attack Jim with the bar. Jim shoves him to the scaffolding. Weston grabs it. Sparks fly. Weston is electrocuted.

Angie and Jim go back inside. Blair and Pam are both standing. Both are okay. Pam runs to Angie and they hug.

Angie: Oh, come here. It's all over. It's all over. It's all over, okay?

Pam: I'm so sorry, mommy. I'm sorry.

Angie: Oh, baby, it's okay. That's all right. It's all right.

~Cut to Major Crimes. Day. Jim and Blair entering bullpen.~

Blair: Great -- but how's the arm?

Jim: I think I've finally gotten the pain thing under control, you know.

Blair: Right. Another chapter for my dissertation.

Simon and Angie come out of Simon's office.

Simon: Hey, Jim, guess what? Angie just agreed to perform at our police association benefit next month.

Jim: That's terrific.

Angie: Least I can do, considering all that you guys have done for me. (to Blair) And this is for you. It's my new album. (hands him a tape)

Blair: Before it's released? Thank you so much. This is great.

Simon: Hey, Sandburg. I got a tape player in my office. We could give it a listen right now if you want. That is, if you don't mind sharing your prize with a member of the older generation.

Blair: Absolutely not. Thank you.

Angie: You're welcome.

Simon and Blair head toward Simon's office.

Blair: You see, I knew we'd find some common ground sooner or later, Simon. You don't mind if I call you Simon, do you?

Simon: Actually, I do.

Blair: Sorry, sir.

They go inside office.

Jim: How's Pam?

Angie: Recovering. I guess we both are.

Jim: I saw the media statement you made about your past. I was impressed.

Angie: It was time for the truth. And it was time for Pam to meet her real dad. A private investigator found him living in California. We'll fly out next week to see him. I'm a little nervous. We'll see how it goes.

Jim: I hope it all turns out.

Angie: Thanks. I guess I'm not the perfect mom that Pam thought I was or that I wanted to be.

Jim: I imagine Pam accepts you just the way you are. I think you need to work on accepting yourself.

Angie: Maybe you're right. Well, I have to go pick up Pam from school. Maybe I'll see you around sometime?

Jim: I'd like that. (walks Angie to the entrance of Major Crimes)

Angie: So would I.

Jim: If I do call, are there any other secrets I should know about?

Angie: Just one, but you already know it.

Jim: What's that?

Angie: I'm a sucker for dangerous men. (goes to elevator)

Jim chuckles and heads back into the bullpen.

~ The End ~


Coming Back to Me (lyrics)

I gave my heart away
I sold my soul for a promise made
The mask you wore, the mad charade
Will I ever learn?

I put my trust in you
The things you'd say and the things you'd do
The tragic trials of the faithful few
And time's healing grace
And then I saw your face

(Chorus) It's all coming back to me
Every mistake I made
It's all coming back to me
The cost of love, the price I paid
It's all coming back to me
All coming back to me now

Some vows are bound to break
A band of gold and the hand of fate
The lessons that we learn too late
Can turn a tear to stone
Now that I'm all alone

Chorus

(Spoken) It's all coming back
It's all coming back

(Spoken) It's all coming back to me
Every mistake I made
Yeah
Then I saw your face

It's all coming back to me
The cost of love, the price I paid
Every mistake I made
It's all coming back to me
It's all coming back to me
Now that I'm all alone
It's all coming back to me
The cost of love, the price I paid