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Favorite Scenes   March 17, 1994 B and H are entering court. N is working. B: Opening day isn’t that far off, Hank. H: I’m telling you, Bo, spring training record has nothing to do with regular season performance. (sees N) Uh-oh. She’s working. Let’s not disturb her. N: Ooh, too late, Hank. (stands up) Hi, snookums. (kiss) H: Oh, please, please, how about a little decorum in here! N: Oh, oh, excuse me. H: Thank you. N: (sticks out hand) Mr.Snookums. (shake- laugh- kiss) I hate this. B: What? N: Well, I’m used to being on the opposite side of the courtroom from him, but I’m having a hard time making the adjustments with you. B: Hope you never do. H: Yeah, well, Nora, you know, you wouldn’t have had to suffer seeing Bo in court so soon if you and Dorian hadn’t challenged us on exhuming the body. N: What, are you saying I shouldn’t do the job I was assigned? H: No, no, not at all. I mean, blocking the exhumation was absolutely the right move- except it’s not going to matter, because Judge Caruso, he’s going to come in here, and he is going to override your petition for injunction. N: Really? Careful, careful, Hank. Pride goeth before the fall. H: Yeah, well, I just can’t wait to see the expression on Dorian Lord’s face when the judge hands us the shovel to dig up Victor Lord. B: Where is the dragon lady, anyway? She’s late, isn’t she? N: Just a little.   D tries to bribe judge.   N: Dorian’s going to be here, don’t worry about it. And as far as blocking the exhumation, I think she’s right. B: You think she’s what? N: Well, the first autopsy was perfectly thorough, it was thorough enough to determine cause of death. H: You think that I would be here if I didn’t think I had reasonable cause to exhume? N: I think you’re working on a hunch, and that’s not going to cut it with the judge, you know? You're going to have to come up with some pretty compelling reasons why the judge should let you go sifting through Victor’s old dusty crypt. B starts to say something. H: No, no, I’ve see this routine, and now Bo is seeing it in action, too. N: What are you talking about, Hank? H: She’s just trying to get us to, you know, have a little conversation about the case and see if we can tip our hands, but uh-uh, it’s not going to work, Nora. N: Don’t be silly, Hank. I’ll know soon enough why you want to have a second autopsy, I don’t need any sneak previews, I’ll hear all I need to hear when Judge Caruso hears your motion. H: Well, you’ll just have to wait until then. And we know how you hate to wait. Bye, Nora. (she goes back to her table with B) N: At least I didn’t get his ‘Know thy Enemy’ lecture. B: No, Dorian’s the only enemy here. N: Dorian’s not my enemy now, she’s my client. B: Well, okay, whatever, whatever. It was fun, though, watching you try to use your wiles to weasel some information out of Hank there. N: Weasel? I don’t do weasel. B: Oh, what do you call what you were just doing? N: Worming, that was kind of worming. B: Oh, okay, well, whatever it was, didn’t work. N: You know, I liked it better when we were on the same side. B: I did too, but I think we’ll probably learn to live with this. I think this could end up being fun! Really. N: Really? B: Next time, I mean, when, you know, when Dorian’s not your client. Can I give you a little piece of advice? N: Who said I needed advice? B: I did N: Okay, what? B: This is probably not news to you. Don’t trust anything Dorian says, and don’t be surprised over anything she does.   N: So very nice of you to join us. D: I got here, didn’t I? N: Barely, the hearing is just about to start. D: Nora, don’t let the pressure get to you. It’s not good for the complexion. N: You’re awfully calm. D: Never let them see you sweat. That’s my motto. As a matter of fact, why don’t you ask Bo? I’m sure he would give you the same advice. Oh, no, you’re not allowed to ask your, uh, whatever he is for advice, are you? court begins Caruso: Please be seated. Court is ready to hear arguments in the matter of the commonwealth’s petition to exhume the body of Victor Lord. H- coroner omitted critical info in original report-broken nose C- family? H: B contacted V- OK N: (to D) You should have warned me about this. D: How could I have known? N: This business about the broken nose is going to make my arguments look pretty lame. D: You’ll be brilliant, I have no doubt. C: Ms. Gannon, what is your client’s objection to this motion? (N stands up) N: Victor Lord has been resting peacefully for the past 18 years, and his widow, Dorian Lord, who saw him through the long illness that eventually ended up taking his life, despite the prosecutor’s absurd charges to the contrary, had found comfort, at least, in the idea that Victor had been laid to rest at last. You honor, I don’t need to point out to you that the commonwealth- well, in fact, every state in these United States does not take lightly the idea of disturbing the dead. Yet now, simply because an elderly and perhaps easily influenced medical examiner has conveniently recalled omitting certain details in his original autopsy report- your honor. Is that adequate cause to bring down on the widow of Victor Lord the suffering and torment that exhuming his body would, would naturally cause? I implore you to consider carefully the timing of this matter. If indeed Mr. Blake did note a broken nose on the deceased, and if indeed he found that suspicion as to the cause of death, I think we can presume that he would raise that issue then, rather than raising the dead nearly two decades later. (D starts crying) D: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, your honor, but I just cannot stand the thought of Victor’s body being disturbed again. I mean, to do a second autopsy would only defile his body even more. I mean, can you possibly approve more damage- C: (hits gavel) All right, that’s quite enough. Counselor, do you have anything further? N: No, no, thank you, your honor. C: Thank you, counselor. All right, I’ve listened carefully to both sides in this matter, and I’ve reached a decision. C: I’ve weighed the arguments of both counselors in this case, and from where I sit, there can be only one conclusion. This is, after all, a homicide case, and therefore, it is the court’s opinion that the body must be exhumed and an autopsy performed. I will ask the commonwealth to proceed swiftly and efficiently. The exhumation will take place tomorrow morning. It is vividly clear to this court that the details, the true details of Victor Lord’s death must be made known, no matter what the case. This hearing is adjourned. Bailiff: All rise. N: A broken nose would go a long way to corroborate Ethel Crawford’s story about you murdering Victor Lord. D: She’s a stupid, vind- N: Dorian. When they unearth your late husband tomorrow and perform a second autopsy, are they going to find a broken nose? D: No! No, no, no. They aren’t going to find anything.   March 18, 1994 Nora and Bo at home. N: Bo, you promised. B: I know. N: No more talk about the trial. That’s the only way we can keep peace in this house. B: No argument. N: Dorian Lord’s name is not going to even be mentioned, will not be mentioned until this whole trial is nothing but a vague memory, not one peep. B: Not even one whisper. N: All right. B: Doesn’t matter how shocked or surprised I really am. N: You were shocked and surprised by what happened in the courtroom today? B: You weren’t? N: Well, no, I mean, things went pretty much as I expected. I knew there was no way I could block the motion to exhume Victor Lord’s body for an autopsy. B: That’s not the surprise I was talking about, honey. N: Oh? B: You didn’t notice Dorian Lord’s face when that judge gave us the okay to exhume the body? And then she took off like a bat out of hell? N: You should see the way she enters a room. It’s just, you know, that’s just her. B: I think it’s much more than that. I thank, for the first time since all of this started, Dorian really looked- N: What? Dorian looked what? B: Panicked. I mean really panicked. B: No comment, huh, counselor? N: Oh, I don’t know, you feel that my client was, uh, panicky, I, um, uh, I didn’t see it that way. B: Oh? N: No. Panicky, that’s just not the word I would use. B: What word would you use? N: Uh, I’d say she was- B: Panicked. N: Upset. B: Upset, like out of her skin upset, yeah. N: Well, you know, I just, uh, see that, uh, Dorian has a- you know, she has a different way of, uh, being, you know, she has her own rules of behavior. It’s not from your morals to fathom, it’s not from mine, for that matter, either. B: You know what I think? N: I think I know what you think, and I think we should think to ourselves, I think that’s what we promised. B: Think so? N: Potato, potato. (2 diff. pronunciations). You say that she was panicky, I say she was- let’s split the difference and stick with upset. Deal? B: Deal. N: Good. No more shop talk. I will not, I should not, and I won’t. B: Court is adjourned. You got any homework tonight? N: No, nothing major. Tonight is a curl-up, romantic, glorious black and white night. (kiss) B: Tracy and Hepburn. (kiss) A little Pat and Mike. N: No Adam’s Rib, I’ve had enough courtroom for the day. Popcorn? B: Chocolate chip. N: (gasps) I've got some cookie dough in the freezer. I’ll go heat up the oven. B: Wait, wait, wait. N: What? B: There’s one more thing. N: Business? B: Yep. Company. N: Who? Coming here? B: Yes. N: Who? B: Viki. She should- she’s probably landing right now from Italy. Sloan said she wanted to stop by here on the way home for a little case update. N: Oh, well, then I’ll make myself scarce. B: Okay, and I’ll make this whole thing quick. N: Right. (kiss) B: So, you just heat up the oven, and I’ll warm up the VCR. N: Uh-uh, uh-uh, Mr. Commissioner. B: What? N: First things first. B: What? Aw, no, come on! (drags out treadmill) No! N: Oh, you made a promise and you made me promise. B: One night off! N: Coach Gannon says no pain, no gain. Now, while I’m making the chocolate chip cookies- B: Miles to go before I sleep. N: Not to mention eat! So why don't you go slip into that sexy little workout outfit, okay? And start burning off some- preburning some calories. Hup to, hup to, hup to. B: You’re a slave driver. N: Oh, wait, wait, wait, Bo, Bo, Bo, Bo- one more question. B: NO. N: No, no, no, you started this, I get one, fair’s fair. B: One question. N: When she gets here- B: Viki? N: Mmhm. When she gets here, what are you going to tell her? B: About today? N: Mmhm. B: I’m going to give her my honest opinion. N: Which is? B: Since they are going to have an autopsy on Victor Lord’s body, I’d say this case is just about to break, wouldn’t you? Hmm? N: Maybe. B: Maybe? Or maybe some body is just about to break, hmm? (laughs as leave) N: (mocking) Hmm?   B is letting treadmill go by. As hears N’s voice, starts walking. N: Coming through, excuse me, excuse me, coming through, pardon me, pardon me. B: Where are you going? N: Well, I’m going to go to my desk. The dough is defrosting, the oven is preheating, you’re making records, and I’m going to catch up on some paper work. B: Why don’t you just work in here, you can keep me company. N: Uh-uh. No can do. B: What, you want me to suffer all alone? N: Oh, come on, I like my desk. And besides, have you seen this place? Between your life and my life, there’s absolutely no room for me to do any work in here. B: What, do you think we need a new place or something? A new place with enough space that we could share the space once in a while? N: I don’t know, I just- I don’t want to throw anything out, and I had to get everything out of storage because I needed it, and then, I don’t know, every time we turn around, we sort of end up back in each other’s lap. B: That sounds good to me. (N laughs- doorbell) N: Ooh, company is early. I’ll get it- no, you get back on there right now and you just finish off that lap, Mr. Buchanan. I’ll get the door and then I'll disappear into the kitchen. I just want to say hi to Viki. (opens door) Blair: Hi, Nora. I’m sorry to bother you like this at home, but can I come in? I promise not to take too much of your time. N: Of course. Bl: Bo. B: Blair. Bl: I should have called first. N: Yes? Bl: Could I talk to you alone somewhere? B: That’s no problem. I’ll take over the kitchen detail, you take as long as you want. N: Thank you, Bo. B: Anything to get away from this. (leaves) N: So? Bl: Um, I may be wrong, I don’t even know if coming here is the right thing to do, but I didn’t know who else to talk to about this. N: About, about what? I’m assuming this has something to do with Dorian’s case? Bl: Well, not exactly, but it is about Dorian. I’m- I’m worried about her, Nora. N: Why? Bl: It’s- look, it’s probably none of my business. N: But? Bl: Dorian is up to something, Nora. Up to something I think she’s going to regret. Bl: Nora, you don’t understand. She was very upset. N: Well, wouldn’t you be too, in her position? I think it’s very understandable. Bl: Well, maybe for you or for me, but we’re talking about Dorian here. I mean, she’s talked about leaving the country before, that came out in the bail hearing- N: Wait a minute, you don’t think that’s what she’s going to do? Bl: Well, that’s just it, I don’t know and I know her. I asked her straight out, ‘Dorian, are you up to something?’ N: And? Bl: Well, she flatly denied it, she said, she insisted that she wasn’t leaving the country, but, I don’t know, maybe she’s not. N: But? Bl: She was just frantic. She was searching around her house, looking for a key, this strange key. And one she found it, she all but shoved me out the door. N: A key to what? Bl: This is Dorian we’re talking about, Nora, that key could be to absolutely anything, and it could lead to a lot of trouble. Now, you’re her lawyer, right? You’re supposed to help her any way you possibly can, right? And that’s why I’m here, I just- well, I have a real bad feeling about this. N: I’m not sure what you want me to do. Bl: All right, look, I- I told you. That’s all I can do. N: And I appreciate knowing, thank you. Bl: I’m warning you, Nora. Whatever she’s up to, it’s going to be bad. I can see it already. N: Well, I’ll keep my eyes open, then. Thank you. Good night. Bl: Goodnight. (leaves) (N picks up phone) N: Dorian. Dorian, it’s your lawyer, could you please give me a call when you come in tonight? It’s very important. Thank you. (hangs up) B: (enters) First batch is in the oven. I see your company’s gone. Mine ought to be here any minute. Lick? (of spoon with dough) N: Oh, thank you. (tastes it) B: Ooh, big news. I’d never thought I’d live to see the day that you and Blair Daimler conferring about anything. Honey. N: (thinking) Hmm? B: What happened, is something wrong? N: Oh, I’m sorry, I- I- I just, um- I don’t know. Something.   D at crypt. Starts to pry open.   March 21, 1994 N hangs up phone. B brings out cookies. N: Oh, you thoughtful devil! B: It takes enough to get your attention, that must have been some phone call, huh? N: No, actually, I just left a message- ooh, careful. B: Yeah? Dorian? N: Mmm. These are so good. Do I buy the best frozen cookie dough or what? B: You are really some provider, you know that? How come you’re so worried about Dorian? N: Who says I’m worried? B: Because you’ve called her three times within the last half-hour. Is she up to something? N: Commissioner Buchanan, sir- B: Yeah, I know, I know. We can’t talk about the case. N: Right. (B starts to get up) Yeah, but we can still share cookies, can’t we? B: Life is cruel, red, that’s something you’re going to have to learn. N: Life isn’t cruel as long as there are cookies we can share. (runs into something) Ow, oh, ow, oh- B: Are you okay? Are you all right? N: Ow. I’m going to have to wear black pantyhose just to cover up my bruises. B: I know, I’m having the same problem. Hey, didn’t this use to be in the bathroom? N: Yeah, but I banged my shin on it 3 times getting out of the shower, so I dragged it in here. B: Well, yeah, look around, honey, all your boxes, you keep moving stuff in here. N: I can’t live forever without my stuff, can I? B: No, but- you desk is in the hallway right now. N: No, I know, but that’s my favorite place to work, it really is. B: You used to work in bed. You used to put all your papers all around everywhere, you’d work there for hours. N: I never worked there for hours, you never let me. B: Well, that’s because you’d always take a shower and then put on that little, um, that little robe. N: What, are you claiming irresistible impulse? B: Totally irresistible. What are you going to do, you going to report me to the commissioner of police? N: I’ll take it under advisement. So advise me. B: Oh. (kiss-doorbell) N: Oh, I’ll get it. Mmm, you taste like cookies. (kiss) Mmm, good. Sloan, hi, come on in. S: Hi, Bo. B: Hi. Where’s Viki? S: Oh, she’ll be along any time now. B: Oh, her plane was late? S: No, no, she had to make a few stops. She’ll be here shortly. N: How did things go in Italy? Did Jessica and Viki patch things up a bit? S: Well, you know, I asked the question, and I didn’t get much of an answer, so I dropped it. B: You know, maybe I better call Clint’s and I’ll just tell Viki that I’ll meet her over there. S: I don’t think she’ll be there, Bo. B: Where would she be? S: The idea of exhuming her father’s body has brought back a lot of bad memories, you know. So once she got Jessica settled, I think she was going to make one last visit to the cemetery. B: Really. S: She was talking about having a difficult time finding the key to the mausoleum. It’s an odd-shaped key, but she says she sometimes has trouble finding it. (N remembers Bl telling her about D’s key) So Joey’s doing beautifully. That’s by all reports. B: Yeah, that’s great. He is a good kid. S: Yes. N: You know what? I’m sorry, guys, but I just remembered I have to take care of something, so if you’ll excuse me- B: Wait, more work to do? Honey, look, look- don’t just stay down there all night, all right? Bring it back here, work on it here, all right? I’ll take a shower. N: Yeah, yeah, my desk in the hallway- right, right. (kiss) Later, commish. Bye, Sloan. (runs out) S: Wish my lawyer stayed that busy. B: I know. N: Oh, Dorian, Dorian, Dorian, pleas don’t be doing what I think you’re doing. Please.   V and D are fighting in the crypt. N: Stop it! Stop it. Stop it. Stop! D: Nora- N: Dorian! D: She’s- N: No! D: What do you mean? She’s- I can’t stand her!! I hate her! V: She came here to destroy my father’s remains! D: Oh, listen to her! (more yelling) V: If you don’t believe me, Nora, you take a look in this little black bag of hers! D: Oh, that’s ridiculous! (more yelling) N: Dorian, be quiet. Dorian, be- D: No, no- N: Not one word. Not one more word, and I mean it. No! Viki, if you think a felony has been committed here, then you should call the police, but I must advise my client to come with me. We need to talk. D: Yes, we do, we should talk about a lawsuit against- N: Dorian! Come on. (D tries to get bag) V: Don’t even think about it! This is staying here as evidence for the police. D: Oh, fine, fine. (too calm) N: Come on, Dorian. V yells that this will show the jury she is guilty N: Dorian, come on. Now. Now!! V tells caretaker to call Bo. Bo gets call. S: What’s going on? B: Grab your coat. I know why Nora left here in such a hurry now. S: Why? B: Dorian!   V talks to B about finding D and fighting with her. V: Yeah. We were really into it when Nora got here. B: So Nora got Dorian out of here right away? V: Yes, she did, but I did not let her take the black bag with her. B: Good, that’s good.   B will post a guard. S comforts V. N and D at D’s penthouse. D: And she attacked me, I mean, physically attacked me. That’s assault, isn’t it? Nora, isn’t it? N: I don’t know, who struck first? D: Well, who knows? The point is, she also verbally abused me. I was devastated. N: Any cuts or bruises? D: I will no doubt be black and blue in the morning. So you can come over and photograph my body. I mean it, I don’t want Viki getting away with this! I mean, do you know what else she did? N: Dorian, be quiet. D: No, I want to- N: I said be quiet. You’ve been stomping around, ranting and raving ever since we got here. D: But this is- N: Shut up! Thank you. Now, I know you don’t want to hear this, but you’re in very deep trouble. Tampering with Victor Lord’s body before a scheduled autopsy? D: I didn’t do anything to the body. I went to my late husband’s grave to commune. N: For your information, even trying to tamper with the evidence is called obstructing justice. D: For your information, my fingerprints will not be found on any of the items. N: So you’ve seen enough old movies that you knew to wear gloves, so what? Dorian, they have so many ways they can trace who bought that can of lye and the black bag and everything else that you brought with you. The mere fact that you were found at the mausoleum- communing- is going to seem a mite suspicious to the judge. Then you add the evidence, and you add Viki’s testimony- D: Viki has only- N: Frankly, I don’t think the judge will even pause before he rules. Am I getting through to you at all? Am I? D: Fine, then let them throw another trumped up charge at me. I mean, what could be worse than a murder charge, right? Let them charge me with whatever they like. N: I’m not getting through to you at all, I’m not. Dorian, this is very bad. D: Why? N: The odds are very good that the judge will revoke your bail. D: That's outrageous. I thought bail was supposed to stop me from leaving the country. N: Or obstructing justice. But it gets worse than that. D: How? N: They will revoke your bail, and they’ll be allowed to add this new charge of tampering with the evidence to the murder charge. And the jury will hear them both, at the same time. They’ll be part of the same trial. They’ll know all about what happened tonight, and they’ll be able to put two and two together, and they will convict you, Dorian. What you did tonight has ruined any defense you might have had. You are going to be found guilty of murdering your husband.