Tom Residence

Patrick Donavon was shocked to hear that Robert Carlyle had had a vasectomy. This means that he couldn’t possibly be the father of Darla’s baby.

“What’s on your mind?” Kassie Tom burst out, coming up beside her bodyguard. “You look like you saw a ghost!”

Patrick feigned a smile. “So to speak.”

Kassie looked at Patrick carefully. “There’s something, isn’t there?” She eyed his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Confused, “Why?”

“For the things I said about your mother’s baby. Doubting the parentage, and all…”

“Aw,” she said. “I was just going to do the same thing. I mean, you don’t know my parents. You were an outsider looking in.” Sympathetically, “Your perspective is different.”

“And wrong.” He got out of the room and made his way back down the stairs. “I jumped to conclusions.”

“You’re a… well, used to be a cop… or are you? Never mind. Whatever you are, you have instincts. They make you jump to conclusions. It helps you solve cases. Working back from a conclusion.”

“And as I worked back, I knew it had to be false.”

Kassie shrugged. “I’m just glad you don’t think badly of my mother.”

Patrick got to the bottom of the staircase. “I’m going to call my agency. Ask for any updates from Interpol.”

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Robert congratulated Darla. “Very well played. You were persuasive.”

Darla shook her head. “You do know that lies only mask the truth. The truth is still there. All someone needs to do is removed the mask.”

“Don’t worry,” Robert cooed.

“And do you know why it’ll be worse?” Darla asked.

“Why?”

Darla, bitterly, “We were trying to hide. And whatever we do, the truth about this baby will still remain.”

“Truth?” came Patrick’s voice.

Robert and Darla turned to the doorway. Patrick stood there, with a puzzled look on his face.

“I…” Darla stuttered.

“No need to explain,” Patrick said. “I know exactly what’s going on here.” Patrick moved up to Darla, and pointed at her belly.

Lub…

Darla opened her mouth, and looked at Robert. She backed away slightly, as the sound of her heartbeat and pulse blocked out her hearing.

Dub…

Consuelos Residence

Skye Lore said nothing. All she knew was that she had used too much power – and that she needed more. Before the “real” Skye surfaced.

Mateo Consuelos was reviewing the newspaper.

“Ohhh!” Skye moaned, clutching her head. “Owww!”

She turned her head away as her eyes flickered red then off.

“Are you alright?” Mateo asked.

Skye shook her head, but her head was pounding. She suddenly saw something:

“Consiga trabajar, usted hembra estúpida!” She saw an bald Mexican man screaming at her. "Salen y hacen un poco de dinero! Le batiré otra vez.” (“Get to work, you stupid bitch!” … “Go out there and make some money! I’ll beat you again.”)

Skye was terrified in this memory. “Estoy haciendo mi mejor. No me lastime por favor.” (“I am doing my best. Please don't hurt me.”)

“Maldígale. Usted es inútil. Cierre para arriba!” (“Damn you. You're useless. Shut up!”)

A part of Skye was trying to get out!

What did this memory mean?

“Evil” Skye was panicking. She knew that, if she didn’t get more power, more memories would come back – and eventually the whole Skye!

“Mateo?” Skye asked. “Do you know a place we could go to talk?”

Mateo turned to her. “About what?”

Skye shrugged. “My past. And Dean. I have been without memory since last spring! I just need a good place to go…”

Mateo nodded in agreement. “I know the perfect place… but we’ll go tomorrow. It’s starting to get late.”

Huber Residence

“There has to be more to those people…” Brianna Huber vented, hitting her pen on a pad of paper. “I’m going to have to follow wherever they go tomorrow. I have a feeling something big is going to happen…”

Beach Hut

Brooke Wright left, and Giovanni Pike leaned over to Gillian Evans. “Do I resemble anyone on TV to you?”

Gillian leaned over to him. “No… and I wouldn’t want anyone else to look at you…”

Brooke gave other customers their beverages, and turned back to look at Giovanni. She could help but recognize him from somewhere.

“Brooke!” Gillian called out. “You really have no idea where you recognize Gio?”

She came back to the bar. “No. I’m not sure.” She flips out notepad, “Ready to order?”

Gillian looked at Brooke’s arm. “Hey, is that a tattoo?”

Brooke looked at it, and then to Gillian. “I got it yesterday. It isn’t permanent. Ask Giovanni if his is permanent.”

Giovanni looked up. “How did you know I had a tattoo?”

“I… well, look at you. Don’t all burly, gruff men have tattoos?” Brooke looked down again. “So your order…?”

King Residence

Julian King picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Tomas?”

From the other end: “Yes?”

“Is there any news on Adam?”

“Sadly, no. The police have gone door-to-door. They spoke to his first victim, Iris Torres, and she hasn’t seen him recently.”

“Very well,” Julian said, upset.

He hung up, knowing very well the press was going to have a field day.

Torres Residence

“Adam will never hurt you again. He hurt you now, but he will never hurt you again.” Wyle Torres took the knife in his hands.

Iris Torres’ eyes widened. “You’re going to kill him?”

“No.” He held the knife firmly in his hands. “He won’t die, and he will won’t hurt you.”

Iris was confused.

Wyle grinned. “But I will!”

Iris gazed at her brother in shock. “W-what are you talking about?”

“You know!” Wyle seemed to keep an endless grin. “I am going to kill you. Dead. It’s really not that hard to understand.”

Iris’ mind froze. “No…” she said. “No… God. No… You can’t – God, this can’t be happening to me!”

“But it is!” With that, Wyle lunged at Iris with the knife. Iris throws herself back, but is grazed by the sharp blade.

“Got you!” Wyle grabbed his sister as she covered the cut on her arm.

Iris struggled, but had a fierce memory:

From Episode 1-02…

We follow the figure’s feet and he steps quietly into Iris’ room. Iris was at the window of her house looking out while talking. The figure neared as she talked. He was several feet behind her.

“Gillian, this is your problem. You can’t take my word for anything. I’ll get a man when I want one. Right now, I’m going to let Mr. Right come to me…”

And with that sweep of irony, the stranger wrapped his arm around Iris’ throat and pulled him into her. Iris choked and dropped the phone.

“Iris?” Gillian asked. “Is everything all right?”

Iris was struggling with the stranger. Then the stranger reached around with his other hand. He was wearing black, torn leather gloves. And in them was a knife.

“No!” Iris screamed. The knife swung around and plunged into her side.

…black, torn leather gloves…!

She looked at her brother’s hands. They were the exact same gloves!

“I’m not going to let you hurt me!” she cried out. And with a burst of adrenaline, she broke free from Wyle’s grip – and whacks him!

“Not smart…” Wyle groaned as she neared the stairs.

“You’re the killer!” Iris announced. “You tried to kill me. You killed my mother… you got my father in jail… and God knows what you did to Adam. Look at him!”

“He’s been given some… attitude changing pills. If he just bit you, you’re lucky. He’ll do more than that to you.” Wyle came closer.

“You…?” She looked at Adam fully awake. He resembled an animal, waiting to be unleaded from is ropes. “You’re going to make him kill me? So… so you’ll be the innocent?”

“Pretty good, huh?” Wyle came even closer. “It’s a simple mixture of a doctor drug and… stuff – got it off the Internet.”

Iris just stared, tears obviously clouding her eyes. She quickly turned around and rushed upstairs.

Wyle doesn’t chase her. He takes the knife he grazed her with and placed it under Adam’s nose. “I didn’t want to kill you – even though I could have. We’ll let our jail escapee do that.”

Adam smelled the blood, and was really roused up. Wyle untied the cords holding him down, and he immediately pounced up and rushed out the door.

“Kill her now!” Wyle called out. As Adam sped off, Wyle could only laugh. Revenge, to him, was very sweet. And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.