AT THE BIO LAB. TOM STRIDES DOWN THE HALL AND ENTERS THE LAB. OOH, BABY HE LOOKS GOOD. ĎCEPT FOR THOSE PANTS. HE PURPOSEFULLY WALKS THROUGH THE LAB AREA AND TOWARDS SLOANíS OFFICE. KEVIN, UNSEEN, CALLS TO HIM.
TOM, BEAUTIFUL MAN THAT HE IS, TURNS TO LOOK AT THE BOY. HIS CLOTHES ARE WAY TOO BAGGY. TOMíS. NOT KEVINíS. OBVIOUSLY. KEVIN STEPS FORWARD.
Kevin: I want to thank you.
Tom: For what?
Kevin: For all the things you said. Everythingís gonna be okay now. I know that.
Kevin: When kids called me a freak, I secretly agreed with them. But I never will again because of you.
TOM LOOKS DOWN ON THE BOY WITH A PLEASANT LITTLE SMILE. (SIGH.)
Kevin: And I want you to know, Iíll do anything you ask of me, Tom.
KEVIN BRINGS HIS RIGHT HAND FROM BEHIND HIS BACK AND LIFTS UP THE LIMP BODY OF ONE OF THE LAB MONKEYS. TOM STEPS FORWARD, LIPS PARTED IN SHOCK, AND TAKES THE CREATURE FROM THE BOY. HE PLACES IT IN A SPECIMEN BOWL AND TURNS SLOWLY BACK TO KEVIN.
Tom: There are some things you need to hear, Kevin.
Kevin: (eagerly) Oh, Iíd love to hear everything. Teach me, please.
TOM SLOWLY CROUCHES (!) BEFORE THE BOY. (IíM JUST SAYING ONE THING HERE--YOWZA!!)
Tom: You know that sense that you can do whateverís necessary to survive, and that you have the right to do it...
Tom: ...And that no creature should be allowed to interfere with that?
Tom: Well those thoughts, those instincts, theyíre not necessarily right.
Kevin: (indignantly) Yes they are! You said--
Tom: Look, everyone, regardless of his species, has all kinds of instincts, and impulses. And part of growing up is learning which to obey and which to ignore.
Kevin: You're just like them!
Tom: No, Kevin...
KEVIN STARTS TO BACK AWAY AND TOM GRABS HIM, TRYING TO KEEP HIM THERE.
Kevin: No! NO!
SLOAN APPROACHES AND LOOKS THE THE SCENE FROM THE HALLWAY. THE BOY IS STRUGGLING TO GET AWAY FROM TOM.
Tom: Kevin, Kevin, Kevin.
Kevin: Stop! Let go of me! No!
KEVIN TWISTS FROM TOMíS GRASP AND RUNS OFF. (SILLY BOY! HEL-LO, NO BETTER PLACE TO BE!) SLOAN RUSHES INTO THE LAB.
Sloan: Tom, what happened? Why--
SHE STOPS AND STARES AT THE DEAD MONKEY.
Sloan: Oh, my God.
TOM LOOKS UP AT HER, THEN STANDS.
Tom: Kevin snapped itís neck. To show me that heís truly one of us.
TOM SITS ON A STOOL AND LOOKS UP AT SLOAN.
Sloan: Oh, God.
Tom: The strange thing is, I um, feel badly for him.
SLOAN MOVES TO COVER THE MONKEY.
Tom: Heís so confused right now and I didnít help.
SLOAN TURNS AROUND TO LOOK AT TOM.
Sloan: Iím sure you did the best you could.
TOM RAISES HIS EYEBROW AND LOOKS IN THE DIRECTION KEVIN RAN OFF IN. SLOAN STEPS FORWARD.
SHE STARES DOWN INTO HIS EYES AND STROKES THE HAIR AT HIS TEMPLE. TOM SHAKES HIS HEAD DEJECTEDLY. KEVIN PEEKS HIS HEAD AROUND FROM ATTWOODíS OFFICE AND SPIES ON THE COUPLE. ED ENTERS THE LAB AREA AND CALLS TO SLOAN.
SLOAN TURNS AND DROPS HER HAND.
Ed: I got the results on the DNA test on Kevinís hair.
SLOAN STEPS TOWARDS ED AND TOM STANDS.
Ed: And, the kidís always been one-point-six. He was born that way.
SLOAN LOOKS OVER AT TOM, WHO LOOKS AT HER, THEN SHE LOOKS BACK AT ED.
Ed: Um, thereís something else.
HE HANDS SLOAN A REPORT. SHE READS IT, THEN SLOWLY LOOKS UP AT ED.
Sloan: Frank isnít Kevinís father.
STUNNED LOOKS ALL AROUND FOR OUR HEROES. KEVIN, OVERHEARING THE CONVERSATION, GIVES A MALEVOLENT LOOK, THEN WALKS AROUND THE CORNER AND DOWN A HALL.
AT THE BIO LAB. SLOAN LEADS RACHEL INTO HER OFFICE. SLOAN SITS ON THE EDGE OF HER DESK, WITH RACHEL IN A CHAIR NEAR THE DOOR.
Sloan: I thought it might be better if we spoke alone.
Rachel: Did you run the test on Kevinís hair?
Sloan: Yes, his DNA has been the same since birth.
Rachel: How can that be?
Sloan: We finished the blood work on you and Frank. Rachel, he isnít Kevinís father.
Rachel: Well, thatís impossible.
Sloan: Was there anyone else? Another man?
Rachel: I donít have to talk to you about this.
RACHEL GETS UP AND GOES TO THE DOOR. SLOAN HALTS HER.
Rachel: No, just leave me alone.
Sloan: You canít keep this secret. Youíve got to help us. Youíve got to try to help Kevin.
RACHEL TURNS FROM HER AND PACES ACROSS THE ROOM.
Rachel: (starting to cry) Alright. There was someone else. But I never told Frank. I didn't want to hurt him, heís such a wonderful husband. Heís a wonderful father.
Sloan: And this other man is Kevinís real father?
Rachel: Well, he has to be, there wasn't anybody else.
Sloan: What do you know about him?
Rachel: Umm, I met him at a club. It was a week before my wedding. He just came over and started talking to me.
Sloan: What was his name?
Rachel: Richard Allen. He was gorgeous and really nice and so sweet, yíknow, not macho. There was no posturing.
Sloan: Do you know anything else about him?
Rachel: Oh, I had this picture, that the photographer at the club took of him. He wrote his number on the back of it for me.
Sloan: Do you still have it?
Rachel: No, I lost it. It was like a fantasy that came true. I just got carried away but I never saw him again, ever.
FRANK QUIETLY STEPS INTO THE DOORWAY FROM EDíS OFFICE.
Sloan: And you weren't using any birth control.
Rachel: Well, thatís, thatís whatís so weird about this. I was. I was on the pill.
RACHEL LOOKS TOWARDS THE DOOR AND SEES FRANK STANDING THERE. HE LOOKS WOUNDED.
FRANK TURNS AWAY, IN ANGUISH.
HE LEAVES THE OFFICE. SLOAN COMFORTS RACHEL.
AT THE BIO LAB. IN ATTWOODíS OFFICE. ATTWOOD WALKS OVER TO HIS DESK. ED AND SLOAN STAND BEFORE IT.
Attwood: So she was seduced by one of them, who got her pregnant.
Sloan: And the child is a one-point-six.
ED SITS IN ONE OF THE CHAIRS.
Ed: So, if one of their men has sexual intercourse with one of our women and impregnates her, the child will be one-point-six?
Sloan: In this instance at least.
Attwood: Yet another plan of attack.
Sloan: This makes your gene therapy work even more important.
AT THE BIO LAB. IN SLOANíS OFFICE. KEVIN FLIPS THROUGH A MAGAZINE. RACHEL LOOKS INTO THE ROOM THROUGH THE WINDOW, AND SMILES DOWN AT HER SON. SHE GATHERS HER STRENGTH, THEN POKES HER HEAD INTO THE OFFICE.
Rachel: Hey, Kevin.
RACHEL WALKS OVER AND RUNS HER HAND ACROSS KEVINíS HAIR, WHO TURNS AND LOOKS UP AT HER, COLDLY.
Kevin: So who is my real father?
Kevin: I know whatís going on here. IĎm not a baby anymore.
Rachel: Oh, honey you shouldnít eavesdrop.
Kevin: (angrily) But I did. And I know. Who is he?
RACHEL SITS IN ONE OF THE CHAIRS AND LOOKS UP AT THE BOY.
Rachel: He said that his name was Richard Allen. I havenít seen him in over nine years, honey.
KEVIN PULLS A PICTURE OUT OF HIS JACKET POCKET AND SHOWS IT TO HIS MOTHER. ITíS A PICTURE OF HER, YOUNGER, AT A TABLE WITH AN ATTRACTIVE MAN.
Kevin: Is this him?
RACHEL TAKES THE PICTURE. SHE LOOKS AT IT, THEN UP AT KEVIN.
Rachel: Where did you get this?
Kevin: I found it in your drawer.
Rachel: You stole it!
Kevin: Is that my father?
Rachel: Yes. Honey--
KEVIN RIPS THE PICTURE FROM HER HANDS AND STALKS OUT OF THE OFFICE. RACHEL SIGHS AND COVERS HER FACE WITH HER HANDS.
AT THE BIO LAB. SLOAN WALKS ACROSS THE LAB AREA READING A REPORT. SHE SITS AT A COMPUTER AND KEYS IT UP. KEVIN APPROACHES QUIETLY. SLOAN TURNS WHEN SHE HEARS HIS VOICE.
Kevin: My mom just told me about my real father. She said itís better that I found out from her than see it on TV.
Sloan: That must be hard for you.
Kevin: It's okay. Now I understand better.
Sloan: Kevin. It seems like Frank has been a wonderful father to you.
Kevin: Heíd do anything for me.
KEVIN TURNS AND LOOKS AT SOME DISSECTION EQUIPMENT ON THE COUNTER.
Sloan: I know he loves you--
Kevin: Itís ok. You donít have to try to make me feel better.
KEVIN FINGERS A SHARP INSTRUMENT, A SCALPEL, THEN TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS AT SLOAN.
Kevin: Tom likes you.
Sloan: We like each other.
Kevin: I saw the way he looked at you. Youíre very pretty. I love your hair, the way it curls.
Sloan: I think, umm, I think I should go talk to your mom.
SLOAN STANDS TO LEAVE. KEVIN GLARES AT HER AS SHE PASSES HIM. SLOAN ONCE AGAIN GETS A GLASSY-EYED, FAR-AWAY LOOK ON HER FACE. SHE STOPS WALKING. KEVIN TURNS AND PICKS UP ONE OF THE SCALPELS. HE STARES AT IT, THEN SLOWLY WALKS OVER TO SLOAN, WHO IS FROZEN IN PLACE, UNSEEING. KEVIN LOOKS AT THE SCALPEL AGAIN, THEN UP AT SLOAN. SUDDENLY TOM (OUR HERO!) APPEARS IN THE DOORWAY AND PUSHES THROUGH THE GLASS DOORS.
KEVIN HIDES THE SCALPEL AND TURNS AND LOOKS AT TOM. TOM PAUSES IN FRONT OF KEVIN AND SLOAN.
Tom: Whatís going on?
Kevin: (spitefully) Youíd hate to lose her, wouldnít you?
KEVIN TURNS AND RUNS OFF. SLOAN BLINKS, AND PUTS HER HANDS TO HER TEMPLES. TOM WALKS TO HER, CONCERNED.
Tom: You alright?
SLOAN LOOKS AROUND IN SHOCK AND CONFUSION.
Sloan: I donít know. I was talking to Kevin, and itís, itís like I lost my train of thought, I couldnít remember what I was saying. This has happened before!
Tom: Well, maybe heís blocking you. If I can sense your energy, your emotions, maybe heís able to take it one step further, interfere with the electrical impulses in your brain and scramble whatís going on in your head.
SLOAN STANDS STUNNED, THINKING ABOUT THIS AS ATTWOOD WALKS FROM HIS OFFICE AND OVER TO THEM.
Attwood: There have been some developments. One of the boys Kevin attacked has died.
CUT TO RACHEL, IN ATTWOODíS OFFICE. SHEíS JUST BEEN TOLD THE NEWS. SLOAN SITS NEXT TO HER.
Rachel: Oh, my God!
FRANK STANDS NEAR ATTWOODíS DESK, ATTWOOD BEHIND IT. TOM STANDS NEAR THE DOOR.
Frank: So, what happens now?
Attwood: I canít stop the judicial process. The D.A.ís under too much pressure from the press and from the families of the boys.
Franks: Whatís gonna happen to Kevin?
Attwood: The terminology is different, but the process is pretty much the same as in an adult case. Thereíll be a hearing, an arraignment, then an adjudication, by a judge, not a jury.
Frank: Will Kevin be able to stay with us?
Attwood: Iím afraid not. The D.A.ís office told me heíll be sent to a juvenile hall until the judicial proceedings are finished.
Rachel: What happens if heís convicted?
Attwood: Most likely heíll be sent to a group home, or a community placement camp.
Rachel: But heís only nine years old! Isnít there any way you can treat him and make him better?
Sloan: Actually, we are working on something.
Attwood: Mrs. Taylor, Iíve been told that Kevin needs to report to the D.A. immediately.
RACHEL STANDS UNCERTAINLY.
Rachel: I-Iíd better...go tell him.
RACHEL LOOKS UP AT FRANK, WHO DOESNíT MEET HER EYES. RACHEL LEAVES THE OFFICE.