Nikki: Mom will be so happy that you're back. Did you get the money? Frank: What money? Nikki: Mom said you went for that business trip to get money for your play. Frank: Oh, that. Yes, we got the financing for our next play. Nikki: What is it? Frank: It's a combination of old fairy tales set in a modern setting. Nikki: Can I see it or is it a bad play? Frank: Bad? Nikki: People doing bad things. You know mom won't let me see anything like that. Frank: I know and it is very wise of her. The play is not really for children, but I think you're old enough to see it. Still, we better ask your mom when the time comes.
Frank: Did anything interesting happen while I was away? Nikki: Mom had a party and Captain Maria had to leave early, because Dana's roommate got killed, and then later somebody else almost got killed, and I met a girl detective called Claudia and John, the FBI agent, and there was a serial killer... Frank: Slow down. Now, a bit slower and in chronological order, if you please. Nikki: Okay. So, mom had a party...
Frank: That was an interesting story. Too bad it's true. Nikki: Did you know that mom once killed a man? Frank: What gave you that idea? Nikki: She told me. There was a burglar in my room when I was a baby and mom thought he was trying to steal me, so she killed him. Frank: Well, that's all right then. It was quite legal for her to do that. I'm sure she wouldn't hurt anybody who didn't deserve it. Nikki: Maria said that grandpa thought mom should have joined the special forces. Frank: I'm glad she didn't. I would have never met her.
Kate: Did somebody mention the special forces? Nikki: Aunt Kate! Where did you come from? We thought you were somewhere on the other side of the world! How did you get in? Kate: I was on the other side of the world, but then I read about what's been going on and decided to pay you a little visit. Just to make sure that everything is all right. And I've still got the key. Frank: As far as I know, everything is all right. The police got the killer and he won't get out again, except feet first. Kate: Good. Where's Jet? Nikki: Mom's taking photos, but she should be finished soon.
Frankie: Hi Frank! Jet will be ready in a minute. And how may I help you, ma'am? Nikki: This is aunt Kate. You know, the one Maggie got scared of. Frankie: Oh, I see. Nice to meet you. I'm Frankie, Jet's assistant. Kate: Couldn't become a model, so you ended up as an assistant? Frankie: How did you guess? Kate: You're not the first one. Jet has a good heart. Frankie: May I ask something? Kate: I am not a nun, although I do belong to an order. We're more about charity than religion. This is how we all dress. Frankie: You really are good at guessing. That's just what I was going to ask.
Jet: When are you going to leave all that cloak and dagger stuff? You're getting too old for it. Kate: Nonsense, I've never been better at my job. Although, I am here for a longer period this time. Not permanently, but for some time. Jet: What did you do? Kate: I was too good at my job. Managed to get some info that was very useful, but the other side found out it had leaked and I was a bit too obvious suspect. So, there's no going back to that part of the world for me. Jet: One of these days you're going to get yourself killed. Kate: We all die, sooner or later.
Kate: So, what's with all this serial killer business? Jet: It really had nothing to do with us, except that one of the victims was Dana's roommate and Dana stayed with us for a while. That's why the police came here. Kate: And it never occurred to you that you were a potential victim? Jet: Don't you start that too. He was after single women. Kate: Yes, I read about that. Too bad for him, but good for everybody else, that he didn't realize that even single women can be pregnant. I'd really like to meet that girl. Jet: Leave her alone. She's going to have a baby. Kate: Yes, that's always the problem: The real potential only comes out when it's too late to recruit.
Kate: Have you ever reconsidered? Nikki is a big girl now and could handle you being away occasionally. Your job would be an excellent cover. Jet: I told you my decision was final. You know I've got responsibilities - Nikki, Frank, my employees. And you know what John thought about it. Kate: But he's not here and you don't need to do what he would have wanted. Jet: That's not quite true. He was Nikki's father and I need to think about what kind of life he would have wanted for her. Besides, as he's not with us anymore, I have no right to take unnecessary risks. I've explained it all to you before. Kate: Yes, I know. I'm sorry. Please just forget that I asked.
Jet: So, what are you going to do while you're here? Kate: I've already got a teaching position lined up. It seems that a temp at Nikki's school got fired for improper conduct and they needed a replacement fast. Jet: You're Mr. Wilkins' replacement? Kate: Why is that so surprising? I am qualified and they were more than happy to have someone with whom improper conduct would not be a problem. Jet: If only they knew... Kate: You know perfectly well that I am a civilian here. All improper conduct takes place abroad and anyway, it's not the kind that would be a problem for somebody working with children. Jet: I guess you're right. It's hard to think of anyone with whom they would be safer than with you.
Schizo: It's amazing what kind of crap goes as art nowadays. I mean, even... Ellen: Even your 6-year-old niece could do that, right? Schizo: I guess you could say that. If I had a niece, that is. Ellen: So you think it's crap? Schizo: Don't you? It's not art, that's for sure. Casting those torsos certainly required some craftsmanship, but anybody can splash paint at them. Especially as there's no point or plan to it. I bet the artist is color blind. Ellen: I can assure you my color vision is perfect. Schizo: You... you made these? I thought... Ellen: Just don't start backing out of what you just said. It's refreshing to meet someone who says what he thinks, not what he thinks he should be saying. Schizo: Okay. So, how many people think this is crap? Ellen: You're the first one to admit it, but I suppose most people think so.
Schizo: What's the point of doing it then? Ellen: It's fun and the exhibits provide useful material for my work. You see, I'm not actually an artist, I'm a sociologist. Schizo: Very clever. So this is an experiment? On how much people will lie to make themselves look more cultured than what they really are? And that's why you act like just another visitor? Ellen: Something like that. I guess you don't care about whether people think you're cultured or not. Schizo: Do I look like someone who would? - So, if you're the real artist, who's that other girl? Somebody said she's the artist. Ellen: She's a friend. She studies art history and finds this entire thing highly amusing. Schizo: She doesn't mind getting to be known as the crappy artist? Ellen: We'll tell the truth when I've collected enough material. And she's going to write a paper about all this from her point of view. Her professor liked the idea. Schizo: So why are you telling all this to me? I could tell anyone. Ellen: We're almost finished and I thought you deserve to hear the truth as you told me the truth.
Jet: Already in the full makeup? We're not starting until the afternoon. King: That f-ing serial killer looks just like me. I can't go anywhere without the makeup now. Jet: Does he? Oh yes, I guess there is some similarity. I'm sure it'll get better once we get a new one and everybody forgets this guy. King: How comforting.
Jet: So, these are the girls who say they can dance. King: All right. Let's see... no... no... no... Sorry, but no. No offense, ladies, you all look fine, but I want someone... different. Jet: I thought you might, but it was worth a shot. I'm sorry I can't help you with this one.
Frankie: Jet, here are the papers... Oh, sorry, I didn't want to interrupt... King: Now we're talking! Who's this? Jet: Frankie, my assistant. King: Well, Frankie, how would you like to be in a music video? Can you dance? Frankie: Me? Music video? Sure, I can dance. I started with ballet, when I was a kid, but I can do many other styles too. King: Excellent! Let's go to the studio and you can show me.
Jet: Nikki! What's going on? Nikki: We didn't touch anything. We were just looking. Jet: I told you to keep out. This set is not suitable for children. King: Oh, come on, it's just a few plastic heads. What's so bad about that? Jet: What's bad is that she didn't obey my orders. Nikki: I'm sorry, mom, but it's so cool! Emma: It's not Nikki's fault. We kept asking her so long that she had to show us. Jet: All right. Run along now, we've got work to do.
King: Let them stay. Kids, if you stay out of the way and be quiet, you can watch. Nikki: Cool! King: By the way, why aren't you at school? Betsy: The school burned and we got the rest of the week off. Jet: Actually, it was just a small fire, but cleaning the smoke damage will take a couple of days. Nikki: We're supposed to do something useful and then tell others about it next week. King: And what are you going to do? Nikki: I don't know. Could we help you and then borrow one of those heads and take it to school to show to others? Jet: I don't think so.
King: All right, enough talk. Let's get started. Frankie, did you find something suitable on those CDs? Frankie: They're not really my style, but I think it'll be all right. King: Good. Now show me what you can do.
A little later: King: That was good. I think there's no need to look any further. That is, if you're in, Frankie. Frankie: I'm in! I'm definitely in! When do we start? King: I'll need to check the schedule. We can talk about the details after the photo shoot this afternoon.
Nikki: Frankie, you never told us you can dance so good. Emma: Hush, Nikki! We were supposed to be quiet. King: We're all done now. You can speak. Jet: And I think you've seen all there is to see. Nikki, take your friends upstairs and forget this set. No playing beheadings or anything like that. And keep out of the prop storage!
King: You don't need to worry so much. I'm sure they understand the difference between reality and fantasy. Jet: If you had known Nikki's father, you'd know how bad idea it is to encourage that side of her. - By the way, do you have any objections to me using the set for some photos I'm taking for the exhibition? It'll be after your photos have been published, so I wouldn't be giving anything away ahead of time. King: Exhibition? Sure, go ahead. I'm interested in seeing what you can do with this.
Schizo: How can you wear that? Aren't you supposed to wear what you were wearing when... it happened? Spectra: What a horrible idea! That stuff went out of fashion before your grandma was born! Fortunately, it doesn't work that way. Schizo: So how does it work? Spectra: Ever heard the term "physical manifestation?" When I take a physical form, I can wear whatever I like. Especially now that everyone who once knew me is dead. Schizo: What do you mean? Spectra: People who knew me saw me as they remembered me. I guess that's why my so-called fiancee went crazy. All he could remember was the blood. You really shouldn't kill people, if you can't deal with the guilt. Schizo: And now that they're all dead, you can choose what you want to look like? Spectra: Isn't it great? It would be such a drag to spend forever all covered in blood.
Barbara: WHO OWNS THE JAG PARKED IN FRONT OF THE EMERGENCY EXIT!? THE TOW TRUCK IS ON ITS WAY! Schizo: Run, Forrest, run!
Honey: Is it? Barbara: What? Oh, the tow truck... No. It's much faster and more fun to take care of the problem this way. Even a big guy can gain surprising speed when motivated enough. And of course I already wrote him a ticket. Honey: Very efficient. So, what will you have? Coffee? Barbara: I guess I better. My shift just ended, but better not be seen drinking while wearing the uniform. I've got enough problems as it is. Honey: I know, but you really can't blame anyone else for that. Barbara: Don't you start that too. What would you have done? It was a lot of money. Honey: I don't know. I'm glad I'll never need to find out.