He’ll come around. Or I’ll make him.

(beat, then re: blow up doll)

What does Candy Cane feel about Sonoma?

SARAH

(smiles)

Pop that damn thing before Jack sees it.

RICK

Okay.

SARAH

What time’re the movers coming?

She goes to an open moving BOX, digs around. Pops a NICACHEW out of its box.

RICK

In an hour. Oh, Regi called, said she wanted to take Jack for a spin on the boat before you leave.

SARAH

Maybe she can give me away at the wedding. What’ll your parents think about that?

RICK

Who cares. What about you, you ready to do this?

SARAH

Do what?

He laughs. Kisses her.

RICK

Sell the condo, quit your job, move your kid away from his cool friends … Marry me.

She kisses him. Deep, passionate—

SARAH

You know I’m not one for words.

RICK

It’s a good thing you only need two of ‘em.

They kiss again, heating up. Their need for one another bottomless. BEEP BEEP—

RICK (CONT’D)

That’s me, ahhh—

Rick disengages and moves toward his bags.

SARAH

Why can’t you fly down with us tonight? Candy Cane wants to play, argg—

Sarah grabbing at him.

RICK

Yeah. Okay.

He laughs at her playfulness. Grabs his bags. Makes his way to the front door.

RICK (CONT’D)

Tickets on top of the fridge, flight’s at nine thirty.

SARAH

I do.

RICK

What?

SARAH

Want to marry you.

This moment honest. No jokes. No masks. They smile.

RICK

Tickets on the fridge, flights at nine thirty.

Rick exits. A beat as Sarah sits in this empty place, her smile fades. She spots the TICKETS on the fridge. As she takes them down, a PHOTO — pinned underneath — flutters to the ground. Sarah picks it up, smiles, tenderly kisses the photo. Pins it back on the fridge.

We see the PHOTO: Sarah and her 13-year-old son, JACK, smiling into camera. Mom and son against the world.

Only thing left in the empty kitchen. She carefully straightens it. Making it perfect.

EXT. SEATTLE PD - DAY

Sarah seen in her office window, cleaning up. A UNI walks past.

SARAH

… We’ll have a few hours before the airport, Regi … Yeah, it’d be great …

INT. SEATTLE PD - SARAH’S OFFICE - DAY

Musty and cramped, mismatched steel filing cabinets, Sarah, in sweater and jeans, tosses manila FOLDERS into cardboard boxes, chewing gum, mid-convo on her cell phone—

SARAH

… To take Jack out on the water—

Her office door bangs opens, revealing Det. STEPHEN HOLDER — 30, ex-narc, dark circles under his eyes. Startled as she—

HOLDER

(overlapping)

Ahh, this is a bad door. Sorry, what … what are you doing here—

SARAH

(overlapping)

A who … Can I help you—?

HOLDER

Yeah, this is my office—

SARAH

Who are you—?

HOLDER

I’m Holder, from County. You Linden?

REGI (O.S.)

(from phone)

Sar? You there …?

SARAH

(into phone)