Lady in Red"Pure Imagination"
Dorian's hair is perfectly coiffed with an auburn tint and she is dressed in sultry black and red pants ensemble with long red free flowing scarf. She sniffs, snips and then arranges red roses into several short, circular, clear crystal vases on the dining table. The flowers are from Carl and were delivered earlier in the day. Dorian's mind begins to drift before she's aware of it. She fantasies her and Carl in bed and in naked embrace with red rose petals covering the cool, white Egyptian cotton sheets that caress their bodies; Jamie Cullum's "Pure Imagination" plays on stereo in the dim Parisian hotel room with an overhead fan above the large sleigh bed. Noticing herself in a trance, Dorian shakes her head and then leaves to check on dinner. For the next several days, Blair, Sam and Jack are on a trip out West to scout a film school Jack is interested in attending in the Fall, leaving LaBoulaie quiet for a change and Dorian alone. Tonight, she has invited Carl to dinner.
In the kitchen, Dorian immediately busies herself to keep her mind focused on her mission. She directs the meal preparers, critically samples the sauce for the duck and in general stands in the way of progress. She looks at the chef's exasperation. A smile slowly forms on her face. "Je suis heureux. Merci,"she says before glancing at her watch. "Le client sera arrivant dans l'heure. Je vous prie de m'excuser,." (I am pleased. Thank you. The guest will be arriving within the hour. Please excuse me.)
The lady of the manor decides she's sufficiently added her contributions to the soirée repas.
Exiting the kitchen, Dorian passes through the dining room. She stops, checks the romantic presentation of the table with roses from Carl, china, crystal glasses, bottled vintage wine and soon to be lit candles. The door bell rings, which alarms her. She frowns and calls "Madeleine!" and then, whispers, "That can't be him. It's too early!" She enters the foyer just as Madeleine closes the door. Madeleine presents Dorian with a special delivery envelop. "Thank you. That will be all for the evening," she tells Madeleine, preoccupied with the delivery as she opens it. The message reads: Carl Peterson is not who he says he is.
Dorian freezes, frowns and then quickly scans the envelop for an address. There isn't anything. She rips the paper, enters the living room and tosses it into the trash can next to her desk. Dorian adjusts her scarf as she walks toward her patio. She is deep in thought. The full moon catches her attention.
She thinks back to a time in Carl's Palace hotel room when he is in conversation on his cell phone. His back is to her but he must sense her presence as he quickly ends the call when she enters the room, having returned from freshening up. "Carl?" she asks.
Carl: Yes. (turns) Well hello beautiful. (grins) Are you ready for a night on the town or should we stay in for the rest of the evening?
Dorian (stops walking): I'm not sure.
Carl: What's wrong? (He frowns, approaches. She backs away.)
Dorian: Who was that on the phone a moment ago?
Carl: On the phone? It was business Dorian. Something I wanted to take care of so that I could be free to spend an uninterrupted evening with you now that I'm in town for a few days.
Dorian (walks away from him): Or not. Why does it feel like, like you're lying to me?
Carl (abrupt): I'm not your ex husband.
Dorian: That's beneath you.
Carl: You're right. I'm sorry.
Dorian: Apology accepted.
Carl: But then again, neither of us are beneath lying to others if in the end it justifies what needs to be accomplished.
Dorian: I won't deny that.
Carl: In this case, I'm telling you the truth. (Her expression shows doubt) Ah--the warning you received from an associate in DC at that party. Dorian, I told you then and I'll repeat it again. You can't become a man of wealth and power without making enemies, some of them influential.
Dorian: I don't know, Carl.
Carl: What is it, honey?
Dorian: I don't know. Maybe I'm still spooked by the news that Senator Cohen committed suicide.
Carl: OK. I'm confused. What are we talking about that's coming between you and me?
Dorian: A wall. There's a wall between us. You won't let it, it fall.
Carl: A wall? Can I tell you that I've never had so much fun or felt so relaxed with another human being in my entire life?
Dorian: That's not what I'm talking about.
Carl approaches Dorian again. He tilts her chin to gaze into her brown eyes. "Isn't it?" They kiss. Carl says, "It's good between us. We both feel it."
Dorian: It's risky.
Carl (sighs): It is pretty scary. It's also exciting. All right. The contracts that I do for the government are a matter of national security. (Moves away from her. Pours a drink, gulps it down and then looks at her.) I can't say any more about it.
Dorian (long pause): I think that we should stop ....
Carl: Stop. Is that what you want?
Dorian: We should stop seeing each other.
Carl: End it. Kill what makes us come alive.
Dorian: I'm overwhelmed.
Carl: So it's easier to be alone. You're afraid.
Dorian approaches him and kisses his cheek. They exchange a gaze. Carl caresses her wrist as her hand touches the side of his face. She leaves for the door and then stops, turns for a final glance at Carl.
In the present, Dorian's cell phone rings. It's on her desk so she moves toward it and checks the caller ID. "David."
David: No. It's David Vickers Buchanan PI.
Dorian: Have you found out anything about Carl's involvement with the Senate scandal that caused me to resign from my position?
David: Your instincts are as good as ever.
Dorian: I never doubted that.
David: You're not going to believe this but a set of fingerprints discovered on the package that was delivered to you.... Well, are you sitting down for this?
Dorian: Just tell me, David.
David: Maybe this news is better delivered in person. What are you doing tonight?
David: Tell me you're still not seeing that tall guy, which of course could be me?
Dorian: I'm not discussing anything that's not relevant to what I'm paying you to do, handsomely I might add.
David: Allison Perkins.
Dorian: What about her?
David: The fingerprints on the package that was delivered to you in your Senate office in Washington belong to Allison Perkins as in Mitch Laurence's fruitcake sidekick.
Dorian (frowns and is silent for a moment, which causes David to call her name. She sits down.): I'm still here. Allison Perkins? Are you sure?
David: Afraid so. The entire town's still trying to figure out why she posed as a nurse, pumped drugs into Uncle Clint and then suddenly disappeared. Now the question is why she'd be interested in anything involving you and politics. You think it has anything to do with the deceased Reverend Laurence?
Dorian: I don't have the answers and I've gotta go.
David: All of which spells bad news for your latest suitor.
Dorian: You've said enough. Keep digging.
David: Of course. I will. Dorian, tell me you're not falling for this guy.
Dorian: My personal life is no longer your concern. Good night, David.