Next scene
opens inside of some sort of sterile looking office building. A man enters
and begins to address the back of a chair so large and imposing that is
virtually impossible to tell if anyone is actually sitting in it.)
Man: Sir . . . Excuse me, but you did tell me to keep track of of all
transactions from Jake McKinnon's computer . . .
Man in chair: (who is still not facing us) Yes, what is it? Anything of
interest?
Man: Well, at first glance it seems like nothing . . . trivial pursuits, really.
Man in chair: Well, I pay you for more than a first glance.
Man: (A little fearful) Yes, yes, Sir, you do. . As I said, it originally
appeared to be nothing but then I cross-referenced then name and . . .
Man in chair: Yes, yes. Go on, man, What is it?
Man: Sir, he's made some sort of documents request for a "Rebecca Manderley"
. . .
Man in the chair: Is that all?
Man: Well, what if he discovers something?
Man in the chair: Jake McKinnon couldn't "discover" his way out of a paper bag
. . . (turns around to reveal himself to Reginald Love) Victoria, on the
other hand . . . Where was the information to be sent?
Man: To a Victoria McKinnon, his wife, I believe, at their home.
Reginald: Victoria, really, your taste in men always has been deplorable, first
that useless doctor, and THAT COP!!! But, Jake McKinnon, honestly! I
suppose he's a fine choice for a lover . . . but what use could he possible be
as a HUSBAND? Gordon, keep me appraised of all of Victoria and jake's activities.
I'll need a full update on what my granddaughter has been up to lately.
Gordon: Yes, sir. A full dossier or . . .
Reginald: Just the last several years, thank you. Have it on my desk by the
end of the business day.
Gordon: Yes. And what shall I do about the Manderley woman?
Reginald: I'll need a current address on her, too, I suppose. Although, I
doubt even Victoria could uncover all of that.
Gordon: Yes. Well, it has been twenty years. Do you even think they
would know each other after all this time?
Reginald: They never met, Gordon. You're thinking of the other child,
Marley. She won't be a problem either. I'm quite sure she has all
of those memories so far repressed, that well . . . she'd never recover from the
shock. In fact, I thought about revealing it all to her years ago, but it
seemed . . .
Gordon: Cruel, Sir?
Reginald: (looking at his servant as if he had suddenly sprouted two more heads)
Too easy, Gordon. No joy in it whatsoever. Destroying that girl's
mental health is like . . . taking stable boys away from fooling teenage girls.
Where's the challenge?