Mr Kane, thank you for coming. We need to chat.
Your invitation didn't really allow for a refusal did it? Science Lab, midnight, be there or regret the consequences?
True, we were most anxious to talk to you, Mr Kane. Should we introduce ourselves? I'm Macy Lee.
And I am Rachel Grant. You've met our husbands Phillip and Ben. The two of us feel that we need to put a proposal to you. Please, have a seat.
Those are your husbands? [grrrr] What sort of a proposal do you think I'd listen to from you?
Oh yes, a proposal. We understand that you are more than a bit peeved with both our husbands right now.
In fact, we don't blame you for that. You were demoted as a direct result of what the boys did.
But we can't let you go on.
The trick with the bank accounts was cute. However, we need money to buy food for the table, books for the kids.
And pay for their lessons. Having 5 simoleons left in the account was very inconvenient for the family.
Bank trick? I haven't a clue what you mean.
Don't be cute Mr Kane. We have the records of your recent net traffic.
Who do you think runs and maintains the network in Sunset Valley? By the way, do you prefer Jebidiah or Blackjack Kane?
Oh. Damn. You've been digging.
Yes, Mr Kane, we have been digging very deep. Setting up a different version of the daily news was quite good.
In fact, we approve. We've told Connor for years that he needed more security around his system. You've proven that nicely.
We've also seen the next edition you have planned.
That's why you are here. That cannot be allowed to print. Ever.
I didn't start a feud.
We know. We were hoping that you and the boys would burn out soon. But you are adding fuel to the flames and we can't let it happen.
How do you plan to stop me?
Why Jebidiah, we thought you might not like the consequences of your actions.
You see, if you print that, we are going to have to send copies of some of your more 'interesting' files from your computer to the police and the press.
Ha, I'll say you've planted evidence.
It wasn't us. We set the task for Andrea. He's clever, persistent as hell and not involved in this.
We told him it was a training exercise. He doesn't know what he found was real.
We do have a few other possibilities in mind.
Such as if you don't agree to cooperate before you leave here, we are going to leave a basket of quads on your doorstep. With ironclad proof that they are all your babies.
We haven't yet agreed on the second parent. Rachel says Meredith but I'm more inclined to use Harkness genetics. Jack and Ollie have been good clients, I'm sure they won't mind. We might tell Jack to pop by, check that the kids are ok. Won't you love having the neighbors see the town's infamous bi-sex gigolo around regularly?
Four babies would keep you very very busy until well after our husbands retire. Just think of the mountain of diapers. Sleepless nights. Maybe all girls so once they learn to talk, you'll never be free from their chatter.
Blackmail, ladies?
Oh yes, you could call it that.
We could also prevent your computer from ever accessing the network again.
We could also prevent your computer from ever accessing the network again.
Explain to your boys why they can't play World of Simcraft any more.
We have a winning hand, Kane. But we don't want to use it.
If you swear that you'll leave our families alone, this is the end.
We simply want you to stop. Now.
Unless you break that oath. You break it, and we'll break you.
Ladies, why did you give me this chance?
We researched what Terence had said originally. In your own way, you truly were protecting the city from outside sharks and contributing to the economy. You did lose that position, the city may regret it.
So we agreed to give you a chance. You in?
How could I refuse an offer from such a pair of lovely and rather determined ladies? Yes, I'll lay off them but only if your husbands don't come sniffing around me and mine again. If they do, that is asking for trouble.
Agreed. They'll be looking into cases though, they are cops after all. You'll try to keep them from looking your way?
Agreed. I won't stir unnecessarily. That was my mistake, I was over confident when talking to that reporter.