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Another World Transcript Wednesday 4/6/05

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[Sam yawns]

Amanda: Shh.

Sam: What?

Amanda: Did you hear that?

Sam: All I hear is thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.

Amanda: Stop.

Sam: Ow. Boy, you're really crazy about me in the morning, aren't you?

Amanda: It's Alli. I think she's waking up.

Sam: I donít hear anything.

Amanda: I'm going to get up and fix her bottle just in case.

Sam: Wait a second, wait a second. It's already done.

Amanda: Oh.

Sam: I did it last night.

Amanda: Oh, my God, look at what time it is.

Sam: I'd rather look at you. Come back to bed.

Amanda: Sam, we have to get showered, get dressed, take Alli to the sitterís. Come on, we're way behind schedule.

Sam: Whose schedule? I donít have a schedule.

Amanda: Come on. I get to shower first, ok?

Sam: Whoa, wait a second, wait a second. If we're going to take showers, let's conserve water, take one together.

Amanda: That sounds like a great idea.

Sam: Well, good. Let's get to it.

Amanda: But I'm serious. I have to be at the courtroom on time, ok?

Sam: You wonít be late -- not too late.

Amanda: I have to be there for Iris.

Sam: Uh-huh?

Amanda: She was there for me, ok?

Sam: Uh-huh, and I'm always there for you.

[Sam growls]

Amanda: Come on, Sam.

Sam: Ok, ok.

Donna: Michael, come on! We're going to be late. Now, what do you think of this? Do you like it?

Michael: No.

Donna: Why?

Michael: I just donít think it's appropriate.

Donna: Why not? I -- I think it's --

Michael: No, come here. Come here, I'll show you. Let me show you -- why, I like it like this.

Donna: Oh -- Michael, stop it.

Michael: Come on, I just got it the way I like it.

Donna: Stop it. No. We've got to get to court.

Michael: Donna, we donít want people to think we're just curiosity seekers, do we?

Donna: That's not the point.

Michael: All right, well, we can watch it on TV.

Donna: Not today.

Michael: We can call Cass and ask him how it went.

Donna: I want to go to court.

Michael: Why?

Donna: Because.

Michael: Because why? Tell me.

Donna: Because Iris is going to be on the stand today, and I want to hear what she has to say.

Rachel: Where is he?

Ada: Who?

Rachel: Mac.

Ada: Mac isnít here?

Rachel: Does it look like he's here?

Ada: Well, maybe he's still upstairs.

Rachel: If he was upstairs, I wouldnít be looking for him downstairs.

Ada: What are you getting mad at me for?

Rachel: There's no message. Didnít you see him at all this morning?

Ada: Oh, he's a big guy. I could hardly have missed him. I've been down here for half an hour.

Rachel: Oh, well, he left long before that.

Ada: Rachel? What are you so worried about?

Rachel: Iris is the chief.

Ada: Iris is what ch-- that chief?

Rachel: Yeah.

Ada: Wait a minute.

Rachel: I -- I made her tell him yesterday.

Ada: You knew?

Rachel: I've known for a while.

Ada: Then Iris was behind the takeover?

Rachel: Yeah, she set him up so she could rescue him.

Ada: How did he take it?

Rachel: Not well.

Ada: He must've screamed and yelled and thrown things.

Rachel: I've only seen that look on his face once before.

Ada: How could she do that to him?

Rachel: Why did I have to be the one to make her tell him?

Ada: He had to find out sooner or later.

Rachel: Yeah, but did it have to be me? I mean, did I do the right thing?

Cass: But Derek is going to be here, right?

Stacey: You keep asking me that.

Cass: I need to be sure, Stace.

Stacey: He said he was going to help Felicia.

Cass: So he'll take the stand?

Stacey: Yes, yes.

Cass: Good, ok. Good. Good morning.

Morgan: Good morning.

Cass: Ok, what else?

Stacey: I cannot get over about Iris.

Cass: That's good news, isnít it?

Stacey: Well, if everything you told me is absolutely correct.

Cass: What do you mean?

Stacey: I mean, none of it is speculation, right?

Cass: No, none of it. And I got the green light to go ahead and question Iris about it today. Rachel made her tell Mac last night.

Stacey: Poor Mac.

Cass: Yeah, I know. But Iris' testimony is going to really do it for us today. She had the same opportunity that Felicia did to shoot Jason, and if Jason knew that she was the chief and was threatening to expose her, she had one hell of a motive.

Stacey: So why aren't you smiling?

Cass: What?

Stacey: I mean, you look depressed. You are depressed.

Cass: No, I'm not depressed.

Stacey: You hate the idea of possibly hurting Mac.

Cass: No, I donít.

Stacey: In fact, you hate just about everything you had to do in here.

Cass: Stacey, I donít.

Stacey: What about John and Sharlene?

Cass: My only concern is Felicia. Everybody else is secondary.

Stacey: Cass, I saw your face after they testified.

Cass: Never mind that. This is a big day, Stace. This has to do it for us. It has to.

Stacey: Cass, it's me you're talking to. I know you, and I know how guilty you're feeling about all this.

Cass: I'm just doing my job.

Stacey: Look at me.

Cass: Stacey, donít you see? I canít think about their feelings or my feelings or anybody's feelings, only what will help clear Felicia.

Stacey: You're right. Ok.

Cass: What time is it, anyway?

Stacey: I got 20 after. Shouldnít Iris be here by now?

Cass: Yeah, but donít worry about her skipping out.

Stacey: Well, she skipped out before.

Cass: That's why Zack is over at her penthouse waiting for her right now. She'll be here.

Stacey: Well, it's starting to fill up a little bit.

Cass: Listen, I'll be right back. Save my seat, ok?

Stacey: Oh, couldn't give it away.

[Reporters shouting questions]

Reporter: Will you be on the witness stand?

Felicia: It gets worse here every day.

Stacey: What gets worse?

Felicia: Hi, Stacey.

Mitch: The press. There's got to be at least dozens of newsmen out there.

Felicia: Wall-to-wall reporters.

Stacey: Well, they must've heard that you and Iris are going to testify today.

Felicia: Yeah.

Mitch: I'm going to see if I can get security. They may be of some help to us.

Felicia: Ok.

Stacey: Ok. So how you feeling?

Felicia: A little scared.

Stacey: Yeah?

Felicia: I think the lady D.A. is licking her chops. She's dying to question me.

Stacey: So how did your meeting go with Derek? Well?

Felicia: Did you talk to him?

Stacey: Well, he said he was going to testify, right?

Felicia: Right.

Stacey: Well, did he say anything else, anything that might come as a surprise to Cass?

Felicia: Um -- you know what? I really donít think I should talk about it. It was a -- well, a, you know, private conversation.

Stacey: Oh, no, I understand that. I just mean if there was something --

Felicia: It really was private, Stacey. You understand. I'm going to go see Mitch.

Stacey: Ok.

Cass: Is Mac ok?

Rachel: No.

Cass: I'm sorry.

Rachel: So am I.

Cass: And I'm sorry you had to push Iris to tell him so quickly, but I needed you to. I appreciate it.

Rachel: You know what she said? All she could say is how much she loved him.

Cass: Do you think Jason knew?

Rachel: Of course he knew. Why else would she be paying him?

Cass: Is Mac there? Could I speak to him?

Rachel: He's not here. I donít know where he is.

Cass: You sound worried.

Rachel: Look, I donít mean for you to worry. You just concentrate on Felicia. Yeah, thanks for calling. Right, bye.

Ada: Oh, I'm glad you're off the phone. I called the office on the other line. He isnít there, either.

Rachel: He hasn't even called to pick up his messages?

Ada: Nope, not a word.

Rachel: Where is he?

Ada: Well, look, it was a shock. Now, he needs time to himself.

Rachel: I know that, but --

Ada: He will come back in his own good time.

Rachel: Last night all he could talk about was Iris when she was little. Wait a minute.

Ada: What?

Rachel: Maybe I do know where he is.

[Reporters shouting questions]

Cass: Please, please -- this lady has a severe case of strain-a Tibetan flu.

Nicole: Look, if you people donít leave me alone, I'm going to sue every one of you!

Cass: Come on, get that camera out of here!

Nicole: Oh, you people have no business doing what you're doing!

Cass: That isnít going to help us with the press, you know?

Nicole: I donít care. Those people are vultures, bloodsuckers.

Cass: This isnít like you. What's wrong?

Nicole: Wrong? Cass, canít you see what's wrong?

Cass: There are more reporters out there today because --

Nicole: I donít care. I donít care. Oh, I canít take much more of this.

Cass: How about this?

Nicole: Cass --

Cass: Or this? Huh?

Nicole: Well, that I can take.

Cass: Well, it's a good thing, because you're going to have to every day for the rest of our lives.

Nicole: Oh, Cass.

Cass: Oh. I know how difficult this has been for you, having to put everything on hold.

Nicole: No, I donít care about that. I just care about Felicia.

Cass: I haven't paid attention to you for weeks.

Nicole: It's ok.

Cass: No, it isnít. All you've been doing is propping me up all this time. I couldn't have made it through this if it hadn't been for you. You know that, donít you?

Nicole: I'd do anything for you. I hope you know that.

Cass: I do, and I love you for that. In fact, I love you for just about everything. And as soon as this is over and Feliciaís free, I'm going to make it up to you, I promise.

Nicole: Felicia will go free, wonít she?

Cass: Absolutely. Iris is going to be the one. She's going to tip the scales in our favor.

Iris: Oh, Vivien, what am I going to do?

Vivien: I donít know. It all depends upon what you've already done.

Iris: Well, it -- it was terrible. It was -- it was the worst thing I've ever done.

Vivien: Wow. That's saying something.

Iris: I donít think he's going to forgive me this time.

Vivien: Oh, come on, you know Mr. Cory. He's a prince. Why donít you give him a call? That bad, huh?

Iris: Yeah. It was the worst.

Vivien: You'll work it out.

Iris: I wish I could believe that.

Vivien: Oh, sure. Mr. Coryís probably already down at the courthouse. He knows you're testifying today. You can talk to him then.

[Intercom buzzes]

Vivien: That sounds like a new buzzer. I bet we have a replacement doorman. Mrs. Wheeler's penthouse. Well, how about announcing him first and then sending him up?

Iris: Well, who is it, Vivien?

Vivien: Mr. Edwards.

Iris: Zack Edwards?

Vivien: One and the same.

Zack: Vivien.

Iris: What do you think you're doing here, Zack?

Zack: Well, I'm here to make sure you're not late. The court frowns on tardiness.

Iris: Oh. And I frown on being strong-armed.

Zack: Are you ready to go?

Vivien: Mrs. Wheeler and I are both ready.

Iris: Vivien, what are you doing?

Vivien: I'm not going to let you face this alone.

Iris: Ok. We're ready to go, Mr. Edwards. Lead on!

Iris' voice: Daddy, why doesn't anybody ever love me the way I love them?

Iris: Up, Daddy, up! Up, Daddy, up! Up!

Mac: A right, two, three, and a left, two, three -- donít look at your feet, darling.

Iris: I'll try not to.

Mac: One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three -- good -- two, three -- good -- two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three --

Iris: Turn me again, Daddy!

Mac: Ok.

Iris: Daddy?

Mac: Hmm?

Iris: I met a boy.

Mac: Did you? Well, maybe I should meet him.

Iris: Not yet. He wants to give me his crest pin.

Mac: Sounds serious. Pretty soon I suppose there'll be dozens of them.

Iris: Oh, no, never.

Mac: Never?

Iris: Only you, Daddy. No one can ever take your place.

Mac: Oh, darling.

Iris: Only you. Daddy, why doesn't anybody ever love me the way I love them?

Mac: I love you, sweetheart. I will always love you.

Iris: Daddy.

Rachel: I thought maybe I'd find you here.

Donna: I think Iris is hiding something.

Michael: And I think I donít want to talk about this.

Donna: But you think I'm right, donít you?

Michael: I told you I donít want to talk about it.

Donna: But just -- do you think I'm right?

Michael: Yes.

Donna: Do you know what it is?

Michael: Iris told me that Jason was blackmailing her.

Donna: What?

Michael: About our relationship.

Donna: Oh, my God. My God!

Michael: Now, come on, donít -- donít get hysterical, Donna.

Donna: I'm going to get as hysterical as I want to! Why didnít you tell me?

Michael: She did it to protect me.

Donna: And now you're trying to protect her?

Michael: Hey, I'm not -- what do you mean?

Donna: It's because you donít want to go to court this morning, right?

Michael: Donna, I didnít even know that she was testifying today.

Donna: I'm supposed to believe that?

Michael: Donít do that, Donna.

Donna: Michael, how many more secrets do you and Iris have?

Michael: Hey, it was none of your business.

Donna: None of my business?

Michael: It was my affair. We had it. It was a long time ago. You know, you're the only one that's keeping this thing alive.

Donna: Would you rather that I didnít care at all? Would you rather I invited her down for tea and we can all sit around and compare notes?

Michael: You know something? I'm going to pretend that I didnít hear that.

Donna: I shouldnít have trusted you. I should never have trusted you.

Michael: Trust? Trust? You can talk to me about trust? What do you think this is?

Donna: I always thought you belonged to me.

Michael: I do.

Donna: Words. Words are so easy, Michael.

Michael: Donna, I am here with you. I love you. I live with you. I eat with you, sleep with you, breathe with you. What more do you want?

Donna: I want to know that I'm the only woman, and I want you to be honest with me!

Michael: Ok. I'll tell you what. Why donít we look in my appointment book. Come right here, ok? Here's my appointment book. You can look through it any time that you like.

Donna: Oh, Michael, this is silly.

Michael: I tell you what, why donít we go through my drawers? There's my drawers.

Donna: Michael, you're being absolutely juvenile!

Michael: You can go through my drawers, look at anything you want. No, I tell you what --

Donna: No -- Michael --

Michael: My pockets, my pockets! Let's go through my pockets!

Donna: Michael, just stop it!

Michael: Yes, Donna! Oh, look -- pockets! Here, go through this, and go through this!

Donna: Oh, you -- Michael!

Michael: Donna, and go through this!

Donna: Stop it!

Michael: And go through these pockets!

Amanda: Sam, are you almost ready?

Sam: I'm shaving.

Amanda: Can you hurry it up just a little bit? I'd like to run by the hospital before we go to the courtroom, ok?

Sam: Why?

Amanda: I want to check on Evan, of course. I called the nurses' station this morning, but they wouldnít tell me very much.

Sam: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: What's that look for?

Sam: I thought you were fired up to get to the courtroom this morning.

Amanda: Well, yeah, but I haven't heard anything about his condition since they took him into the hospital last night.

Sam: Can it wait?

Amanda: I'll make it quick.

Sam: Why is it so urgent to see Evan?

Amanda: Sam, he saved my life.

Sam: I know that, and I'm grateful and I appreciate what he did. But --

Amanda: But what?

Sam: Look, I think you're getting too involved.

Amanda: That's ridiculous.

Sam: Evan thinks so, too.

Amanda: How could I get too involved with somebody that's a friend?

Sam: Look, Evan told me to keep you away.

Amanda: What?

Sam: He told me last night. Amanda, I wouldnít lie about something like that.

Amanda: I know, I know. But why would he tell you something like that?

Sam: I donít know.

Amanda: Does he think I'm hung up on him or something?

Sam: I donít know.

Amanda: That really makes me angry! How dare he go behind my back and insinuate something like that.

Sam: Amanda, I think Evan was trying to be helpful.

Amanda: Helpful? I am madly in love with my husband, and if he canít see that --

Sam: Maybe you haven't told him that.

Amanda: I have told him that. And even if I haven't told --

Sam: Look, let's not make a big deal about this, ok?

Amanda: I just canít believe after all the hours that we spent alone together in that room --

Sam: Ok.

Amanda: We trusted each other.

Sam: All right, that's enough!

Amanda: What? What's wrong?

Sam: Do you know how sick I am of hearing how close you two got, how wonderful Evan was?

Amanda: I'm sorry.

Sam: Donít be. Sometimes I wish it had been me, that's all.

Amanda: Look, Sam -- hey, I love you very much. Donít ever doubt that, ok?

Sam: I'm working on it.

Reporter: Oh, it's Mrs. Wheeler.

Zack: Give us room.

Vivien: Back off!

Zack: Give us room.

Reporter: Mrs. Wheeler!

Zack: Let us get inside. No questions, please.

Reporter: Your father has been very vocal --

Vivien: You hard of hearing?

Iris: What did you say about my father?

Reporter: He's been very supportive of the woman accused of murder.

Iris: Look, I'm the one testifying today. Just leave my father out of it!

Reporter: Mrs. Wheeler --

Cass: Well, right on time.

Iris: I'm always prompt, Cass. So it wasn't necessary to send your cohort.

Cass: One can never be too sure with you, Iris. I'll try to keep this as painless as possible.

Iris: Painless? You think this is going to cause me pain?

Cass: You're going to be required to tell the whole truth, Iris. You seem to have a little trouble with that.

Iris: Now, you listen to me, Mr. Attorney. Thanks to you and Donna Love, I've got nothing to lose, so you just fire away.

Cass: And you just remember you'll be under oath. Let's go. Excuse us.

Iris: Certainly.

Vivien: Why donít we find us a seat, Mrs. Wheeler?

Iris: Daddy's not here.

Vivien: None of the Coryís are here yet.

Felicia: You think you might finish with Iris today?

Zack: Well, you can never be sure how long the prosecution will take on cross-examination.

Mitch: So it's possible that Felicia is going to be put on the stand today?

Stacey: Well, we'd like to.

Zack: The quicker we can identify the strongman, the quicker we can start corroborating your story.

Cass: But the story has to be unshakable. Your testimony has to be rock solid.

Mitch: She has been over it and over it.

Cass: We canít afford to have Morgan get to you.

Zack: And that's what she'll try and do.

Mitch: Look, does she have to testify?

Cass: Of course she does. She's the only one who saw Derek, the strongman.

Mitch: But if -- but if the D.A. is going to distort everything that she says --

Stacey: No, the D.A. wonít be able to distort anything.

Zack: And Cass will always be able to redirect.

Stacey: That's right. He can fix anything that she tries to do. So all you have to do is relax and concentrate, ok?

Zack: Right.

Felicia: Ok.

Mitch: How do you relax when you're charged for murder?

Zack: Why donít we go out and grab a quick cup of coffee.

Stacey: Yeah. Mitch?

Zack: Mitch?

Mitch: I'm going to try and get you an update.

Felicia: I'm fine, honey. I have to talk to Cass anyway.

Mitch: Ok.

Cass: Thanks, Mitch.

Felicia: Then you really do think it could happen today?

Cass: This is going to be a very good day for us. I know.

Felicia: Ok.

Cass: Iris' testimony is going to be a big help. And when the court -- when the jury hears you --

Felicia: I'm going to try to be relaxed, I promise.

Cass: You're going to be fine. It's Derek I'm worried about.

Felicia: What do you mean by that?

Cass: He's been nothing but trouble right from the beginning. I hate to tell you --

Felicia: I donít want you to talk about Derek like that, ok?

Cass: What?

Felicia: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm -- I'm just a little edgy, that's all.

Michael: No, donít -- donít --

Donna: Donít you throw coats at me!

Michael: Donna -- look, it's the only way I know how to get through to you! Would you --

Donna: Coats? I only react to what I hear!

Michael: No, Donna, you overreact, all right? You blow everything out of proportion.

Donna: You had an affair with a woman! You slept with another woman!

Michael: I wasn't married! I slept with lots of other women.

Donna: But you didnít tell me it was Iris!

Michael: Because of this. Because I knew that you would go nuts.

Donna: I'm going to court.

Michael: No, no, you're not going out of here now. No way.

Donna: There's nothing more to say.

Michael: The hell there isnít.

Donna: Let go of me, Michael.

Michael: Donna, not until you apologize.

Donna: I beg your pardon?

Michael: You owe me an apology for not believing that I love you more than any other woman in the whole world.

Donna: I owe you an apology?

Michael: Yes!

Donna: Please. Spare me!

Michael: Hey -- you are the luckiest woman in the world. Do you know that? You got a great husband who loves you, you got lots of money, you got kids who love you, and you stand here whining.

Donna: I donít whine.

Michael: Ok. You donít whine. You gnash your teeth. You beat your breast. You roll around on the floor like a little kid, like a brat.

Donna: When did you ever see me rolling around on the floor? Donít be ridiculous.

Michael: Well, actually, I never have seen you roll around on the floor, but now that you mention it, it's not a bad idea. Ah!

Donna: Michael! No!

[Michael laughs]

Donna: Michael, what are you doing?

Michael: Rolling around on the floor!

Donna: Michael -- oh!

Michael: Yes, we're rolling around on the floor! Here we go, baby!

Donna: I'm not going to let you distract me this way!

Michael: Oh, really? Oh, how would you like me to distract you, honey?

[Donna groans]

Michael: Hmm?

Donna: Sometimes you make me so mad.

Rachel: I'm so sorry, Mac.

Mac: I still canít understand how it all came out. I mean, who could've uncovered it?

Rachel: I did.

Mac: What?

Rachel: It was me.

Mac: You?

Rachel: Cass got a tip, and he came to me about it.

Mac: Not to me?

Rachel: He wouldnít have come to you about this until he was sure. I -- I told him I would investigate.

Mac: Well, go on.

Rachel: I called Jerry Posner, her accountant, and I got a hold of her tax return.

Mac: You donít need to say any more. I can guess the rest.

Rachel: I -- I agonized about whether or not you should be told. I figured you would want to know. Was I right?

Mac: Yes, of course, Rachel.

Rachel: I knew this would hurt you.

Mac: Hurt me? My own daughter does all that to us? It goes far beyond hurt, Rachel.

Rachel: How could she do this to her own father --?

Mac: I donít know.

Rachel: And you of all people?

Mac: I donít know, I donít know.

Rachel: If I had thought you would never find out, maybe I would've kept quiet about it, but she's going on the witness stand, Mac. Cass wants to --

Mac: Oh -- oh, no.

Rachel: What?

Mac: If Iris could do this to me -- Rachel, do you think she could be capable of murder?

Vivien: Amanda! Psst!

Amanda: Iris.

Iris: Amanda, have you seen Daddy?

Amanda: Isnít he here?

Iris: No, I thought he might've come with you.

Amanda: Well, no. He wasn't at the house when I called this morning. I'm sure he'll be here.

Iris: I'm surprised you're here.

Amanda: Why? I told you last night that I would be here. I'm your sister.

Iris: You donít know, do you?

Amanda: Know what?

Iris: Look, you've been through a lot. Sam, take her home, please.

Amanda: Iris, no.

Iris: Just spare yourself.

Amanda: We're staying. And Daddy will be here soon, I'm sure.

Bailiff: All rise. Court is now in session, the honorable Harrison R. Tinkham presiding.

Judge: Be seated, please. As I recall, you were about to call a witness, Mr. Winthrop? Is that correct?

Cass: Yes, that is correct, your honor.

Iris: Amanda, you just might hear something that you'd rather not need.

Cass: The defense calls Iris Wheeler.

Bailiff: Iris Wheeler?

Bailiff: Raise your right hand, please. You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Iris: I do.

Bailiff: State your name.

Iris: Iris Cory Wheeler.

Judge: Be seated, please.

Cass: Mrs. Wheeler, you knew the deceased, Jason Frame, did you not?

Iris: Yes, I knew him.

Cass: How?

Iris: He was a business associate.

Cass: Would you explain that, please?

Iris: Yes. I hired him to do some construction work at the spa for the Cory complex.

Cass: Mac Cory is your father?

Iris: Yes, he is.

Cass: And you hired Jason Frame over your father's better judgment, isnít that right? Mrs. Wheeler?

Iris: Yes?

Cass: Why did your father feel so strongly about Jason Frame? He hated him, isnít that right?

Morgan: Objection. Counsel is leading the witness.

Cass: I'll rephrase the question. How did your father feel about Jason Frame?

Iris: He disliked him intensely. That was common knowledge.

Cass: Why?

Judge: Answer the question, Mrs. Wheeler.

Judge: Answer the question, Mrs. Wheeler.

Iris: Um -- there was a -- there was a long-standing feud between the -- between the Coryís and the Frames.

Cass: Oh, no, no. Wasn't it considerably more personal than that? Didnít these feelings stem from the fact that Jason Frame took some incriminating photographs of your sister?

Iris: Yes, Jason did take those photographs, yes.

Cass: And yet you were willing to hire Jason Frame?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: Hmm. According to your records, you paid Jason Frame a $10,000 bonus, isnít that right? Mrs. Wheeler, if necessary, we can produce copies of the spa contract.

Iris: No, that wonít be necessary. Yes, I did give him some extra money.

Cass: Why?

Iris: I thought it was time that we -- I thought it was time to mend the fences.

Cass: Between the Coryís and the Frames?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: I see. But 10,000 bucks -- you really wanted those fences mended badly, didnít you?

Morgan: Objection. What does this have to do with the murder of Jason Frame?

Judge: Get to the point, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: Yes, your honor. Let's turn to the night of the shooting, shall we? According to your hired security service, you took extreme measures to prevent Jason from appearing at the party.

Iris: I would hardly -- hardly call it extreme.

Cass: You didnít want him there.

Iris: No. He'd been harassing a member of my family.

Cass: Who would that be?

Iris: Victoria Frame, the wife of my father's stepson.

Cass: So you hired an entire security force to protect -- tell me if I got this straight -- the wife of your father's stepson?

Iris: Yes, that is correct.

Cass: Hadn't you been harassed by Jason Frame yourself? Isnít it a fact that the money you paid him was actually blackmail money?

[Gallery buzzes]

Iris: It doesn't matter anymore.

Cass: It may not matter anymore to you, Mrs. Wheeler, but it certainly matters to this court, and it certainly matters to Ms. Gallant. Jason Frame had been blackmailing you for quite sometime. He had information about you that would've caused you tremendous embarrassment or worse. Isnít that true?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: And isnít it true that you were the orchestrator of the hostile takeover against Cory Publishing?

[Gallery buzzes]

Cass: An attempt to ruin your own father's company?

Iris: No, that's not what I intended!

Cass: No? Then how do you explain this, Mrs. Wheeler? This is your income tax return. And on line 12, "income," it states that a major contributor to your income last year was Bennett Publishing, the company that was behind the takeover attempt.

[Gallery buzzes]

Cass: You were its C.E.O., its chief, were you not?

Iris: Yes.

[Gallery buzzes]

Cass: And Jason knew it, didnít he? Mrs. Wheeler, you are under oath.

Iris: Yes, Jason was blackmailing me! He knew the truth! He knew that I was behind the takeover and that I was the chief.

[Gallery buzzes]

[Judge pounds gavel]

Rachel: No, Mac, Iris wouldnít kill anyone.

Mac: How can you be sure?

Rachel: I donít know, I just --

Mac: You canít be. Nor can I. I donít know anything about her -- not anymore. Only that she's more ill than I ever knew.

Rachel: Mac, please donít do this to yourself.

Mac: I'm to blame, Rachel.

Rachel: Mac, you were a wonderful father to her.

Mac: Well, obviously I wasn't, not to Iris.

Rachel: Darling, she's sick. That's not your fault.

Mac: She always felt unloved, Rachel.

Rachel: With Iris, I donít think there's enough love in the world for her. That's her problem.

Mac: But I have to take responsibility for my own children.

Rachel: No, up to a point. Darling, children are born with their own sense of themselves. They have their own problems they have to work out. Some children are born resilient and strong, and others just feel they canít cope.

Mac: We're not talking about not coping.

Rachel: You know what I mean. Darling, parents canít always take responsibility for everything that goes wrong with their children's lives.

Mac: I should've realized it. I should've recognized. She was too dependent on me emotionally, always.

Rachel: You did the best you could. Please, let's go home now.

Mac: Rachel? What's going to become of her?

Rachel: She'll survive, Mac. She always does.

[Gallery buzzes]

Judge: I'll have silence in this courtroom or I'll have it cleared!

[Gallery quiets]

Cass: So you were the chief, your father's worst enemy?

Iris: No. Yes.

Cass: Yes, and Jason knew it?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: He had been blackmailing you for sometime?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: And he took those suggestive photographs of Amanda Cory that appeared in the newspaper?

Iris: Yes, but I had nothing to do with that.

Cass: Who did?

Iris: Drew Marsten set it up.

Cass: Drew Marsten?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: Well, now, there's a blast from the past. Drew Marsten -- now, let me see -- wasn't he your assistant at Bennett Publishing?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: Yes. He was the man you sent to Bay City to assist in the takeover attempt?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: The man that your father was falsely accused of murdering?

Iris: Yes, but I had nothing to do with that either.

Cass: Who did?

Iris: It was -- it was Drew Marsten's idea, but I had absolutely no knowledge of it.

Cass: Did anyone help Mr. Marsten?

Iris: Yes.

Cass: Who?

Iris: Jason Frame.

[Gallery buzzes]

Cass: So Jason Frame knew everything, didnít he?

Iris: Yes, he -- he threatened to tell Daddy.

Cass: And you certainly didnít want that, did you?

Iris: No. I never intended to ruin my father. It's just that I saw the opportunity.

Cass: Opportunity for what?

Iris: Well, to help Cory Publishing. I thought perhaps a merger or reconstructing the company -- and it worked! I mean, Cory Publishing did make money. It was just a business deal!

Cass: Just a business deal? You nearly destroyed a major company, your father's company!

Iris: I would never have let it go that far!

Cass: It occurs to me that a woman who would try to destroy her own father would stop at nothing to prevent a blackmailer from divulging her dirty little secret, not even murder.

Morgan: Objection.

Judge: Sustained. Strike that last remark.

Cass: No further questions, your honor.

Judge: Do you wish to cross-examine, Ms. Graves?

Morgan: Yes, I do, your honor. Mrs. Wheeler, where were you at the time of Jason Frame's death?

Iris: Uh -- I was at the party.

Morgan: Was anyone with you?

Iris: Yes. Yes, Evan Bates.

Morgan: One last question. Did you shoot Jason Frame?

Iris: No, I did not.

Morgan: No more questions.

Judge: Any redirect, Mr. Winthrop?

Cass: No, your honor.

Judge: Witness is excused. Court will recess for lunch and return here to hear the next defense witness.

Amanda: I canít believe it.

Sam: Do you think your parents know?

Amanda: It must be why Daddy isnít here. How could she do that? How could she stand up there so calmly and talk about it?

Sam: Amanda, wait, wait.

Amanda: I have to find Daddy.

Sam: Just wait a second. Iris said she was with Evan during the shooting.

Amanda: So?

Sam: Evan and Iris work closely together. Do you think Evan knew anything about this?

Amanda: Please, Sam, donít start on Evan now. Please!

Sam: Just keep your voice down. I just wonder how much Evan knew about this.

Amanda: That's not fair.

Sam: So you donít think that Evan knew anything about this?

Amanda: No! I think he was fooled by Iris, just like the rest of us.

Sam: I'm not so sure.

Amanda: I am sure. Come on, Sam, please. Donít you think things are bad enough?

Iris: You must be very proud of yourself, Cass.

Cass: I accomplished what needed to be accomplished.

Iris: Yes, and no matter who you hurt.

Cass: Lady, when it comes to hurting people, I'm a lightweight compared to you.

Iris: I'm not guilty, Cass, and you know it.

Cass: Iris, you're the chief. Anyone capable of doing what you've done --

Iris: I did what I did out of love!

Cass: Did you also love Jason Frame?

Iris: The facts donít change, Cass. Felicia killed Jason, not me.

Felicia: How could you hurt Mac like that? Your own father?

Iris: At least I didnít kill anyone. What do you know? What do any of you know?

Felicia: I know how Mac must be feeling about now. I know how he felt last year when all of this happened. And you caused it. You know what, Iris? I almost feel sorry for you.

Iris: Donít feel sorry for me, sweetie. You're the one who's going to jail.

Sam: I donít think you can just dismiss Evan as a suspect.

Amanda: Leave Evan out of this. I really donít think he knew anything that was -- Iris!

Iris: Amanda?

Amanda: How dare you. What you did was disgusting.

Iris: I wouldnít expect you to understand anything.

Amanda: Understand? I understand perfectly. You tried to ruin my father.

Iris: Your father? Always your father. It's as if I didnít exist.

Amanda: You donít anymore.

Iris: I never did for you, did I?

Amanda: I only got to know you about a year ago -- or so I thought.

Iris: Oh, yes, and you were so threatened by it. You resented the very idea that there might be another daughter for Daddy to love.

Amanda: You're talking about yourself, Iris, and you canít even hear it.

Sam: Iris, how could you do something like that? How could you hurt Mac like that, and how could you have them take pictures of Amanda?

Iris: Listen, Sam, I didnít send Amanda to Drew Marstenís. And it's not my fault she's duped by every man who flirts with her. She's just a stupid, little fool.

Sam: Back off, people, back off! Back off!

Michael: What?

Donna: Where's the clicker?

Michael: Clicker? What clicker?

Donna: The remote, the -- the control thing for the TV.

Michael: Oh.

Donna: Oh, there it is.

Michael: Wait, wait, wait, just a second here.

Donna: What?

Michael: Well -- I mean, just a couple of minutes ago we were having this nice, peaceful, romantic afternoon, and then all of a sudden you want to turn on game shows?

Donna: We're not going to watch game shows. You know perfectly well what we're going to watch. I want to look and see what's happening with the trial.

[TV turns on]

Reporter: We're live from the Bay City courthouse, where Iris Wheeler just made the shocking confession that she was the person behind the takeover of her own father's company. Here she is now. Mrs. Wheeler? Mrs. Wheeler? We're on the air now, and I'd just like to ask you a few questions.

Cass: So, Zack, what did you think, on a scale of one to 10?

Zack: Eight, 8.5.

Stacey: I say just give him the nine.

Cass: My sister.

Nicole: Or a 10! No, you were wonderful, Cass.

Cass: My fiancťe speaking.

Zack: How do you think it went?

Cass: I think we made some points.

Stacey: Some points? You made huge points. I was watching the jury.

Cass: Well, I couldn't believe how cooperative she was.

Zack: Right.

Cass: When she brought up Drew Marsten, I felt like cheering.

Zack: I mean it, she led us straight to Jason. I mean, Iris definitely is a suspect now.

Cass: Yeah.

Stacey: Right, and as soon as we get Felicia and Derek to testify about that -- oh.

Cass: Things are looking up, honey, finally.

Mitch: Very good, Cass. Maybe you've turned things around.

Cass: Thanks.

Mitch: Are you ok?

Felicia: I just donít like it, Mitch.

Mitch: Look, I know you donít.

Felicia: So many people have been suffering about this and -- I donít know. When is it all going to end?

Vivien: Isnít it a little early?

Iris: I donít need a conscience, Vivien. I need a drink. And I donít need you looking at me like that.

Vivien: Yes, Mrs. Wheeler. I will leave Mrs. Wheeler alone.

[Phone rings]

Michael: Hello?

Iris: Michael? Oh, thank God. You've got to help me. There's no one else I can turn to. I --

[Dial tone]

Iris: Michael?

Michael?

Donna: Who was that?

Michael: No one. No one.

[Dial tone]

Amanda: Daddy, I came as soon as I heard. I'm so sorry.

Mac: You've never disappointed me, Amanda.

Amanda: No. And I never will. I'll always be here for you, Daddy.

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