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Another World Transcript Wednesday 5/10/06

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Marley: Dear -- dear, Jake. Jake, I'm sitting here looking over the water. Hearing your voice the other day reminded me of you. Hi--hi--ugh, too bubbly. Jake, my, dear--

Jamie: You're talking to yourself, Marley.

Marley: [Laughs] Hi, Jamie.

Jamie: If I read this, will I know your secret thoughts?

Cass: I'm glad you could get over here so quickly, Donna.

Donna: You said it was urgent.

Cass: Yes. The judge assigned to your case called me today.

Donna: Have we got a court date yet?

Cass: He never got around to that.

Donna: So what did he want?

Cass: He said the Miller's lawyer went crazy. He says if you keep them from seeing Mikey again--

Donna: Cass, can't we get another judge?

Cass: No, Donna, we cannot. If you're not going to play by the rules, you--

Donna: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What about Stacey?

Cass: What about her?

Donna: Your sister let Eve Miller into our home when neither Michael nor I were present.

Cass: Yes, yes I know that.

Donna: And if she hadn't done that, none of this would have happened.

Cass: This is totally beside the point.

Donna: No, it isn't. Stacey took matters into her own hands. She's a member of this firm, Cass, the firm that represents me and Michael. She took a very big risk by deciding to play the goddess of motherhood.

Cass: All right, so what are you saying?

Donna: I'm saying that I'm angry, too. My actions didn't mess up this case, Stacey's did. And so help me, if we lose our son because of what she did, I'm going to bring Stacey up before a legal ethics committee so fast it'll make your head spin.

Matt: No comment. No, I really can't say at this time. No comment. Yes, that is the official statement from the family. I'm sorry, that--that's your-- good-bye.

Amanda: The press is still calling?

Matt: Yes.

Amanda: Has Dr. Hudson called?

Matt: I called an hour ago. Evan is critical but stable.

Amanda: Critical but stable, what is that supposed to mean?

[Doorbell]

Matt: Have you heard from Sam?

Amanda: I'm sure I will. He's gonna want to see Alli.

Matt: Are you going to let him?

Amanda: He's her father...

Matt: Yeah, but he--Courtney.

Courtney: The maid told me I could find you out here, Amanda.

Amanda: More questions?

Courtney: Yes.

Matt: Don't you think it's a good idea to call first maybe and--Amanda has been through a lot.

Courtney: I know that. Maybe I wouldn't have to bother her if she would tell me the truth.

Amanda: We've been over this.

Courtney: You've had a chance to rest and a chance to think. Now I want to know exactly how Evan Bates got hurt and if any of yesterday's events were accidental at all.

Frankie: If you needed time off, this wasn't the way to do it, cousin. You know what? You're family, and I didn't even know what you were going through. But that's because you're a Frame and we don't tell other people what we're feeling too easily, do we? I will be back in 5 minutes. I expect to find you dressed and shaved.

Woman: [On intercom] Dr. David, telephone, please. Dr. David, telephone, please.

Frankie: You must think I'm wasting my time.

John: No, no, not at all. No one has ever been able to disprove the theory that coma patients can't hear something. I'm for all the positive stimuli you can get. It certainly can't hurt.

Frankie: Thank you, John.

John: You're welcome.

Frankie: You know what? You sure do look beat, boy.

John: I am.

Frankie: Are you worried?

John: I can't find Sharlene. I don't know where she is.

Frankie: Mama!

John: Emma, thank you for coming.

Emma: Oh, God. I mean I practically had to bribe the Head Nurse just to get a visitor's pass.

Frankie: Mama, who called you?

Emma: John did, thank goodness. He looks so frail.

John: I thought that Emma should know, Frankie.

Frankie: Well, of course she should.

Emma: I know how you feel about me, Mary Frances, but Evan is my nephew. I can't just stay away.

Frankie: Of course not, Mama.

Emma: Is he still in a coma?

John: Yes.

Emma: Well, have they arrested that Cory boy yet?

Frankie: Well, he's not a Cory boy--

Emma: Well, he's married to one. It's the same thing.

John: As far as I know, there have been no arrests.

Emma: God, what kind of police people do you have running this town? You and Sharlene have told them everything you know, haven't you?

Frankie: Nobody knows anything, Mama.

Emma: We know that the Corys are going to make it look like it's always our doing. It's always the Frames.

Frankie: Mama, please don't start with them, ok?

Emma: I don't know how you can just stand around and let those people walk all over us again.

Matt: I don't think this is fair, Courtney.

Courtney: Matt, I know you think you're helping your sister, but believe me, the sooner she cooperates, the sooner everyone in this family could have some peace of mind again.

Amanda: It's ok. I'll be fine.

Matt: Ok, I'll be in the library if you need me.

Courtney: Thank you.

Amanda: Everybody is on edge. I'm sorry, I hope you understand.

Courtney: I do. Now I need to clarify some points in your statement.

Amanda: Fine.

Courtney: Tell me what happened when Evan arrived at your loft yesterday?

Amanda: He came in, and he and Sam started to fight.

Courtney: Why?

Amanda: Well, they've been on the verge of it for weeks. I guess it just exploded.

Courtney: Go on.

Amanda: I kept yelling at them to stop, but they just went at it. They moved out into the hallway, and the elevator doors were open because they'd been working on it. They both landed near the doors, and the next thing I know, Evan had fallen.

Amanda: Somebody--somebody, please, stop it!

[Evan screams] No! I went down to him. Sam called the paramedics.

Courtney: Are you all right?

Amanda: Yeah, I'm fine.

Courtney: Do you remember what happened just before Evan fell?

Amanda: What do you mean?

Courtney: Well, the two of them were punching each other, right?

Amanda: Yes.

Courtney: So the last blow Sam connected to Evan was the one that sent him over?

Amanda: Well, it's hard to tell.

Courtney: You sure?

Amanda: Yes.

Courtney: Ok. Now I need you to be very clear on this next point.

Amanda: All right, I'll try.

Courtney: When Evan came in, just before they started fighting, who had the gun?

Amanda: Sam.

Courtney: And he pointed it at Evan? Amanda, did Evan Bates have any reason to believe that Sam was about to shoot him? Amanda, please, look at me. Did Evan Bates have any just cause to think that your husband might use that gun to kill him?

Sam: I'm not guilty.

Mitch: Sam, I know that.

Sam: I'm not going to be in any kind of trouble.

Mitch: I just don't want to leave here until we know what's going on.

Sam: Everything's going to be just fine, Mitch. You've got to take this job, and if you don't leave now, you're going to miss this opportunity. I don't want that happening because of me, ok?

Mitch: Look, just tell me what went on between you and Evan.

Sam: We fought. He's been out to set me up for weeks. He's been trying to steal Amanda away, and he's been saying all kind--all kinds of stuff about me. And I--I was protecting myself and her.

Felicia: Honey, I'll be here if Sam needs anybody.

Mitch: I don't like this.

Sam: Too bad. You two are lucky. I wish I knew another couple that could stand this kind of separation. I don't, but I wish I did.

Mitch: Well, we're not going to be totally separated. There are planes, and there's Europe, and--

Sam: Jet-set romance.

Felicia: Yeah, if we play our cards right.

Sam: I wish Amanda and I trusted each other like that. If we did, we'd be in a whole different ballpark now.

Felicia: Which one would it be?

Sam: A private life; just the 3 of us.

Felicia: Can't you still try and get that?

Sam: She actually believes that I was out to kill her.

Mitch: Well, this is crazy. I'm telling you, I'm not going to leave--

Sam: You have to. I'm not going to foul up your life, too.

Mitch: You're not fouling up my life--

Sam: Look, we're not going to talk about it anymore, all right?

Mitch: Ok, ok. I've got a couple of errands to run before I've got to go to the airport. You want to come?

Sam: I got--I got to take care of some stuff myself. So...

Mitch: Ok, then I guess this is it.

Felicia: Look, I'll let you two say good-bye.

Mitch: Look, I'm--I'm really concerned about this.

Sam: I know, I know.

Mitch: Look, if you need anything, if anything comes up--

Sam: I'll call.

Mitch: Promise?

Sam: Yeah.

Mitch: Don't give up on Amanda.

Sam: I never did.

Mitch: Just keep fighting for it and whatever it takes, as hard as you can.

Sam: I did--look where it got me. I'll miss you. I'll look after Felicia.

Mitch: I appreciate that.

Marley: I'm sorry, it--it was just--just a page for her journal.

Jamie: Oh, what it was--was none of my business.

Marley: Aren't you supposed to be at a medical conference?

Jamie: Your uncle John told me about it.

Marley: Oh, yes, the drug he needs for his patient.

Jamie: Right. Hasn't been clear there yet.

Marley: Why?

Jamie: E T.A. But this guy who John's treating, he doesn't seem to have much of a chance. You think that they would relax their standards in a case like this, but...

Marley: What? What?

Jamie: I'm talking shop, I'm sorry.

Marley: I don't mind.

Jamie: Dr. Hiver is so fed up with the brick walls and the bad publicity that he just boycotted the entire conference. You know, I'm tempted to go out to his place and talk to him, but I hear that his English is as bad as my French. I don't know if we'd be able to communicate.

Marley: What if you had an interpreter?

Jamie: You'd do that for me?

Marley: Well, sure. I have a car. We can go wherever you want.

Jamie: Marley, this means a lot to me.

Marley: It's the least I can do. Let's go. Go.

Emma: Big old strapping boy looks like he's just breathed his last breath.

Frankie: Mama.

Emma: I mean, look at that color. Honey, I've seen cheese grits that have more color than that. What? Just what?

Frankie: Are you trying to undo all the positive vibrational aura I have been laying on Evan for the past 12 hours?

Emma: What? Positive vibrational what?

Frankie: He can hear everything we say.

Emma: Oh, my pot roast.

Frankie: It's true. There are documented cases of coma patients who wake up and can repeat everything that was said to them verbatim. So I will not have you standing over Evan's bed and telling him he looks like a corpse.

Emma: I did not tell him--

Frankie: I want you to march right back in there and say nice things to him and talk to him like he was awake.

Emma: I'm not going to do any such thing.

Frankie: Why not?

Emma: Because I don't play music for my houseplants, and I do not have conversations with men that are in comas.

Frankie: Mama, Evan is not a houseplant.

Emma: I knew it. I knew it. I knew that you were going to be weird from the first time I laid eyes on you. Oh yes, oh yeah. You used to sit up in that room. You didn't play with your dolls like other little girls, uh-uh. You'd sit up there and you'd meditate and then you'd--you'd sort of spend hours reading all that Chinese silliness.

Frankie: The I ching is not silliness, Mama.

Emma: You know, sometimes I honestly think that, I mean, a gypsy stuck you in a basket and just left you on my doorstep.

Frankie: Thank you so much, mother.

Emma: Well, have you questioned that Cory boy yet?

Frankie: Mama, I told you he's not a Cory boy. He's--

Emma: Mary Frances, I thought you were the one that's supposed to be this hotshot private investigator. Now, if you don't have any sense of family loyalty, the least you could do is get out there and do your job.

Frankie: Evan will tell me everything I need to know when he gets up.

Emma: When he--honey, he may not ever get up--

Frankie: Mama, we don't know that.

Emma: Mary Frances, John said this could be a very long time.

Frankie: The police are conducting an investigation.

Emma: Oh, fine.

Frankie: I will keep my eye on things, and if I feel I need to get involved, I will.

Emma: I just don't want these Bay City people making it up to be all Evan's fault. It seems like once a year, somebody in this family is in the headlines in this town. I'm sick and tired of it.

Frankie: I know, Mama, so am I.

Emma: Now you see that's what comes from aiming too high. First it was your Aunt Janice, and then her son goes and gets mixed up with Mac Cory's daughter. I don't know but what's going to happen--it's going to be Sharlene next.

Cass: I'm glad you could join us, Michael.

Michael: I just want to make sure we see eye to eye, Cass.

Donna: Cass, if you don't feel that you can continue handling our case because of Stacey's involvement, we can seek other counsel.

Cass: That is not the question. The question is, do the two of you want to continue to retain me as your lawyer?

Michael: As long as we understand each other.

Cass: Then I will speak to Stacey.

Donna: Good.

Cass: But I must say the courts, in all likelihood, would have found out that you were keeping Mikey away from his parents.

Donna: We are his parents.

Cass: Donna, you cannot disobey a court order!

Michael: Cass, [Indistinct]. Look, we have discussed this, all right? Donna is not going to do anything like that again.

Cass: I hope that's true.

Michael: Have you found out anything about Toby Miller? What his story is?

Cass: His story?

Donna: We've seen the man once. We haven't laid eyes on him since.

Cass: So?

Michael: So, we would like to know where this man, who supposedly loves his son so much, is?

Donna: Cass, you and Frankie should be using this time before the trial to dig up some kind of dirt on him.

Cass: You haven't seen this guy so you automatically assume that there's dirt?

Donna: You're the lawyer. Be creative.

Cass: If that means lying, Donna--

Michael: This doesn't mean lying. Look, Cass, you were the one who told us if we wanted to win custody of our son, we had to play hardball. We want our son. We're willing to play hardball.

Donna: You know, Cass, maybe the reason that Toby Miller isn't around is because he and Eve have a terrible marriage. Maybe they're pretending. Maybe they don't have any money because he has a gambling problem or a drinking problem. We don't know.

Cass: If he does, I will find out.

Donna: Rattle some skeletons, and I don't care if it hurts them. They've hurt us ever since they've come to town and tried to take our son away from us.

Cass: All right, fine, but what if I don't find anything?

Donna: You will.

Cass: Donna, I am doing everything I possibly can to win this case for you.

Michael: Good. Continue doing that. We want to win this case. No matter what it takes, no matter what it costs. Cass, if the Millers want to play hardball, we're going to play because we're going to win.

Stacey: Cass, it is the most glorious day outside. I bet you haven't even looked out the window yet.

Cass: No, I've been too busy trying to save your career.

Amanda: Mitch.

Matt: Dad.

Mitch: Is your Mom home?

Matt: No, she's out.

Amanda: She's not going to be back for a while.

Mitch: I saw Sam.

Amanda: If you excuse me, I was just on my way out anyways--

Mitch: Look, I hope you're not giving up on him.

Matt: Dad, this has been hard on Amanda.

Mitch: What, do you think it's been easy on my brother? Listen, you know, his own wife is thinking--

Amanda: I am not going to discuss Sam with you.

Mitch: Don't turn your back on him.

Amanda: I'm afraid of him.

Mitch: That's ridiculous.

Matt: No, it's not. I know it's hard to believe, but--

Mitch: Look, she won't even listen to him. She hasn't even given him a chance. That's the least that he deserves.

Amanda: Tell that to Evan. But you can't, can you, because he's in a coma, and Sam is the one that put him there.

Matt: Amanda, wait.

Amanda: I'm going to the hospital.

Mitch: I don't believe this is happening.

Matt: Dad, Sam has been threatening her.

Mitch: Look, do you know what has really happened?

Matt: I know what Amanda told me.

Mitch: Do you believe her?

Matt: Of course I do. Why shouldn't I believe her?

Mitch: Because sometimes there are a lot of different versions of the truth. And I know that she's been under a lot of stress. And I know that Evan has been pushing her. And then he has this accident, and what is the first thing that she does? She ends up blaming her husband.

Matt: She's not blaming anybody. She believes Sam tried to kill Evan.

Mitch: She's wrong, ok? Look, look, hey, did you ever think--did you ever think that maybe Sam thought that he was trying to protect himself? Did you ever think that he might have thought that he was in danger?

Matt: Look, I don't--I don't want to fight with you about this. I don't want this to come between us.

Mitch: You're right. You're right.

Matt: You're leaving in a couple hours, right?

Mitch: Yeah. Yeah, I just wanted to drop by and say good-bye.

Matt: Well, wasn't gonna let you out of town until you--

Mitch: I know.

Matt: Listen, I hope--I hope you know how I feel about this. I mean, Amanda's my sister. I'm looking out for her. Mac used to do it, Jamie. She never turned to me. This is the first time, and I don't want to blow it.

Mitch: I know--I know that. I just know that it's a lot of responsibility for one kid.

Matt: Well, I'm not a kid anymore.

Mitch: No, you're not...and you haven't been for a long time.

Matt: So, how's Felicia dealing with all this; you leaving?

Mitch: She's--she's ok.

Matt: Well, I'll keep an eye on her while you're away.

Mitch: I would like that.

Matt: Send me a postcard?

Mitch: Yeah. Yeah, is that all?

Matt: Just get home safe.

Mitch: I will. Tell your Mom that I'm--I'm sorry that I missed her.

Matt: Yeah, I will.

Mitch: Be careful. Have a good summer.

Matt: I'm going to try. Hasn't started out good.

Mitch: Look, I--I want you to be there for Amanda. Just--just don't be blind to the truth of what's really happening.

Matt: I'll try not to.

Mitch: I'm going to miss you.

Matt: I'm gonna miss you.

Mitch: I'll call you in a week.

Matt: All right.

Mitch: I'll see you later.

Woman: [On intercom] Dr. Blair, Dr. Blair. Dr. J. Hamilton, Dr. J. Hamilton.

Sam: You really blew it this time, didn't you, Evan? You thought you could get rid of me and take my wife in the process, but I guess this wasn't exactly how you had the ending written, was it?

Amanda: Don't you touch him. What--what were you doing in there?

Sam: You think I was trying to hurt him?

Amanda: You put him there, didn't you?

Sam: You don't know who I am, do you?

Amanda: No, I don't.

Sam: We've slept in the same bed together for two years. We've had a child together. We've shared everything, and you think, you honestly think, that I could kill another person?

Amanda: I don't want to believe this. I stayed around you for months before this because I was hoping that one day I was going to wake up and I'd find you watching me sleep and there would be love in your eyes instead of hate. But it never happened.

Sam: You pushed me away every chance that you got.

Amanda: That's not true.

Sam: I wanted you back, Amanda. Don't you know that by now?

Amanda: Please.

Sam: Please, what?

Amanda: It's not like I don't have proof.

Sam: Of what?

Amanda: You bought life insurance on me.

Sam: I told you, I told you--

Amanda: The agent identified you, Sam.

Sam: Did it ever occur to you that he might be wrong? Did it ever occur to you that he might be lying? That maybe Evan paid him off.

Amanda: You could never handle what happened between Evan and me. You said you were going to try, but that was a lie. You just wanted to hurt me as much as I hurt you.

Sam: Amanda.

Amanda: What?

Sam: You killed our marriage. You threw away the love and the trust and the commitment. I walked around for months trying to love you the way that I did before I--I found out. I kept waiting for you to tell me, and you kept lying over and over again. So don't you talk to me about lying because I married an expert.

Amanda: You told me that you sold that first painting you did of me. I found that painting. It was torn and shredded like it had been stabbed. Are you gonna tell me that you loved me? Why did you buy the gun? To show how much you love me?

Sam: I didn't--I didn't buy the gun.

Amanda: You were going to use it on Evan and then you were going to kill me.

Courtney: Excuse me. Sam, I think we need to talk.

Sam: Fine.

Courtney: At the station.

Sam: Whatever you say. When?

Courtney: Now I think would be a great idea, don't you?

Stacey: Cass, I know that I was taking a chance, but I feel that it was my only choice.

Cass: You feel? You can't feel. You have to think. You could've blown this case right out of the water. You could've jeopardized my clients' chances of winning custody.

Stacey: The Millers have the same rights as Donna and Michael.

Cass: True, none of which is any concern of yours. This is my case. I know you don't like it, but you cannot get involved; end of story.

Stacey: Not end of story. Eve Miller is the mother.

Cass: She gave up the right to call herself that when she left him unattended and he was taken away.

Stacey: Oh, but it's all right if Donna throws her money around trying to justify her claim on this boy?

Cass: Hey, hey, hey--Donna never neglected him. Now the Millers have lied about his disappearance. They are not exactly fine, upstanding citizens.

Stacey: Cass, they were young. They made a few mistakes.

Cass: None of this excuses the fact that you caused a conflict of interest with a client in our law firm. We could get into a lot of trouble over this and an innocent child could be swallowed up in the middle of it. Is that what you want?

Stacey: Donna was lying also, and she kept the child from his mother.

Cass: I can't talk to you about this anymore. We can't discuss it. I know this is personal for you, but you've lost all objectivity. I want you to stay out of my case.

Stacey: I want the Millers to have a fair shot.

Cass: And I want Rhet. Butler to come running back up the walk and carry Scarlett off into the fog, but it ain't going to happen. Nobody ever said life is fair, Stacey. So all we can do is just try to get by and hope that the courts will do whatever is best for this child. If you ever undermine me again, you're out.

[Telephone rings]

Stacey: Winthrop and Winthrop.

Eve: Stacey, it's Eve Miller.

Jamie: Why don't they use numbers on the houses like we do?

Marley: Because, Jamie, this is quaint and charming.

Jamie: I mean, what kind of serious doctor gives his house a name?

Marley: La Tulipe.

Jamie: No, I know what the name is--

Marley: No, Jamie, La Tulipe.

Jamie: La Tulipe. I don't believe it. We did it. Pardon, does Dr. Hiver live here?

Woman: [Speaking French]

Marley: [Speaking French]

Woman: [Speaking French]

Marley: Oh, c'est bon! Yes. [Speaking French]

Woman: [Speaking French]

Marley: No, no, no, this is tres importante... [Speaking French]

Woman: [Speaking French]

Marley: [Speaking French]

Woman: [Speaking French]

Marley: Hm. Merci de beaucoup.

Jamie: Not good?

Marley: No, he's on a trip. She doesn't know when he'll be back.

Jamie: Ah.

Marley: What should we do?

Jamie: Let's go back to the hotel.

Marley: Ok.

Marley: Ready to go?

Jamie: No, but I guess we should. The battery's dead.

Marley: What? Well, how did that happen?

Jamie: I don't know. Look, I saw a garage back in the village.

Marley: Oh, no, Jamie, I hate to tell you this, but this village has pulled in the sidewalks. Everything's closed.

Jamie: Then I guess we're going to have to spend the night somewhere. Fix the car in the morning.

Marley: Ok.

Jamie: Come on.

Stacey: A lawyer just can't drop his client in the middle of a case.

Eve: We ran out of money. I promised Mr. Boynton we'd pay him eventually, but he said he couldn't work for us anymore.

Stacey: I don't believe this.

Eve: We're out of money and we don't have a lawyer. And Toby can't take any more time off from work. As it is, he's working 18 hours a day, 6 days a week. All the money has gone to keeping me here in this motel room and to pay the lawyers. We don't have anything left. We can't even fight for our son. I don't know what to do.

Stacey: What about a legal aid lawyer?

Eve: I tried that. They're so busy. They won't be able to help us for months.

Stacey: There's got to be somebody.

Eve: I want somebody I can trust--like you.

Stacey: No, I can't.

Eve: I know, but I thought maybe you could recommend a friend. Someone you trust.

Stacey: Look, this is really hard for me. It puts me in the middle. All right, I'll think about it. I promise you that I will think about it, and I will recommend someone to you.

Eve: That's all I want.

Stacey: Don't give up on the legal system. Sometimes it works.

Courtney: Are you sure you don't want an attorney present for this?

Sam: No need.

Courtney: Ok. Now, you admit that you or Rachel have power of attorney rights given to yourself in the event that something happened to your wife?

Sam: Yes.

Courtney: Why didn't you talk to your wife about this?

Sam: Amanda was busy with work, and I felt it was something I needed to do to protect Alli's interests, and Amanda didn't have time so I took care of it myself.

Courtney: Is it fair to say that Amanda is independently wealthy?

Sam: Yes.

Courtney: But you still felt the need to take out an insurance policy on her life?

Sam: I told you I didn't do that.

Courtney: You've been positively identified by the insurance broker.

Sam: He's lying.

Courtney: How long have you wanted to own your own handgun?

Sam: I don't want to own a handgun.

Courtney: Then why is there one registered?

Sam: I don't know how it got--I didn't buy that gun. It was in a box of clothes that I brought into the house. I don't know how it got there. I don't like guns, and I certainly wouldn't have one there with a child in the house.

Courtney: And what if your child was with Amanda when the brakes in her car--

Sam: You're as bad as she is!

Courtney: My friend, you have a violent temper.

Sam: Look, I didn't want to harm Amanda. I didn't want revenge, and I certainly never meant for Evan to end up in the hospital. He attacked me. He set me up, and he was trying to take Amanda away from me.

Courtney: Tell me about when Evan fell.

Sam: You want me to tell you again? Sure. He punched me. I punched him. He had me pinned. If I hadn't gotten up, it would be me at the bottom of that elevator shaft. He tripped or slipped and fell backwards. That's it. We were fighting, Courtney, and I didn't know that he wouldn't pick up the gun and try to use it on me. I fought back, ok? I fought back hard, and he fell.

Courtney: And that wasn't your intention from the start?

Sam: Of course not. Oh, you don't believe me, do you? You think I was trying to kill him and my wife.

Courtney: What I think isn't important. What--what I can prove is, and the proof is not on your side.

Felicia: So, did you pack your wool socks?

Mitch: Honey, this is Africa.

Felicia: I know. But I mean the nights might be very cold.

Mitch: I'm taking my wool socks.

Felicia: And your antihistamine? I mean, you know how your allergies act up in hot weather.

Mitch: I wish I were taking you.

Felicia: I would never make this.

Mitch: Why not?

Felicia: Well, if I wore my feather boa, some poacher would probably mistake me for a wild animal or something. [Laughs]

Mitch: Well, then I guess I'd just have to be there and protect you, wouldn't I?

Felicia: You always have.

Mitch: I think things have been real good between us lately, haven't they?

Felicia: Yeah, they have.

Mitch: So like an idiot I'm gonna go take this job and leave just when things are starting to go well.

Felicia: No. You have to. Besides, I expect you to call me twice a day and send me pictures of everything.

Mitch: Twice a day?

Felicia: Well, maybe that would make it a little harder.

Mitch: I love you; I never stopped.

Felicia: Kiss me, and then get out of here, ok? I--I can't go to the airport.

Mitch: It's ok. I know.

Felicia: Go on. Get out of here, ok? One more second.

Felicia: I love you.

Mitch: I love you.

Marley: [Indistinct]

Jamie: [Indistinct]

Marley: Did we go around here? Ok.

Jamie: Let's see if they have a couple of rooms.

Marley: Oh, this place is charming. Jamie, I'll bet it's not cheap.

Jamie: I don't care. I'm exhausted. We're lost. The car is broken. If this guy wants to charge 200 bucks for the night, we're paying it. And your room is on me, too.

Marley: Oh.

Jamie: I got you into this.

Marley: Great, I'll take care of it then.

Jamie: Please.

Marley: Pardon--

Man: [Heavy accent] I speak English.

Marley: Oh, great. Well, we would like a suite with two bedrooms, please. Ok, two singles is fine. You don't have any rooms?

Man: Oui, the finest highest priced rooms in the inn--

Jamie: We'll take two.

Man: Are now under renovations except one, one bed. As you say, take it or leave it.

Jamie: Are you serious?

Man: Dead serious.

Jamie: Great. This is just great.

Marley: What's the matter, Jamie? Afraid you can't handle it?

Jamie: Sure I can. Can you?

Emma: Looks like you're just gonna have to put up with me for a while.

Frankie: Mama.

Emma: I mean, listen, I have to be here while Evan's sick, but I am not gonna get in your hair.

Frankie: Wait a minute, Mama. You're not in my hair.

Emma: You didn't want me here a month ago.

Frankie: Who told you that?

Emma: Sharlene.

Frankie: What?

Emma: No, no, no. She told me that I was ruining your life and that you wanted me to just go back wherever it was I came from.

Frankie: Well, she told me that you left because I made you so unhappy. What is going on here, Mama?

Emma: I'm not sure. Who's that?

Frankie: Amanda Fowler.

Emma: Oh, wait. You mean, Rachel's girl? The one that Evan--

Frankie: Yes.

Emma: Mary Frances, why didn't you stop them?

Frankie: They're adults, Mama.

Emma: Uh-huh. Well, I think I'm just gonna go have a word with that young adult. She shouldn't be in there. She should be ashamed of herself.

Frankie: Mama, don't, ok? She's not doing anything, and I think that Evan wants her there.

Emma: Mary Frances, she could be the death of him.

Courtney: The list keeps growing, Sam. You planning a trip?

Sam: No.

Courtney: Then why did you ask to borrow your brother-in-law's boat for two weeks?

Sam: Jamie was going to be out of town. I thought that I could--

Courtney: You could sail up north, ditch the boat in some small town and then just take off from there?

Sam: You're out of your mind.

Courtney: Am I?

Sam: This is ridiculous.

Courtney: Sam, you're under arrest.

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