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Another World Transcript Wednesday 10/4/06

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Dean: My song, man! Mine! Every word, every single note.

Josie: Dean -- Dean, stop it before you hurt someone.

Dean: You know, the only one I'm going to hurt is that phony cowboy that said that my song was no good.

Reuben: Just chill out, man, all right, just chill out!

Dean: He's not going to be able to sing one note when I get through with him.

Reuben: All right, all right. Just get a grip, you hear me? Get a grip, man.

Matt: This guy has gone off the deep end.

Dean: He ripped me off, man. He ripped me off.

Reuben: All right -- all right, but the box didn't have anything to do with that, all right?

Matt: I think this would be a good time to get out of here.

Paulina: Oh, great, look at this, here comes the bouncer.

Officer Reilly: That's enough.

Dean: Get off me, man. What do you think you're doing?

Officer Reilly: Hey, funny I was just going to ask you the same thing.

Dean: That song, I wrote that song. The guy stole it from me.

Officer Reilly: Yeah, well send him the bill. You just bought the jukebox, pal.

Dean: No, you don't understand. The guy singing the song, I -- I wrote the song, all right?

Officer Reilly: Sure you did.

Dean: You know, some day that machine is going to play my music with my name on it and nothing else.

Officer Reilly: And what is your name?

Dean: It's Dean Frame, ok? Write it down. Remember it.

Officer Reilly: I'll remember it, all right. You're under arrest, Dean.

Jamie: You think Marley shot Jake, don't you?

Vicky: No.

Jamie: You said it happened because Marley was with me and it happened.

Vicky: Jamie, you are misunderstanding everything I am saying.

Jamie: No, not this time Vicky. You know something.

Vicky: Stop putting words in my mouth.

Jamie: I know you. You would do anything for Marley.

Vicky: Really? Just a couple of weeks ago you said I was jealous of Marley. Now -- now which one is it?

Jamie: Vicky, damn it. I talked to Marley just before she went to see Jake. I know that she was breaking off their engagement.

Vicky: Good for you.

Jamie: Something went on over at the loft. What did Marley tell you?

Vicky: Nothing. Jamie, just let it go. You have to let it go.

Ryan: Marley, I need to know what happened with Jake. I need the truth.

Marley: I told you the truth.

Ryan: Marley, come on. You skipped over the most important parts of your story.

Marley: Believe me, I told you everything.

Ryan: See, that's just the problem, Marley. I don't believe you. I like you, I think you're a good person, but I have a strong suspicion that you're taking me for a ride.

Marley: I'm not.

Ryan: Who are you protecting? Did you see someone else at Jake's?

Marley: I am not protecting anybody.

Ryan: Then why are you lying?

Marley: I'm not.

Ryan: Marley.

Marley: Please.

Ryan: Marley, did you shoot Jake McKinnon?

Marley: No, I didn't shoot Jake.

Ryan: Are you sure it wasn't an accident?

Ok. All right, you didn't shoot him. Let's just go over your statement one more time.

Marley: I have told you everything I know. I'm not going to say anything else without my lawyer.

Ryan: I'm just trying to get this right for myself, ok.

Marley: Let's get it over with.

Ryan: So you went to go see Jake at his loft at approximately 8 P.M.

Marley: That's right.

Ryan: And you can't remember exactly how much time you spent there, but it was less than an hour.

Marley: Seems right.

Ryan: And when you got there, you told Jake that you didn't want to marry him and then left.

Marley: Yes.

Ryan: And he took the bad news calmly.

Marley: We had been having problems. As I said, it didn't come as a complete surprise.

Ryan: But you were upset, so you decided to drive around for a while, and then you went to your sister's place to talk?

Marley: Yes.

Ryan: How come you didn't go there in the first place?

Marley: She was at the opera.

Ryan: She wasn't dressed for the opera when I got there.

Marley: Ryan, it's Vicky. She -- she would wear anything she wanted to an opera. Now, why are you asking me questions about Vicky?

Ryan: I ask questions about everyone. When the answers don't mesh, then I know I'm onto something.

Marley: All right, go bug somebody else and see what else you can dig up because I have told you everything that I know.

Ryan: Marley, don't you realize that by lying to me right now you're helping whoever did shoot Jake? Your sister lied to me last night. She told me that you were upstairs asleep in her house, and then lo and behold, you walk right in the door.

Marley: Maybe that's because she thought I was really sleeping upstairs.

Ryan: Do you think I fell off a turnip truck? Your sister was making it up as it went along to protect you. Are you playing the same game?

Marley: No.

Ryan: Marley, don't make matters worse for you and myself. Your story won't hold together. It's got holes in it a mile long, and you better start filling them in!

Michael: Hey -- hey -- hey, stop messing with my daughter.

Vicky: You think Marley shot Jake? Really, that is the most ridiculous thing I ever --

Jamie: Did she?

Vicky: No, of course she didn't. Marley is not capable of hurting anyone, at least not on purpose.

Jamie: Suppose it wasn't on purpose?

Vicky: What?

Jamie: What if Jake got rough with her? You know the guy. That's possible. You think he would just let Marley walk out of his life?

Vicky: Yeah -- yes, if he thought that he could get her back, he would.

Jamie: Yeah, but what if he thought he couldn't get her back? What if he thought Marley was leaving him for someone else? The guy can get nasty, Vicky, you know that.

Vicky: Not with Marley he wouldn't.

Jamie: Why -- why should she be an exception?

Vicky: Because he loves her, Jamie.

Jamie: Yeah, well, that might have changed real fast once he found out that she doesn't love him.

Vicky: Make your point.

Jamie: My point is, what if she had to defend herself?

Vicky: Marley wouldn't do that. She would just -- she would just run away.

Jamie: What if she couldn't? Maybe she decided to stand up to him. You know, she is not as -- as weak as people think she is.

Vicky: Jamie, that doesn't mean she would take out a gun and shoot him.

Jamie: Maybe she didn't have a choice.

Vicky: You know, if this is how your mind is working, you better keep your mouth shut. If any of these crazy ideas leak out it could really hurt Marley, Jamie.

Jamie: Vicky, I am asking you this because I want to help Marley.

Vicky: Just let me handle it. The fewer people involved, the better.

Jamie: I'm already involved. You said so yourself.

Vicky: Jamie, you want to help? Fine, just stop questioning everything that Marley tells you. Jamie, the last thing she needs right now is you, the one person she really trusts, to start doubting her.

Jamie: Yeah, you're right.

Vicky: Finally. Please just let me get some rest.

Jamie: I hope you're not holding out on me, Vicky.

Vicky: I'm not. Good night.

[Rain pouring]

Jamie: Who do you think did it?

Vicky: Beats me. Maybe you should start questioning your new little sister, Paulina. She might have some answers for you.

Jamie: She seems to be over him.

Vicky: Really? What is that saying? Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned. Think about it.

Dean: Whoa -- whoa, you're arresting me? Who's pressing charges here?

Reuben: You just shut up. You're only making things worse, man.

Officer Reilly: Good advice, Elvis, why don't you take it?

Dean: All right -- all right. You're right. He is right. Officer, you're right. What's your name?

Officer Reilly: Reilly.

Dean: Officer Reilly, look -- look, what happened here was just a case of overreaction, ok? I was overreacting.

Officer Reilly: You don't say?

Dean: I was sort of in a state of shock. Ok, I'm a -- I'm a musician. I'm a composer, see --

Officer Reilly: You look like a punk to me.

Paulina: Officer, I think there has been a misunderstanding here. This man's not a punk. He is a hard-working, dedicated musician. You see, he wrote this song and he was trying to sell it. Nobody was interested, at least they said they weren't, and then he heard it playing here tonight? He just snapped. I'm sure you can understand that.

Officer Reilly: Does he snap often?

Paulina: No, I can assure you this has never happened before.

Dean: Believe me, it will never happen again -- ever, ok.

Josie: Dean, don't make it worse, please.

Paulina: It was an accident. Can't you give him a break?

Officer Reilly: Well, what about the damages?

Paulina: We'd be happy to pay for the damages.

Officer Reilly: Oh, you'll pay for them ok, and your pal here is going to take a ride downtown to the station with me.

Paulina: Do you have to arrest him?

Dean: Look, Paulina, it's ok. I'm -- I'm sure that this kind gentleman and I can work something out, right?

Officer Reilly: You seem awful sure about that, Mozart.

Dean: Come on, we can work something out. Can't we? Huh?

Frankie: Anyway, Rachel said she thought that Paulina would give me a list of the people that Jake owed money to.

Cass: Great, first thing in the morning.

Frankie: Hmm, after I talk to Jake, because if he does come out of that coma I have to talk to him before they operate to remove that bullet. So what was I saying? Uh -- oh, yeah, you should have seen Rachel's face when I told her that you were representing Marley. It's like -- it's like she couldn't imagine anyone believing that Marley would shoot Jake, you know, and I have to say it I do agree with her there.

Cass: Honey, I'm off duty. How about you?

Frankie: What? I'm talking too much?

Cass: When it comes to work I'm still the boss, right?

Frankie: Right.

Cass: So I'm telling you to take the rest of the night off.

Frankie: But I -- I thought that you would want to hear about the case.

Cass: I do, but not now. It's after 9:00 and Anthony is not storming around the place and Dean is out with Josie and her friends. We've got our house to ourselves for the first time in a long time. So why don't we take advantage of it by letting me take advantage of you.

Frankie: Oh, Cass.

Cass: Come on, come on. Let's forget about the case for a little while and just concentrate on something which I find much more positive.

Frankie: Yeah?

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: Well, I think maybe we could redirect our energy.

Cass: Where should we redirect it?

Frankie: We can start here.

Cass: Good spot.

[Telephone rings]

[Telephone rings]

[Telephone rings]

Cass: What? I mean, hello.

Josie: Cass?

Cass: Yes, speaking.

Josie: Oh, thank goodness. It's Josie.

Cass: Josie, where are you?

Frankie: Josie? Is everything all right?

Cass: Is everything all right?

Josie: Not exactly.

Cass: Not exactly.

Frankie: Not exactly? What's the matter?

Cass: What's the matter?

Josie: We need you to come down to the police station right away.

Cass: They need me to come down to the police station right away.

Frankie: Why? What?

Cass: What -- why?

Josie: It's Dean. He's been arrested.

Frankie: What?

Michael: Just tell me what in the hell you were trying to pull here?

Ryan: I'm just asking your daughter some questions. That's it.

Michael: Asking or harassing?

Donna: Are you all right?

Michael: Look, just -- just tell me something. I mean, she shouldn't be answering any questions of yours without a lawyer present.

Ryan: She waived her right to have an attorney present. Besides, if she's telling the truth then she won't have any trouble, will she?

Michael: You seem to have a real penchant for messing with both my daughters, Ryan.

Ryan: I'm just trying to find out who shot Jake.

Donna: Well, it wasn't Marley, and there's no reason for you to use her as a scapegoat just because she happened to be married to him. I can't believe this --

Michael: I think I ought to call Cass right now. You know that?

Marley: No, I can handle this.

Michael: Honey, you should have a lawyer here.

Marley: Jake is dying inside and all of you seem to be forgetting that.

Ryan: Look, I -- I think we've covered enough ground for tonight. Thank you very much for your cooperation. I'll be in touch.

Donna: I'm sorry you have to go through this.

Michael: Honey, he's gone and I want you to level with me.

Marley: What do you mean?

Michael: About the shooting, about Jake. If you are holding back anything, I want you to --

Marley: Oh, please, not you, too.

Donna: Darling, your father just wants to help you.

Michael: You can trust me.

Marley: Nobody can help me, and --

Michael: Do you understand the police are going to find out who did that to Jake? They're going to find out.

Donna: He probably had it coming.

Marley: I can't -- just stop this. I can't take this. You're unbelievable, you two. I'm going to see Jake.

Donna: Well, you could've been a little more subtle.

Michael: Me?

Donna: I thought you were gonna take a searchlight and start grilling her.

Michael: Donna, I have lost one child recently. I'm not about to lose another.

Donna: But you can't get anywhere asking her questions like that. You upset her almost as much as Ryan did.

Michael: She knows something, Donna -- and she's not the only one. Victoria knows something and you know something. I can feel it. I don't know what it is, and I think you ought to tell me.

Donna: I've told you and police officer Harrison everything I know. When I left Visions, the company was barely scraping by and then a few weeks later, Jake started having money coming out of his ears. You know that, and I think that he got involved in something shady and he crossed the wrong person.

Michael: Oh, I see. So you think that Marley and Victoria had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Jake?

Donna: Only that once again Jake is tearing our family apart. And I'll tell you this much, whoever pulled that trigger, I wish they'd done a better job.

Reporter: Although there were signs of a struggle, there was no evidence of forced entry into McKinnon's loft. As of now, the police have not arrested anyone in connection with the shooting. However, our sources tell us that police have ruled out robbery as a motive.

Lucas: Well, Iris, I didn't realize you were so interested in Jake's fate.

Iris: What are you doing here?

Lucas: I'm working. The promotional campaign for the holiday issue?

Iris: Leave it on my desk.

Lucas: Iris, do you have the copy for the TV campaign? I -- I didn't get it back yet.

Iris: That's because I haven't given it to you. I haven't read it yet.

Lucas: Iris, we need it this afternoon. We need your ok.

Iris: I'll take care of it.

Lucas: You know, it's not like you to be casual about Cory business.

Iris: I'll get it to you tomorrow.

Lucas: Fine, all right.

Iris: Good night.

Lucas: What is bothering you?

Iris: Would you save your concerns for Felicia, please? Oh, that's right. She's still off in Africa, isn't she? No wonder you're here burning the midnight oil. No distractions, hmm?

Lucas: I think it's better for both of us if we leave Felicia out of this.

Iris: Well, you might have to permanently if she doesn't come back.

Lucas: She'll be back.

Iris: Oh, is that what she told you when she called? She did call, didn't she? Oh -- oh, not a good sign, Lucas.

[Telephone rings]

Iris: Iris Wheeler.

Ryan: Hi, this is Detective Ryan Harrison, Bay City Police. I'm investigating the McKinnon shooting.

Iris: Yes, could you hold on for a minute, please?

Ryan: Yes, I can.

Iris: Thank you. Would you mind, I'd like some privacy?

Lucas: See you tomorrow, Iris.

Iris: I'm sorry. How can I help you?

Ryan: I need to ask you some questions about Jake. I understand you did some business with him?

Iris: Yes, his company, Visions, did some promotional tapes for Cory Publishing.

Ryan: And that was the extent of your relationship?

Iris: Oh, yes. I hardly know the man.

Ryan: From what I hear, you knew him well enough to have some serious disagreements.

Iris: Who told you that?

Ryan: Well, we can discuss that in detail tomorrow morning. I would like to question you down at the station house. Would that be a problem?

Iris: Not at all. What time?

Ryan: How's 10 A.M.?

Iris: That's fine. I'll be there. Oh, I am happy to cooperate any way I can.

Matt: Should have known that Dean would be trouble.

Paulina: Why?

Matt: He is a Frame, number one.

Paulina: So, what does that mean? He's cursed?

Matt: Never mind. It's a long story.

Paulina: Well, I just hope they don't throw the book at him.

Matt: Well, he was pretty stupid back there.

Paulina: Well, I can understand why he got so crazy.

Matt: Oh, yeah -- yeah? You mind explaining it to me?

Paulina: Well, when you put your heart and soul into something -- something you can believe in, something that makes you proud, and then someone takes it away from you, it can be pretty devastating.

Matt: You see it that way?

Paulina: Someone getting rich off of his music. I think that's enough to make you want to smash things, yeah.

Matt: Ok, I mean it didn't get him anywhere except maybe in jail.

Paulina: Well, you know guys like that. They're always out to prove themselves. I think it's second nature for them to start swinging whenever anything goes wrong.

Matt: Mm-hmm and then he was mouthing off to the cop.

Paulina: Because he was too proud to admit he made a mistake.

Matt: He can't say, "I'm sorry"? I don't believe that.

Paulina: I'm not that much different, Matt.

Matt: You're completely different, Paulina.

Paulina: You don't know me very well.

Matt: Ok. You care about people. Dean does not care about anyone except himself.

Paulina: How could you say that? You just met the guy.

Matt: It's obvious. He trashed the jukebox, got everyone kicked out of Sassy's.

Paulina: All right -- all right, he wasn't thinking. He thought he was defending something that was his.

Matt: So, it's ok to go nuts if it's over art.

[Doorbell rings]

Matt: Excuse me.

Ryan: Hi.

Matt: Hi.

Ryan: You remember me from Paulina's party?

Matt: Oh -- yeah, yeah.

Ryan: Detective Ryan Harrison.

Matt: Come on in. Come in.

Ryan: Oh, good. I'm glad I -- I'm glad I caught you. I'm Detective Ryan Harrison.

Paulina: You want to speak to me?

Ryan: Yeah, I need to ask you a few questions about Jake McKinnon and his attempted murder.

Officer Reilly: So, Mr. Frame, you're a visitor here in Bay City.

Dean: That's right. I am just passing through on my way to New York.

Reuben: Yeah, he was going to meet some people in the big apple, you know, and make a record deal and make it to big time.

Officer Reilly: So on your way to the big time you're staying with your cousin and her husband.

Dean: Cass Winthrop, he's a lawyer.

Officer Reilly: They know you're down here?

Josie: Yeah, I've already called him and he's on his way.

Dean: That's right. He'll definitely -- he'll vouch for me.

Reuben: Yeah, I mean, officer, maybe we can work this out.

Officer Reilly: Busy, busy, busy.

Josie: Look, what if Dean agrees to pay for all the damages and I vouch for him as my cousin.

Officer Reilly: He's your cousin, too, huh? You got a lot of relatives, kid. Always someone there to bail you out, huh? Is that it?

Dean: No.

Josie: No.

Officer Reilly: Bad enough dealing with these street punks. At least they know when they've messed up.

Dean: Oh, yeah, and we don't?

Officer Reilly: I think you all got a real bad attitude. You don't show respect for a man's property. You don't show respect, period. You think this is some kind of joke, huh?

Dean: We're not laughing.

Officer Reilly: Not now, you're not.

Reuben: Officer, I really think that it's unfair that you judge us that easily.

Officer Reilly: You'd be surprised how easy it is, and you're lucky I didn't book you as an accessory.

Dean: All right, look, Officer Reilly, I know that you're a very busy man, right, and -- and we don't want to, you know, waste any more of your time than is necessary or waste the court's time. What do you say? Can we settle this?

Officer Reilly: Well, what do you have in mind?

Dean: I will pay damages. I'll give you an apology. You name it.

Officer Reilly: How about some time in the holding pen?

Dean: Why would taxpayers be punished for what I did? Not to mention the negative influence the cell mates would have on my future. I mean, I could turn to be one of those real criminal types, you know?

Officer Reilly: You know, you're really starting to get on my nerves, kid.

Dean: I think you're gonna have a real hard time locking me up on these charges, especially when Winthrop takes over -- especially.

Officer Reilly: Really?

Cass: Hello, officer, I'm Cass Winthrop.

Dean: Cass, get me out of here, man.

Josie: Thanks so much for coming down.

Cass: Evening, Josie. Reuben, are you in on this, too?

Reuben: Hey, man, I'm just a spectator.

Cass: Is Dean under arrest?

Officer Reilly: Destruction of property, disorderly conduct, resisting arrest.

Cass: That's a relief.

Dean: Yeah, that's -- that's his story. I can explain.

Cass: Don't.

Dean: Cass, come on, man. Set bail, get me out of here, do something -- come on.

Cass: Ok, I'll do something, Dean. Lock him up.

Ryan: Can you give me just a few moments alone with Paulina?

Matt: Don't you think it's kind of late? This could wait till tomorrow.

Ryan: I'm sorry, but a man's been shot and from the looks of things, I don't know if he's going to live.

Matt: It's that serious? Jake could die?

Ryan: Things look that bad. Do you mind?

Matt: Paulina, if you want me to stay with you --

Paulina: No -- no, I'm fine.

Matt: Are you sure?

Paulina: Go ahead. Thanks.

Matt: Ok, I'll be in the kitchen.

Paulina: So, what would you like to know?

Ryan: Well, tell me anything you know about the guy. You did work for him, right?

Paulina: Yes, I did. I worked for him for a few weeks. But I -- I quit my job over a month ago.

Ryan: Oh, why? Was there a problem?

Paulina: I guess you could say that. I -- I became quite attracted to Jake and he was involved with someone else, Marley Love, so it was an awkward situation.

Ryan: So Marley knew about your feelings for him.

Paulina: Yeah, I think everyone did.

Ryan: How did you break things off with Jake? Was it friendly?

Paulina: I think you could call it friendly, mm-hmm.

Ryan: Actually, I heard that you were avoiding him at the party.

Paulina: Well, Marley was there. It was tense.

Ryan: Actually, I heard that things were so bad that Mrs. Cory actually asked Jake to leave. It sounds a lot more than just tense to me. Were you angry with Jake for showing up on your special night with another woman?

Paulina: No. Marley is his fiancée, and I was over him by then anyway.

Ryan: But you were angry with him? I mean, he -- he led you on and the entire time he was planning on asking his ex-wife to remarry him.

Paulina: I don't think I said he led me on.

Ryan: But he did, didn't he?

Paulina: What are you suggesting?

Ryan: I need to know where you were Friday night between 8 and 9 P.M.

Marley: Is there any change?

Nurse: No, there is no change, Ms. Love.

Marley: Would you mind if I spend some time alone with him?

Nurse: I'll watch the monitors from the desk.

Marley: You look like you're sleeping. Do you think this is a bad dream? I certainly feel like it's a bad dream. I wish I would wake up.

Marley: I wanted it to work out, Jake. I really did. I just can't believe things went so wrong.

Jake: I'm starting to think I should have taken you up on your offer to go to the Riviera.

Marley: Well --

Jake: Did you have fun?

Marley: Mm-hmm. Yes, it was a wonderful time, special time.

Jake: I was surprised when you said you were coming back.

Marley: Why?

Jake: I just -- sounded like you were fighting it, and you wanted to be alone or something.

Marley: It passed.

Jake: What happened? Something changed your mind?

Marley: I just shouldn't have come back, I don't think, because I lied to myself and I lied to you.

Marley's voice: You're not listening to me, Jake. I will not marry you.

Jake: Honey, if you're mad because I said I want to elope, I can take the tickets back.

Marley: I will not ever marry you.

Jake: When you came and you said you wanted to start over, you wanted to make it work again, that was bull, huh?

Marley: No.

Jake: What started this? I want to know what started it being a lie.

Marley: You've done things.

Jake: I did things for you.

Marley: Oh, I used to believe that.

Jake: What do you mean you used believe it?

Marley: You don't lie to people that you love.

Jake: What's this? Jamie, Vicky, is that who poisoned you against me?

Marley: Jake, it is not always someone else's fault! You did this! You did it to yourself and you did it to me. And you, honey, did this to us.

Marley: I'm sorry this happened.

Jamie: Marley, wait.

Dean: I don't believe this. Come on, Cass. You're not going to let them lock me up.

Cass: I don't know what you think I can do, Dean.

Dean: You've got connections, man. Just use them for me.

Dean: You have been booked, and there isn't a judge in Bay City that I'd bother at this hour, not with this.

Officer Reilly: Looks like you're going to be our guest, Dean.

Cass: And I seem to recall that you and I had this agreement, young Dean, that you were going to stay out of trouble.

Dean: We do, Cass. It wasn't my fault, really.

Cass: Officer Reilly seems to disagree with that assessment. Besides, one night in the slammer isn't going to kill you.

Dean: Oh, Cass.

Cass: I'll see you in court, Dean, 9 A.M. Sharp. I'll see what I can do then. Sorry, guys, Dean's gonna have to sit this one out.

Dean: I thought you were gonna help me. Huh?

Cass: Keep him away from the frequent fliers, would you, please? He's not as tough as he thinks he is.

Officer Reilly: Don't worry. I've got an empty single. I'll keep an eye on him.

Cass: Thanks.

Officer Reilly: Ok.

Dean: Why don't you just stab me in the back while you're at it?

Reuben: He ain't stabbing you in the back, man. He's going to help you. He's going to represent you.

Dean: Oh, lawyers, they're all the same. They just want to know what's in it for them -- them -- them.

Officer Reilly: Let's go. The party's over.

Dean: All right.

Officer Reilly: Say good-bye.

Josie: Hey, are you gonna be ok?

Dean: Yeah, I'm -- yeah, I'll be fine.

Officer Reilly: Now that depends on a whole lot of things.

Josie: I can't believe that Cass didn't do anything.

Reuben: Well, he did. He let him stay here.

Josie: But why would he do something like that?

Reuben: I don't know, but whenever Winthrop does something he always has a reason for it.

Josie: I don't think he had to be quite so tough on him.

Reuben: Well, he's tough but he's fair. And look at me. I mean, he turned me around, right.

Josie: You know what? I almost completely forgot about that.

Reuben: You did?

Josie: Yeah.

Reuben: You don't think of me as some kind of parole jumper?

Josie: No. That was like a million years ago. You have come so far, Reuben.

Reuben: Yeah, well, so -- so did you. I mean, look at you. You put your face on the cover of a magazine like you used to always talk about when we were in New York together.

Josie: Yeah. Wonder where we'll be a year from now.

Reuben: I don't know. The sky's the limit, I guess. But right now we better call that guy in L.A. Remember that? He loves you.

Josie: Oh, come on, Reuben, you don't know that he loves me?

Reuben: Yes, I do. The man didn't throw away your picture, did he? Now, we have to take advantage of that.

Josie: Ok -- ok, but can we do it at the Frame farm because I want to be there in case my Mom calls.

Reuben: Ok. Do you think she's gonna come back?

Josie: She said she is. The question is who is she going to come back to, John or Grant?

Iris: I'm waiting for the surgical ICU, thank you.

Yes, I was wondering if you could give me some information about a patient, Jake McKinnon. He's still in a coma. I see. Oh -- look, I wanted to send him some flowers or something. Could you give me his room number? Thank you so much.

Lucas: You wanted me to buy you some time? You're really going to need it now. The printers just walked out.

Iris: I thought they were at the bargaining table.

Lucas: Well, they couldn't reach an agreement. You know, we're not even gonna see the separations on the next issue until this thing is over, Iris.

Iris: I can't deal with it now.

Lucas: What do you mean you can't deal with it? You have to. Look, if this -- even if they're up and running by next week, "Brava" and "Sophisticate" are going to be late. That breaks the agreement with our advertisers. We need a new printer.

Iris: Fine, then we'll get a new printer.

Lucas: Well, who do you want to go with, Iris?

Iris: I can't think about it now. I've got an urgent appointment.

Lucas: Something that takes precedent over Cory business? I mean, what could be that important?

Iris: I'm sorry, darling, but that is no longer any of your damn business.

Paulina: I was here all night. Rachel, Amanda, Hilda, they can all verify that.

Ryan: So you never left the house?

Paulina: No -- oh, I went for a walk, but I -- I never left the property.

Ryan: Were you by yourself?

Paulina: During my walk?

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Paulina: Yeah.

Ryan: All right, then can you tell me anybody else who might have been angry with Jake?

Paulina: You mean creditors, people like that?

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Paulina: No, I -- I only worked for him a very short time.

Ryan: What about Iris Wheeler?

Paulina: Well, I know she hired Jake to do a promotional tape for "Brava," but that's all I know.

Ryan: I heard she cracked the whip pretty hard.

Paulina: Yeah, she did, but Jake took it. Iris is his biggest, wealthiest account.

Ryan: So if she gave him so much money, then how come he was down the tubes financially?

Paulina: Jake is a big spender.

Ryan: See, what I don't get is that one minute he's rich, the next minute he's poor. First, he's buying cars and then he's getting all of his equipment repossessed, and then he's buying everything back again. How do you think that happened?

Paulina: Maybe he doesn't know how to handle his money.

Ryan: Maybe his source temporarily dried up.

Paulina: You know, I think Marley would be a lot better at answering these questions. I was fired, remember?

Ryan: I thought you quit.

Paulina: Well, same difference.

Ryan: Yeah, right. Well, listen, if you -- if you come up with anything else, please give me a call.

Paulina: I will.

Ryan: Thank you.

Paulina: Officer Harrison, there is one person who might be able to help you out.

Ryan: Who's that?

Paulina: Vicky Hudson. She was furious with Jake the night of my party and then again at Tops. But of course, you were there, weren't you? So you would already know this.

Frankie: What happened? Is Dean ok?

Cass: Yeah, he's fine.

Frankie: Then where is he? Is Josie bringing him home?

Cass: No, he's still down at the station.

Frankie: You mean you couldn't get him out? He's stuck there?

Cass: All night.

Frankie: Oh, man. Oh, I knew I should have gone with you. I could've helped you.

Cass: You really weren't dressed for it.

Frankie: Oh, Dean is stuck in that awful place. I have to go see him.

Cass: They're not going to let you in right now.

Frankie: Well, maybe I could get the charges dropped.

Cass: Listen to me, Frankie. Dean got into a little mess tonight. He was arrested for trashing a jukebox at Sassy's.

Frankie: What?

Cass: Yeah, he said some song came on that he had written that some guy had stolen from him.

Frankie: Well, he's probably telling the truth. He's always been very talented.

Cass: Well, that doesn't change the fact that he and I had a deal. He wasn't going to break any laws if I didn't turn him over to the cops for hot-wiring my car.

Frankie: Wait a minute. You said that you couldn't get him out. You chose not to get him out.

Cass: That's right. Dean broke his word. If you and I let him get away with it this time, he'll do it again, and again, and again. We'll never get the kid to straighten out.

Frankie: But he's not allowed a few mistakes.

Cass: Not as big as this.

Frankie: So what's going to happen?

Cass: I'll bail him out in the morning, but I want him to spend tonight wondering if I will.

Frankie: Oh, and you think that's going to help him, making him feel like that no one wants to help him or --

Cass: Listen, Dean has got to learn a few basics. If he plays, he pays. If he loses his temper, it's going to cost him. Come on, I need you to back me on this. Honey, you know I'm right.

Frankie: Dean is not the only one that's going to be alone tonight.

Cass: Frankie.

[Phone ringing]

Vicky: Hello.

Michael: Hi, Vicky, it's me.

Vicky: Oh. Hi, Dad.

Michael: Look, I'm at the hospital and I need to talk to you. I was wondering if after I take your Mom home, can I come by and talk?

Vicky: Actually I'm -- I'm really beat. Can it wait until tomorrow?

Michael: No, I cannot put this off a moment longer. Look, Ryan was over here grilling your sister and I found her in tears, and I happen to be really, really worried and she won't open up to me.

Vicky: Is she with Jake?

Michael: Yes, she is.

Vicky: It's just that she's been spending a lot of hours sitting with him.

Michael: Yeah, and I think you know why.

Vicky: They used to be married. Isn't that enough?

Michael: No -- no, it isn't because you and your sister are being way too careful about what you're saying about Jake and I think you're hiding something.

Vicky: This -- this is great. The one time I'm -- I'm careful and you think I'm harboring some -- some deep secret. Dad, I just don't think now is a good time to start telling the world that I hated the guy.

Michael: Don't be flip, Vicky. It only convinces me that I'm right.

Vicky: Well, you're not this time.

Michael: Well, then why are you so defensive? Look, I'm going to find out the truth one way or the other, all right? I was just hoping that you could help me because I have the resources to find out what's going on if I really want to.

Vicky: Dad, just relax, ok? Nobody is hiding anything from you.

Michael: I wish I could believe that.

Vicky: Listen, I've got to go. My doorbell is ringing and ,um, I -- I've just got to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok? Bye.

Ryan: Boy, it's really coming down out there.

Vicky: You are dripping on my floor.

Ryan: Where would you like me to drip?

Vicky: Why were you harassing my sister?

Ryan: I wasn't harassing her. I was just questioning her. So why are you treating me like the bad guy? I didn't shoot Jake.

Vicky: Why are you here?

Ryan: I used to have a friend who lived here. Is that still true?

Donna: You just don't know when to stop, Jake. You push too hard.

Nurse: I've never seen you in here before.

Donna: I was his -- he was married to my daughter.

Nurse: Marley was in here earlier.

Donna: I won't stay long.

Vicky: Try this on if you're cold.

Ryan: Whose is this, Jamie's?

Vicky: My father's.

Ryan: Thanks. I didn't realize I had gotten so soaked.

Been a hell of a night.

Vicky: Been a hell of a week.

Ryan: You look exhausted.

Vicky: Oh, how charming of you to say so.

Ryan: You know, you really do need someone to take care of you.

Vicky: Oh, no -- no. I haven't needed that for years.

Ryan: Oh, I think you still do. It's not a wrong way to feel. You should stop acting so brave.

Vicky: Well, it's -- it's just a hard habit to break, kind of like thinking like a cop all the time.

Ryan: You think we could forget that I'm a cop.

Vicky: I could.

Ryan: You think you could forget the fact that I'm investigating an attempted murder and that the victim is your sister's ex-husband?

Vicky: Ryan, I can't afford to forget that.

Ryan: Even for a little while?

Vicky: It's a lot to forget.

Ryan: Would this help?

Vicky: Could.

Ryan: Let's try, Vicky. Let's try.

Vicky: Ryan, if I can forget what you do, can you? Hmm?

Ryan: We won't know until we try. Let's try, Vicky, for tonight. Let's just forget everything.

Jamie: Marley, I've been looking everywhere for you.

Marley: Jamie, go away.

Jamie: Look, it's freezing out here. Come inside.

Marley: No.

Jamie: Marley, what did you mean in there?

Marley: What?

Jamie: That you didn't mean what happened to Jake.

Marley: Please don't do this, Jamie.

Jamie: You can tell me whatever happened. You can trust me with any of your secrets. I won't tell anyone.

Marley: I can't talk about it. Just don't ask me to.

Jamie: Marley, for the record, I don't buy that story you told everyone about Jake taking your breakup like a prince. He gets angry. He gets angrier when he's desperate. In the last few weeks he was -- he was desperate about -- he was all wound up. Marley, you have to tell me. What did Jake do to you?

Marley: Ok. I'll tell you.

Michael: Finally, where have you been?

Donna: I went to look for Marley.

Michael: Any luck?

Donna: I don't think she wants to be found, and I want to go home --


Nurse: Code blue, room three, cardiac arrest.

Michael: Room three, that's Jake.

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