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Another World Transcript Friday 10/6/06

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John: Taylor?

Taylor: John, I was just trying to call you.

John: Have you spoken to Sharlene or heard from her since she left?

Taylor: No, I was hoping maybe you had.

John: No, no, of course not. No one has -- Josie, Frankie.

Taylor: Well, there is one other possibility. She may have contacted Grant Harrison.

Grant: How are the exit polls?

Man: Race is extremely close, congressman. Much closer than we predicted.

Grant: Hmm. Well, that's ok. We're going to pull it out. I'm feeling very confident. Not to worry, Martin. Excuse me. Jessica.

Jessica: Oh, there you are.

Grant: And how is my favorite assistant D.A.?

Jessica: Great. I just came by to wish you luck.

Grant: Well, I'm going to need a lot of that.

Jessica: Yeah? How's it going?

Grant: Well, it's a little bit early to tell, but like those TV reporters like to say, "a little too close to call."

Jessica: We need you, Grant. Your re-election means a lot to this party, to this state.

Grant: That's nice of you to say that, Jessica.

Jessica: Well, I mean it.

Grant: Hey, listen, come on in. Meet some of my people, all right?

Jessica: Uh, not -- not yet. First, can I talk to you for a minute?

Grant: Sure, of course.

Jessica: Grant, I know your brother Ryan is handling the Jake McKinnon shooting.

Grant: Yes, he is.

Jessica: I need to know why he's not making an arrest. Is it for personal reasons?

Ryan: Look, just relax. I'll take care of the captain, ok?

Rachel: Detective Harrison?

Ryan: Hello.

Rachel: Hello.

Ryan: This is my partner, Officer Morales.

Carlos: Pleased to meet you, Ms. Cory.

Rachel: How do you do? Would either of you like anything?

Ryan: No, thank you.

Rachel: All right, that'll be all. Thank you, Hilda.

Ryan: We appreciate you seeing us on such short notice.

Rachel: Is this about Jake McKinnon?

Ryan: And Paulina Cory.

Rachel: I thought you had already questioned Paulina.

Ryan: Yes, we did, but we need to verify what she said so we'd appreciate your cooperation.

Lucas: I'll put it right here for the time being.

Iris: Where's the receipt?

Lucas: Don't worry, I have it.

Iris: Is it predated?

Lucas: That's what you asked for.

Iris: May I have it?

Lucas: Aren't you going to look at your acquisition?

Iris: Yes, of course I'm going to look at it, but I just want to make sure the receipt is safely tucked away.

Lucas: Not so fast, Iris.

Iris: What are you doing?

Lucas: I want to know exactly why this is so important to you.

Dean: Yeah, but you see in the cell right next to me, there were two winos, a pickpocket, and a three-card monte shill.

Frankie: : There's a song in there somewhere.

Dean: Oh, you think it's funny?

Frankie: : I think it's over.

Dean: It didn't have to happen in the first place, Frankie.

Frankie: : You smashed a jukebox, Dean. That's a no-no.

Dean: I -- I didn't need to spend the night in the slammer.

Frankie: : Oh, Cass thought you did.

Dean: What, just to teach me a lesson?

Frankie: : He -- it's not as if he doesn't care, you know, he was down at that courthouse first thing this morning getting you released.

Dean: Oh, big deal. Big deal.

Frankie: : He could have left you in there with the winos, you know?

Dean: I thought that you guys wanted to help me.

Frankie: : Nobody asked you to smash a juke.

Dean: I was damn mad, Frankie. I was mad.

Frankie: No kidding.

Dean: I don't like being ripped off.

Frankie: It's a tough deal, Dean, I know that.

Dean: I sent my songs to that punk's manager and they lied to me.

Frankie: : There were other ways of handling the situation. Losing it doesn't change a thing.

Dean: You don't understand.

Frankie: I want to. I really do want to.

Dean: I know that you do. I know that you do. You've always been so good to me, and here I am -- I'm giving you a hard time, I'm staying at your house, I'm eating your food.

Frankie: Hey, you've got no money and no collections. What am I supposed to do, throw you out?

Dean: Well, I'm going to get money. I'm going to get a lot of money. You can bank on that.

Frankie: And you're going to have to because Sassy's is looking to collect damages.

Dean: They are?

Frankie: : Yeah, don't worry about it. Cass is going to stall them for a little while.

Dean: Oh, wow. Well then, I'd better get going.

Frankie: Yeah?

Dean: Yeah.

Frankie: Where?

Dean: To Chicago.

Frankie: What's in Chicago?

Dean: Studios. Well, it's not like New York or L.A., but there's a little action there.

Frankie: Dean, you're not going anywhere.

Iris: I told you, this piece is an investment.

Lucas: Let's talk about the bill of sale, Iris. Why did you want it predated?

Iris: Tax purposes, remember?

Lucas: You don't expect me to swallow that, do you?

Iris: Why on earth not?

Lucas: Because you don't worry about taxes. You have a battery of accountants who do that.

Iris: Look, what are you getting at?

Lucas: I want to find out why you wanted people to think you spent $250,000 before you actually did.

Iris: Well, if there was a reason, do you really think that you've got a right to know about it?

Lucas: Iris, I'm a party to this now.

Iris: Look, there was a time when I shared everything with you. You rejected that and you rejected me for that woman who obviously prefers her husband and cavorting around in Africa with her rhinos and the news.

Lucas: We're talking about you.

Iris: Have you heard from her yet?

Lucas: We're talking about the receipt, Iris.

Iris: When everybody else wanted to run you out of town, who was there for you?

Lucas: You were, but what's the point of that?

Iris: The point of it is, darling, that I gave you my devotion and my concern, and you repaid me by breaking off the engagement and sleeping with Felicia. Don't you think that you owe me just this little favor?

Lucas: Iris, are you doing something shady with this?

Iris: Lucas, I owe you nothing. Not even an explanation.

Vivien: Mr. Clarence said Mr. Lucas arrived with an objet d'art.

Iris: Well, Mr. Clarence is right. Both he and the object are here.

Vivien: Does this mean that you two are --

Iris: No, it certainly does not mean -- Vivien.

Vivien: Sorry, I'm sorry. [Gasps] Oh, Mr. Lucas, it's beautiful.

Iris: Um, it's covered, Vivien. Why don't you take off the cloth?

Vivien: Oh. [Laughs] You're not serious, are you? You didn't buy this, did you?

Iris: What's wrong with it?

Vivien: Well, we're talking ugly here. It doesn't go with the room, it doesn't go with the world.

Iris: I disagree, Vivien. I think it's absolutely perfect.

Ryan: It's not a question of believing or disbelieving Paulina.

Rachel: What is it a question of?

Ryan: It's police procedure. We just need to double-check to make sure no mistakes have been made.

Rachel: All right, what can I do for you?

Ryan: Was Paulina here the night of the shooting?

Rachel: She was.

Ryan: Did you talk?

Rachel: She was with me.

Ryan: Do you remember what you talked about?

Rachel: She was upset because she had misplaced something that belonged to her father.

Ryan: Oh, so she was tense? On edge?

Rachel: I just said she was upset.

Ryan: When did this conversation take place?

Rachel: About 9:30.

Ryan: P.M.?

Rachel: Yes. My housekeeper had come down to tell me that my grandchildren were still awake. They go to sleep at about eight.

Ryan: So Paulina was here until about 9:30?

Rachel: Yes, she was.

Ryan: Ah. Were you with her the entire time?

Rachel: No. No, I wasn't.

Ryan: Did you notice that she left the house at any point?

Rachel: Well, I thought she had, but I was wrong.

Ryan: What do you mean?

Rachel: She had gone out for a walk around the grounds.

Ryan: So when was the last time that you talked to her when she came back?

Rachel: I believe that was probably around 11.

Ryan: Do you know when she took this walk?

Rachel: I have no way of knowing; I was up with the children.

Ryan: So, 9:30. I'm going to shift gears here. As I understand it, Paulina not only worked with Jake but also had a close personal relationship with him as well.

Rachel: That had been over.

Ryan: Do you know how close they were?

Rachel: Well, I'm afraid you would have to ask Paulina that.

Ryan: Mrs. Cory, I know that this must be a bother for you, but it's important that I get as much information about Paulina as possible.

Paulina: Why? What do you want?

Dean: What's the problem, Frankie?

Frankie: I just think it would be a good idea if you stayed here for a while.

Dean: Well, it's -- wait. Ok. This is a prison, right? This is -- no, it's a slammer without the winos.

Frankie: But it has a kitchen and they don't serve tofu burgers in jail.

Dean: Oh, great. Do I get to exercise for five minutes on the lawn?

Frankie: Would you lighten up, please? I just think that after you blew your top so wildly last night that you'd look forward to chill out a little while, ok?

Dean: What's a little while?

Frankie: Maybe in a few days we'll all go to Chicago.

Dean: Oh, yeah. Me with Cass? No, I don't think so.

Frankie: Oh, come on, Dean.

Dean: Frankie, listen. I'm leaving now, ok? Unless, of course, you want to call 911 and get me arrested all over again.

Frankie: See, I know that I don't have to do that because at best you've got, what, 20 bucks? And you couldn't get to Chicago even if you wanted to unless you walked. Hmm?

Dean: All right. You're right. I'm just blowing off steam after last night. I'll hang out here. You're right. You're right. As long as you don't fence me up or tie me down.


Frankie: You know, I could do worse than that.

Dean: What?

Frankie: I could tell all your new friends that we used to call you Deanie boy.

Dean: Oh, you wouldn't.

Frankie: Little Deanie boy!

Dean: No.

Frankie: I would, I would.

[Doorbell rings]

Frankie: Oh, boy. Hey!

Stacey: Frankie!

Frankie: Sis, how are you?

Stacey: Hey, all right! How you doing? You look great.

Frankie: So do you. Hey, I want you to meet somebody. This is my baby cousin.

Dean: Hey.

Stacey: Hi. Stacey Winthrop.

Dean: Winthrop.

Stacey: Yeah, Cass' sister.

Dean: Oh, Cass' sister. Oh. That must be some tough job. I'll see you.

Stacey: Cute kid, how old? Just kidding.

Frankie: Dean hasn't had much of a life, and Cass thinks I'm going too easy on him.

Stacey: Oh, he does? Cass? You know, the biggest spoiled brat of the century.

Frankie: Which is probably why he's so hard on him.

Stacey: He is?

Frankie: Yeah, but things are getting a little better now, I think. What are you doing here?

Stacey: Oh, Cass gave me a call. He said that he wanted me to help out with the workload.

Frankie: Oh, you could help like crazy.

Stacey: Is he around?

Frankie: No, he's with Marley. That case is taking up all his time.

Stacey: Do the police really think that Marley shot Jake?

Frankie: Unless Ryan Harrison comes up with another suspect with a motive, things look real bad for that girl.

Rachel: Paulina, they're just doing their job. They had some other questions to ask you.

Paulina: I've already told you everything I know.

Ryan: You seem awfully upset about this.

Paulina: Of course I'm upset.

Ryan: Any particular reason?

Paulina: I just recently became a member of this family. I don't want them to think they made a mistake in accepting me, but you come around here asking me questions about a murder.

Ryan: You know, where I come from, family is family no matter what they do.

Paulina: Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?

Ryan: I'm just trying to find out everything I can about anyone who had anything to do with Jake McKinnon.

Paulina: I knew him; I didn't shoot him.

Ryan: Did I say you did?

Paulina: I was here the night he was shot.

Ryan: All night?

Rachel: That's what I said.

Ryan: When was the last time you talked to Jake McKinnon?

Paulina: I saw him that day.

Ryan: Day he was shot.

Paulina: Yes, in the afternoon. I ran into him at Tops.

Ryan: Did you talk to him?

Paulina: Briefly. Is there anything else?

Ryan: No. That'll be all -- for now. Excuse me. Actually, there is one more thing. I'm sorry.

Paulina: What?

Ryan: We found some pretty sophisticated surveillance equipment at the loft. Do you know why Jake would have something like that?

Paulina: No, I don't.

Ryan: So you have no knowledge as to --

Paulina: I have no knowledge of a whole lot of things about Jake.

Ryan: So, as far as you know, Jake was never hired to do any surveillance work?

Paulina: I keep telling you I don't know.

Ryan: Ok. Mrs. Cory.

Ryan: So what do you think?

Carlos: Pretty angry lady. Nervous.

Ryan: Yeah. Especially for someone who has nothing to hide.

Carlos: I guess she figures her whole future in that family is on the line.

Ryan: Maybe I should go around back, check out some of the --

Carlos: Ryan, you know what the captain wants.

Ryan: Yeah.

Carlos: He'll have your butt just for talking to this --

Ryan: Look, you made your point, Carlos. I know what the captain wants.

Carlos: He said that if you don't make a case against Marley McKinnon today --

Ryan: I'm just trying to do the right thing.

Carlos: You don't want it to be Vicky's sister. I know that. But the captain does, too.

Ryan: I'm just trying to do my job, damn it. Now, come on. We got another stop to make.

Carlos: Marley.

Ryan: Not yet.

John: The letter that she left was just -- I don't know.

Taylor: You never told me what it said.

John: Just that she wanted some time to herself and not to come looking for her.

Taylor: Did she mention when she was planning to come back?

John: No, not a word about that.

Taylor: Well, look, I'm sure after she's had some time to think --

John: Why couldn't she think here?

Taylor: She felt too much outside pressure, John.

John: Because of me?

Taylor: Look --

John: I can't believe this, Taylor. My pregnant wife leaves for who knows where. God only knows when she's going to be back. What am I supposed to do, just take it in stride?

Taylor: No, no, no.

John: I want her to call me, Taylor. I want her to call and tell me where she is and how she is.

Taylor: I know.

Donna: John? Hi, I'm sorry I'm interrupting.

John: No, no, not at all. Donna, this is Dr. Taylor Benson. This is my sister-in-law, Donna Hudson.

Donna: Oh, hi. You're Sharlene's psychiatrist, aren't you?

Taylor: Mm-hmm, yes, that's right.

Donna: Oh, I'm so glad to meet you. John and Sharlene have spoken so highly of you.

Taylor: Oh, I'm glad. John, I'll call you later, all right?

John: Sure.

Taylor: Bye.

Donna: Bye.

Donna: Any word?

John: No, no.

Donna: Oh, John, I'm so sorry.

John: Is that why you're here?

Donna: Yes, it is. I wanted to see how you were and I wanted to see how Jake was. After last night, I wanted to make sure there was no change in his condition.

John: He's still in a coma.

Donna: He could die any minute, couldn't he?

John: Donna, has something happened?

Donna: The police are trying to prove that Marley did it.

John: What?

Donna: It's a nightmare, John.

John: Is there something I can do?

Donna: Yes, actually, there is. Why don't you come over and have a drink with us tonight? I know Michael wants to talk to you, and it would be good for you, too.

John: You're right, you're right. It might be. Yeah, of course I will. What time?

Donna: 6:00?

John: Sure. Then I'll be there.

[Pager beeps]

Donna: All right. I'll see you then.

John: See you later.

Donna: Dr. Benson, excuse me.

Taylor: Sure.

Donna: I just wanted to say how glad I am to finally have met you.

Taylor: Well, thank you.

Donna: John is going through such a terrible time.

Taylor: I know. I wish I could do more to help.

Donna: We all do.

Taylor: Well, will you excuse me?

Donna: Mm-hmm. Oh, excuse me. I just invited John to our house tonight to have cocktails with me and my husband. Would you like to join us?

Taylor: Uh, tonight?

Donna: Well, John tells me that you really don't know too many people in the community.

Taylor: Well, that's true.

Donna: Well, I don't want you to think we're a cold lot here in Bay City, and you've done so much for John, and he thinks the world of you, and -- I don't know. He just doesn't have too many people that he's that close to. Please join us.

Taylor: Well, I'd be happy to. Thank you. Is there something that I could...

Frankie: : Vicky called Cass immediately, and that's where we are now.

Stacey: Does Jamie know about this?

Frankie: : It's no secret.

Stacey: The police really have a case?

Frankie: : Well, Marley swears up and down that she's innocent, but there are some major holes in her story.

Stacey: She wouldn't lie, not about killing someone. I don't care what kind of hole she has in her story, I believe her.

Frankie: I do, too.

Stacey: It's just there had to be somebody else in the loft that night.

Frankie: Mm-hmm. You know, the planets were really weird that night.

Stacey: The what?

Frankie: I did an astrological chart of the night of the shooting and the planets were way out of whack. Mars and Pluto were all messed up, which means passions are running high -- it certainly accounts for the shooting. And actually it accounts for Donna's behavior, too.

Stacey: What are you talking about?

Frankie: Oh, earlier that night Donna came by here asking Cass and I to investigate Jake -- insisting upon it.

Stacey: She did?

Frankie: Yeah, but Cass wouldn't do it unless Michael knew about it.

Stacey: And of course Michael didn't.

Frankie: : Mm-mm.

Stacey: So what did Donna do?

Frankie: Took off.

Stacey: Sure would like to know where she went.

Frankie: So would I. Maybe we should find out.

Donna: So, I'll see you tonight? 6:00?

Taylor: Fine, thanks.

Donna: Bye-bye.

Taylor: Bye.

Grant: Well, you certainly don't have to leave on my account, Mrs. Hudson.

Donna: I'm not. I just wanted to get to the polls to vote before they closed.

Grant: Ah, I see.

Donna: For your opponent, that is.

Grant: Well, he's a good man. I hope he has better luck in his running for office next time.

Donna: Actually, I think he's going to do pretty well this time. My husband and I have donated a huge amount of money to his campaign.

Grant: Yes, so I've heard.

Donna: Not to mention all the connections we're using to make sure that you lose. You should have listened to us, congressman.

Grant: I'm going to win this election, Mrs. Hudson. You and your husband don't have the power to --

Taylor: Shouldn't you be at campaign headquarters, congressman?

Grant: I came here to talk to you, Dr. Benson, about Sharlene. Have you heard from her?

Taylor: I have an appointment.

Grant: So you don't want to answer my question, is that it?

Taylor: How very astute of you, congressman.

Grant: Oh, why don't you get off this Joan of Arc routine that you're on?

Taylor: I'm busy.

Grant: Ah, you're just glad that Sharlene is gone, is what you are.

Taylor: I don't know what you're talking about.

Grant: Well, now you can make a beeline right for John, that's what.

Taylor: Would you excuse me, please?

Grant: Well, I would say cocktails tonight with the Hudsons and maybe dinner and dancing tomorrow night? Yeah.

Taylor: I don't have time for this.

Grant: Well, listen, don't be offended, Dr. Benson. I'm on your side, remember?

Excuse me.

Nurse: May I help you?

Grant: May I use your telephone, please?

Nurse: You're Grant Harrison, aren't you?

Grant: Yes, and I have to call campaign headquarters.

Nurse: Oh, go right ahead.

Grant: Great, thank you.

Nurse: Good luck today.

Grant: Thank you.

Yeah, it's Grant. What's up? How's it going?

Nurse: Debbie, have you seen Dr. Hudson?

Debbie: Why?

Nurse: His wife just called with a message.

Debbie: Oh, he just left.

Nurse: Oh, ok. Well, I'll leave it in his box.

Vivien: Thank you, Mr. Clarence. Officer Harrison and his partner are ascending.

Iris: Thank you, Vivien. Lucas, you'll have to leave.

Lucas: What's Harrison doing here?

Iris: That's no longer any of your concern, remember?

Ryan: Mrs. Wheeler.

Iris: Come in, officer.

Ryan: This is my partner, Officer Morales.

Iris: How do you do? And I think you know Lucas.

Lucas: How's it going, Ryan?

Ryan: Slowly.

Lucas: Oh. Well, I'll let you folks alone.

Iris: Good-bye, darling.

Lucas: Bye.

Iris: Well, what about some tea all around and some of those delicious buns of yours, Vivien?

Vivien: Buns?

Iris: Mm-hmm.

Vivien: Right.

Iris: I'm so glad that you were able to see clear and accommodate me by coming here.

Ryan: No problem.

Iris: Please sit down.

Now, what are these questions you want to ask me?

Ryan: Questions about the shooting.

Iris: Oh, yes. That was just so dreadful, absolutely dreadful. Well, I'll be delighted to help any way I can.

Ryan: I'm glad to hear that, Mrs. Wheeler.

Iris: Although I doubt that I can give you anything of importance.

Ryan: Well, I had asked you for some copies of your financial transactions with Mr. McKinnon.

Iris: Oh, you did. Of course you did. Now, I've got everything all together over here. Uh-huh, all the records of Jake McKinnon's, you know, work at "Brava" or "Sophisticate."

Ryan: Thanks.

Iris: I'm sure you'll find everything in order.

Ryan: And if it's not, we'll let you know.

Iris: Anything else?

Ryan: Yes. Why were you at the hospital last night?

Iris: I told you.

Ryan: I checked it out. There was no board meeting at the hospital last night.

Iris: Is that what you thought I said -- that I was at a board meeting?

Ryan: Didn't you?

Iris: [Chuckling] No, no, no, no, no, not at all. I was following through on some board business.

Ryan: And not to see Jake.

Iris: I hardly knew the man.

Ryan: Even though you hired him for all these jobs?

Iris: Well, I hired him twice, although they didn't amount to much -- the jobs.

Ryan: I guess you were unhappy with his work.

Iris: Well, I wasn't very impressed, I must be honest. So that's why Cory Publishing eventually took their business elsewhere.

Ryan: You know, I talked to Jake's neighbor. He said that you two had had a few arguments at the loft?

Iris: Well, his neighbor was mistaken.

Ryan: He said that a few of those arguments had gotten quite heated. He said it was -- sure it was you. He recognized you from the papers. Kind of a nosy fellow, a Mr. Chris White?

Iris: I don't know any Chris White.

Ryan: He lived across the hallway. Well, like I said, he's sort of a nosy fellow. But, then again, Jake's door was always open, so, uh -- but he was sure it was you.

Iris: Oh, I know.

Ryan: Oh, you know what?

Iris: I know what it was. Oh, I feel dreadful saying this with Jake lying there half dead in hospital, but we did have an argument -- I'd forgotten -- about the quality of his work.

Ryan: And his work hadn't come up to your expectations.

Iris: No, it certainly had not, and I told him.

Ryan: So you took your business elsewhere?

Iris: Well, we had to.

Ryan: Jake didn't like that.

Iris: Well, would you? I mean, Cory Publishing is one of the prestigious accounts.

Ryan: So you would describe your relationship with Jake as antagonistic?

Iris: Officer, apart from what I've just described, there was no relationship with Jake McKinnon.

Ryan: I see.

Iris: Well, any more questions?

Ryan: Yes, actually, there is one more question. These jobs for Cory Publishing, what kind of equipment would they require?

Iris: Equipment? Oh, I have no idea.

Ryan: Well, I was just wondering if any of the work that Jake did for you would require a surveillance device.

Iris: Surveillance equipment? Of course not.

Ryan: You're positive?

Iris: The work we commissioned Jake for was a promotional video.

Ryan: I see.

Iris: But I have no idea about his other line of work.

Ryan: I never said Jake had any other line of work, at least not yet.

Iris: Oh.

Ryan: Well, I'm sure we're going to find out a whole lot about what Jake did with his time.

Iris: Oh, I'm sure you are.

Ryan: If you'll excuse us, Carlos and I are running a little bit behind.

Iris: Well, I've got no idea what happened to Vivien and the tea --

Ryan: Well, I don't think we're going to have any time for tea. I've got to see my brother Grant -- check out his campaign.

Iris: Officer, will you please tell him that I gave him my vote?

Ryan: I'll do that.

Iris: And if there's anything else.

Ryan: Actually, I'm sorry, if you'll indulge me. There is one more question.

Iris: Only one?

Ryan: Jake had incurred an awful lot of debt that he was paying back just before he was shot. But I was looking at your reports and Cory didn't pay him all that much.

Iris: No, he never earned top dollar, no.

Ryan: Any idea where he got his money from?

Iris: Oh, I -- I couldn't say.

Ryan: No idea?

Iris: Well, look, there was a rumor that he was receiving money from his fiancée.

Ryan: Marley.

Iris: Yes, Marley. Now that I think about it, when I mentioned it to her, she was terribly upset.

Ryan: Well, thanks for all your time.

Iris: Not at all.

Ryan: It's interesting. When you ask people about Jake, they get real nervous.

Carlos: But the case always seems to come back to Marley.

Rachel: Are you all right?

Paulina: Yes, I'm fine.

Rachel: Paulina, they were just doing their job.

Paulina: I already told them everything I know, and I just hate them coming around here bothering you all.

Rachel: We can take it. They have to find out who did this.

Hilda: Mrs. Cory?

Rachel: Yes, Hilda.

Hilda: A young man -- says he's a friend of Paulina's.

Dean: Yeah, that's right, hi.

Paulina: Hey.

Dean: Hi. I wanted to give you a call, you know, and thank you for all your help the other night. But then I figured, "hey, do it in person. Why not?" This is a great place.

Rachel: Are you going to introduce me --

Paulina: I -- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Dean, this is --

Dean: You're Rachel, right?

Rachel: Yes.

Dean: Yeah. I'm Dean, Dean Frame. Hey.

Rachel: Are you related to the Frames that live here in Bay City?

Dean: Ah, sure, yeah. Cousins.

Paulina: Dean's staying out with Cass and Frankie.

Rachel: Oh. They're good friends of ours.

Dean: Oh, yeah. Good people, good people. Wait, now -- you were married to my uncle, right?

Rachel: Yes. And who was your father?

Dean: Henry, Henry Frame.

Rachel: I don't know him.

Dean: Well, you know, my Dad -- he didn't stay in one place long enough to get to know a lot of people. But I'm looking forward to meeting Jamie.

Rachel: Well, good. Are you going to be staying long?

Dean: I'm just passing through. Thought I'd say hello to Frankie, check out the new husband.

Rachel: [Laughing] You like Cass.

Dean: Oh, he's great. He's a great guy.

Rachel: Good. Well, I've been meaning to have them over for dinner, and now that you're here, maybe we'll do that very soon -- as long as you're staying.

Dean: Oh, sure. Yeah, sure, sure. Paulina, it is incredible outside. What do you say we jump in your car, head to Chicago, maybe?

Paulina: You want to go for a drive to Chicago today? I -- well, you know, actually it might do me good to get out for a while. Sure, why not? Oh, I just remembered, my car is in the shop. Sorry.

Rachel: Well, mine isn't. You can use it and the driver.

Dean: The driver? Like -- chauffeur?

Paulina: Are you sure, Rachel?

Rachel: Yes.

Paulina: All right. Let's do it, then. I'll get my coat. Thank you.

Dean: All right, yeah. Let's take the limo. That's great.

Rachel: Well, have fun, you two. I'll see you later.

Dean: Nice meeting you.

Donna: Hello, Eve? Is this Eve? Hi, this is Donna Hudson. I'm fine, how are you? Just fine, thank you. Um, is this a bad time? Oh, good. Well, I just wanted to call and find out how Mikey was doing. Oh, that's wonderful. Oh, I know. It's -- it's really hard to get him to eat anything other than sweets sometimes. Uh-huh. I was wondering if -- if I could speak to him. Is he home from school, by any chance -- if he's not busy? Fine.

Donna: Hi. How are you? It's me. It's so good to hear your voice. Uh-huh. Well, I just think about you all the time. How's school? You did? You got a star? Oh, I'm so proud of you. I'll just have to tell your Da -- I'll have to tell Michael. Uh-huh. How was your Halloween? I was thinking about you and how you were last year in your little batman costume. What did you wear this year? You did? You lost your rabbit? Oh, darling, I'm so sorry. I know. Yes, I know how it feels when you lose something that you love, something that's very close to you. Mm-hmm. Darling, it's really good to talk to you, and -- yes, yes, we all miss you very much. Bridget and Marley and Victoria, and I'll have to tell your -- I'll have to tell Michael. Yes. All right, darling? I have an appointment I don't want to be late for, so I'll talk to you -- I miss you, too, and I want to see you soon, but I don't know when I'll be able to do that. All right. Bye, darling. Kisses. I love you, too.

Grant: Yeah, yeah, sure. We'll discuss it when I get there.

Nurse: I'm starved. Jeanie will be here in a couple of minutes. Let's go.

Grant's voice: "Dear John, just thought I'd let you know that I'd arrived at my destination. I found a doctor and I'm feeling fine. I'm thinking of you."

Grant: Phone number, phone number. Damn it.

John: Just what are you doing here, Grant?

Grant: I, uh, came to talk to Dr. Benson.

John: About Sharlene?

Grant: [Chuckles] Can't blame me for being concerned, can you?

John: Grant, I blame you for just about everything.

Grant: Then you'll be happy to know that I didn't find out anything.

John: Has Sharlene contacted you?

Grant: No. And your friend, Dr. Benson, wasn't about to give me the time of day. Now, if you'll excuse me.

Dean: Full speed, driver, full speed. We want to make it to the city by the morning. What? Do I got food on my face or something?

Paulina: How was jail?

Dean: It was groovy, groovy. What?

Paulina: You didn't come over to thank me today.

Dean: Oh, I didn't?

Paulina: No, and you didn't suggest this trip to cheer me up, either.

Dean: Well, I never said anything about cheering you up. You did. You said that.

Paulina: So what's the real reason you have to go to Chicago?

Dean: You don't have to make it sound evil. I just wanted to, you know, check out the music scene. See what was happening.

Paulina: Hmm.

Dean: What, you're not thinking about turning this bus around, are you?

Paulina: No. No, there are a few things in Chicago I need to check out, too, as a matter of fact.

Dean: Good.

Iris: Vivien, have you seen my gloves?

Vivien: Gloves?

Iris: Yes. It's quite chilly, and I -- I couldn't have left -- no, no. I -- that's right, I wore them yesterday.

Vivien: Are you sure this is art, Mrs. Wheeler?

Iris: Art is in the eye of the beholder.

Vivien: And when you're beholding this, you see art?

Iris: Uh, by the way, what happened to that tea I asked for?

Vivien: Your buns were frozen.

Iris: Oh, well, it's probably just as well. I didn't want Harrison and his flunky hanging around anyway.

Vivien: Why not?

Iris: Because they make me feel uncomfortable.

Vivien: Why?

Iris: I don't know. It's probably their manner. You know, like most policemen, he's a bully. I guess that's the way they're trained. You know, they're sent off to bully school.

Vivien: Are you sure that's all?

Iris: What's with the questions?

Vivien: Well, he seemed perfectly respectful to me.

Iris: Oh, yes. And he seemed perfectly handsome to you, too. I saw the way you melted when he looked at you. Reminded me of the time, you know, we were at the airport and we ran into that singer.

Vivien: Robert Goulet.

If ever I would leave you oh, when that man sings, it goes right to my soul.

Iris: Yeah, I wondered where it went.

Vivien: But you're getting me off the subject here.

Iris: Subject? I wasn't aware there was a subject.

Vivien: What this objet d'art has to do with Detective Officer Harrison.

Iris: Absolutely nothing. Now, what on earth are you talking about?

Vivien: Please, Mrs. Wheeler, I want to help.

Iris: Help how? I -- I don't understand you today.

Vivien: I don't understand what this object thing is doing here. It has no business being here.

Iris: [Sighing] It's an investment.

Vivien: You don't invest in art; you collect it.

Iris: It's a hedge against inflation.

Vivien: It's a hedge against something else -- something that has to do with cops.

Iris: I guess you haven't seen my gloves. Ok, fine. Never mind, I'll pick up a pair while I'm out. [Sighing] What now?

Vivien: Mrs. Wheeler, I just want you to know that if you ever want help --

Iris: Help with what -- choosing my gloves? I think I'm quite capable of doing that myself.

Vivien: No, I mean with whatever's going on.

Iris: How many times have I got to tell you?

Vivien: You don't. I know. I know you, Mrs. Wheeler. I've seen you up and I've seen you down. I know when you're riding high and I know when you're scared.

Iris: I'm not scared. I've got no reason to be scared. Now, will you please move out of the way?

Vivien: And that no matter what it is, no matter how heinous it is, I will stand by you.

Iris: I just wish you weren't standing in my way.

Vivien: And if you ever wish to describe to me any kind of confidentiality, I will observe maid-mistress confidentiality strictly. I will never betray you.

Iris: Well, thank you very much, Vivien. I really appreciate that. But, believe me, absolutely nothing have I got to tell you.

Vivien: If you say so, Mrs. Wheeler.

Iris: I do. I do, I do, I do. Where is that elevator?

Vivien: Well, what if those cops call back? What do you want me to tell them?

Iris: They won't call back. This is all in your silly little head. Believe me.

Vivien: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Donna: Oh.

Stacey: Hi. Are you alone?

Donna: Yes, I am.

Stacey: Good. I need to talk to you.

Donna: I'm very busy, Stacey.

Stacey: Are you too busy to talk about Marley?

Donna: What about Marley?

Stacey: Well, as I understand it, Marley happens to be the prime suspect in Jake's shooting.

Donna: Yes, and it's ridiculous. She would never do anything like that.

Stacey: I know, I agree. But apparently the police don't. Do you know that she could be arrested?

Donna: What do you care?

Stacey: I care very much.

Donna: Stacey, you took Mikey away from me. You took Steven away from Victoria. I would think seeing Marley taken away from this family would just make your day.

Stacey: That isn't true. I like Marley a lot, and Jamie happens to be a friend of mine.

Donna: How nice.

Stacey: Jamie is in love with Marley, and I want to see them together and happy.

Donna: That's very generous.

Stacey: I also don't want to see a -- an injustice.

Donna: Well, for God's sakes, who does, Stacey? What does this have to do with me?

Stacey: I think maybe you know.

Donna: No, I don't know.

Stacey: There's a piece of evidence that could change the entire focus of this investigation if someone were to make it known to the police.

Donna: And what is this evidence?

Stacey: The fact that you and Jake had an affair.

Ryan: There you are.

Grant: Ryan.

Ryan: I've been looking all over for you.

Grant: Well, I just stepped out for a few minutes. What are you doing here?

Ryan: I just came by to wish you luck, see how things are going.

Grant: I was just about to find out. Martin, what is the latest?

Martin: The exit polls are beginning to show you behind by about 7%. I'm sorry, congressman.

Grant: What happened? I can't believe this.

Martin: Neither can we. Look, I got to make some phone calls.

Ryan: Hey, don't worry about it. You'll pull it out.

Grant: Damn Hudsons.

Ryan: What?

Grant: Michael Hudson, on top of everything else, has been working against me.

Ryan: How do you know that?

Grant: Because I ran into that charming wife of his. They are determined to see that I'm not going to win this election. Never mind, I know what you're thinking.

Ryan: Yeah, you probably do.

Grant: Look, don't worry. I mean, there are going to be no scapegoats. If anybody screwed up this election, I did.

Ryan: Hey, don't worry about it. You'll pull this one out of the fire. You always have in the past.

Grant: [Sighing] Boy.

Jessica: Excuse me for interrupting.

Grant: Hi, Jessica.

Jessica: Hi. Is this your brother?

Grant: Yeah, sure is.

Jessica: Yes, I could see the resemblance.

Grant: Uh, Ryan, this is Jessica Springer, Assistant D.A. -- District Attorney. And Jessica, this is Ryan Harrison.

Ryan: Pleased to meet you, Miss Springer.

Jessica: Yes, I've been very anxious to meet you, Mr. Harrison.

Ryan: Oh, really?

Jessica: Yes, very. You see, I've been working on the McKinnon case.

Ryan: Oh, that's right.

Jessica: Billy assures me that you'll be making an arrest at any minute.

Ryan: Well, the captain knows that a thorough investigation takes time, Miss Springer --

Jessica: The public needs a decisive action, Mr. Harrison. A swift resolution of this case would help everyone in this room.

Ryan: Especially if one of the defendants is a member of the Hudson family?

Jessica: They aren't above the law.

Ryan: You know, I heard something about equal justice for all, even if you're rich.

Jessica: If you're implying --

Grant: Ryan is really on top of it, Jessica. So don't worry. There will be an arrest very soon, hmm?

Iris: You know, you're right, Vivien. We have to find a place to put this thing. Maybe the pantry.

Lucas: What's wrong with right there?

Iris: How on earth did you get in?

Lucas: Vivien.

Iris: How did you -- oh, where is that woman? I'm going to --

Lucas: I sent her on an errand.

Iris: You what?

Lucas: Sit down, Iris.

Iris: I will not be ordered around in my own home.

Lucas: I'm beginning to get the picture.

Iris: Oh, really? What picture?

Lucas: Buying that piece has nothing to do with taxes, does it?

Iris: How very clever of you.

Lucas: That predated bill of sale has to do with Jake McKinnon, doesn't it, Iris? Doesn't it?

Donna: That information was supposed to be between us, Stacey.

Stacey: Yeah, I know that. But things have changed.

Donna: Now, we made a deal. I gave up Mikey because of that.

Stacey: Hey, that was before all this happened with Marley.

Donna: No, it's done! It's over!

Stacey: Oh, like it was over between you and Jake?

Donna: What are you insinuating?

Stacey: I know that on the day that Jake was shot, you were over Frankie and Cass' house.

Donna: And what did she tell you?

Stacey: That you wanted to have Jake followed. And that you seemed real upset, in some kind of state, and I want to know why.

Donna: Because he was about to marry my daughter and make her life miserable!

Stacey: Oh, is that it? Or was it the fact that Marley was going to break off the engagement with Jake, and you were afraid that Jake was going to tell her about your affair?

Donna: Out. Out!

Stacey: Where did you go after you left Frankie's house? Where were you when Jake was shot?

Donna: My God. You think I shot Jake.

Stacey: Did you?

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