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Another World Transcript Monday 10/9/06
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Whispering voice: New way.
Ryan: Yeah, Marilyn, I got it. Carlos, we got to fly.
Carlos: Yeah, right behind you. Let me make one call.
Ryan: Hey, I'll check back with you as soon as I can.
Grant: Thanks for being here, Ryan. I really appreciate it.
Ryan: Hey, how could I miss this? Go break a leg. I really hope you win.
Ryan: See you in a while.
Grant: You bet.
Martin: We lost the fourteenth precinct, Grant.
Grant: What? You're sure?
Martin: I just got word from the west side.
Grant: Damn it. Has Sharlene Hudson called me?
Martin: Are you serious?
Grant: Yes, I am serious.
Martin: You're about to lose this election, and all you can think about --
Ann: Hello, Grant, I am here. Do you need me?
Ryan: Listen, I need to check out some things, but I want you to run a trace on the surveillance equipment that we found at McKinnon's.
Carlos: What am I looking for?
Ryan: I don't know yet.
Carlos: Ryan, the only thing the D.A. wants is an indictment, and you're chasing after some bogus lead?
Ryan: Finding out who McKinnon was bugging was not bogus.
Carlos: Look, Ryan, listen to me. Springer is all over the captain. The captain is going to be all over you. If you don't stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, your whole career is going to go down the latrine, before the end of the week.
Ryan: I am not doing this to help Marley.
Carlos: Come on. An eyewitness places Marley McKinnon in that loft with her ex-husband. And he had a bullet in him.
Ryan: I'm not sure.
Carlos: The D.A. is. If she finds out that you're covering the McKinnon woman's neck because you've the hots for her sister, you're going to lose your badge.
Maxwell: Ms. McKinnon?
Maxwell: You don't recognize me do you?
Marley: Should I?
Maxwell: Maxwell Carter. You know my TV show? I think you should at least hear me out.
Marley: I'm not speaking to the press. Why should I speak to you?
Maxwell: Because my program cares about the truth.
Marley: Get out of here.
Maxwell: Now, now, now -- Marley, I'll be honest with you. I want this story. I want an exclusive, and I'm willing to make you an offer --
Marley: Would you like me to call the police?
Maxwell: Hear me out. The twins with the perfect alibis. Each has proof of the other's innocence. Their love for each other outweighs their passion for the same man. It's beautiful, I want it. National syndicated television coverage, sympathy with the viewing public, and a monetary reward for you and your sister. Can I come in, please? We can talk terms or should I say turkey?
Marley: Here are my terms, turkey.
Donna: Are you out of your mind?
Stacey: Just answer me, Donna.
Donna: You have no right to come in here and accuse me of shooting Jake.
Stacey: I have every right. I know that you had an affair with Jake. I know there's a videotape that proves as much. Why shouldn't I believe that Jake tried to blackmail you with that tape, and you shot him?
Donna: Get out of here.
Stacey: You give me one good reason why I shouldn't go to the police with what I know.
Donna: I'll give you a reason. My daughter is being investigated for the shooting. Do you think that I would sacrifice my child to save myself?
Stacey: You already set a precedent, didn't you? You sacrificed Mikey to save your own skin. Why should I think that you've changed?
Donna: I didn't think anybody could sink so low.
Stacey: Donna, your daughter could be charged with attempted murder.
Donna: And you think I'd let that happen if I knew of something that would prove her innocence?
Stacey: I don't know.
Donna: The tape was destroyed. Jake couldn't have blackmailed me.
Stacey: All he had to do was tell Marley, and if he thought he was losing her --
Donna: Why are you doing this?
Stacey: Because I care about Marley.
Donna: And I don't?
Stacey: Just prove to me that you had nothing to do with what happened to Jake.
Donna: After you and Jake caused me to lose my son, I've had as little to do with him as possible.
Stacey: I can see that this all upsets you.
Donna: And that makes me guilty?
Stacey: Did Jake threaten to tell Michael about your affair?
Donna: Why are you doing this to me?
Stacey: To satisfy myself that you had nothing to do with this.
Donna: We made a deal!
Stacey: I know we did.
Donna: We made that deal! I said that I would give up Mikey to the Millers and you promised to honor my confidence.
Stacey: Yes, that is true.
Donna: I gave him up because I didn't want to hurt my daughter with the truth. Everything I've done is to protect Marley.
Stacey: And your marriage, Donna.
Donna: Why are you doing this, Stacey?
Stacey: Because I never expected an attempted murder investigation to hinge on what I knew.
Michael: Hi, honey. Have you -- have you talked to Marley?
Donna: No, I'm sure there's been no change.
Stacey: Hi, Michael, good to see you.
Michael: Stacey, I must say I'm rather surprised to see you here.
Donna: Stacey's helping Cass with the investigation.
Michael: Might that be what you two were yelling at each other about?
Michael: Do you want to tell me what you were yelling at each other about?
Stacey: We had a disagreement.
Michael: Well, it wouldn't be the first time, would it? About Marley?
Stacey: I'll let Donna explain.
Michael: Wouldn't be the first time for that either? Stacey. Stacey, my family is going through a very rough time right now.
Stacey: Yeah, I know, Michael.
Michael: And I would appreciate it if you would not do this again.
Stacey: All right. I'm sorry.
Donna: Thank you. You were wonderful.
Michael: No, no, don't. I want the truth from you.
Donna: The truth?
Michael: Yes, I want to know what the hell you two have to argue about now, Donna.
Donna: Well, Stacey might be helping Cass with the investigation, but --
Michael: But what? But what?
Donna: But it doesn't change the fact that I hate her. And I just -- I don't want to talk about it. It's too upsetting.
Taylor: So Grant talked to me, too.
John: That's what he said.
Taylor: He's sure that I know where Sharlene is, and he's going to hassle it out of me.
John: He has no right to treat you this way.
Taylor: I can handle Grant Harrison.
John: You shouldn't have to, Taylor. That's the point.
Taylor: He's convinced that I know where she is. That I'm the one who talked her into leaving town.
John: You know, I actually saw one thing as a plus when Sharlene left and that was that I wouldn't have to deal with Grant anymore.
Taylor: You still do.
John: He's not going to give up until he wins.
John: His word, not mine.
Taylor: Oh, really?
John: He's into victory. He's used to getting whatever he wants. He always wins, and I don't think he has any intention of letting Sharlene be the first thing that he ever loses.
Taylor: She may not be.
John: What do you mean?
Taylor: I just heard the latest election results, and he is not doing very well, apparently.
John: I'm crushed.
Taylor: Yeah, I thought you might be.
John: Are you finished for the day?
Taylor: Actually, I am.
John: Have any plans?
Taylor: Actually, your brother's wife has invited me over for cocktails.
John: Donna, invite? Oh, boy.
Taylor: I know. You're going to be there, too, right?
John: She thinks I need company.
John: Look, I got an idea. Why don't we show up together and watch her backpedal a little.
Taylor: Ok, deal.
John: Let's go.
Ryan: If that's your opinion, Carlos, keep it to yourself.
Carlos: You think I'm the only one who's thought of this.
Ryan: I'm not letting my personal feelings get in the way of how I'm handling this case.
Carlos: Come on, man. Get real.
Ryan: Look, Paulina Cory get the shakes every single time she talks about Jake McKinnon. So does Iris Wheeler under all that cool.
Carlos: That doesn't change the fact that your girlfriend's sister is still the primary suspect.
Ryan: Listen to me, Jake McKinnon went down struggling that night, we know that. He was in some pretty heavy stuff, including wire tapping. Now, it's entirely possible that whoever he was tap -- that whoever he was bugging found out, and wanted him dead. Can't ignore that angle, can I?
Carlos: No, but you can't ignore who the buggee was, can't you?
Ryan: You think he was bugging Marley?
Carlos: Why not?
Ryan: Oh, for crying out loud.
Carlos: Hey, she's worth a bundle. He's in financial trouble. Maybe he gets wind that she is going to drop him for another guy and so he wants to find out the score.
Ryan: You're making this all up as you go along. You're calling that hard evidence?
Carlos: She admitted she was there, right?
Carlos: Who's to say there wasn't a fight?
Ryan: Yeah, well, maybe there was a fight, but that doesn't mean that she's guilty.
Carlos: You can arrest her on suspicion.
Ryan: Now why would I want to --
Carlos: Hey, let her stew for a couple of days. She'll see she's caught. Then her lawyer can plea-bargain her down.
Ryan: Oh, that is completely crazy.
Carlos: We've got to make an arrest, Ryan.
Ryan: I'm not going to arrest anyone, until I have a case.
Carlos: Forensics report's due in tomorrow.
Ryan: If it proves that Marley and Jake fought, then I'll do something.
Carlos: If the lab report proves that they fought, Ryan, we've got her on her first lie. Are you going to be able to --
Ryan: Look, I'm going to do whatever I have to do. Now, are you going to run that trace on that surveillance equipment?
Carlos: Have you heard anything I've said to you?
Ryan: Yeah, I've heard everything you've said. Half of Bay City was out after Jake.
Carlos: I'm not trying to bust your chops, man. I'm trying to save your neck.
Ryan: Look, I'll meet you in the office in an hour or so.
Carlos: Where are you going?
Ryan: If there is anybody else who's trying to hide something, I'm going to find them.
Carlos: Where are you starting?
Ryan: Marley's sister.
[Rock music playing]
Dean: Listen to the slide -- woo! Yeah! Woo hoo! What do you think, Darren? Put a bullet next to that song and watch it climb, right? Huh?
Paulina: He can't hear you.
Dean: For real?
Dean: Wow, that is wild. I mean, that is wild. What do you think?
Paulina: I can't really hear you either. You or anything else, for that matter.
Dean: No, I mean before your eardrums exploded. What did you think? What did you think?
Paulina: I liked it.
Dean: Yeah? A little? A lot?
Paulina: A lot, actually.
Dean: Took your mind of your boyfriend, right?
Paulina: I'm sorry?
Dean: I heard that guy, Jake McKinnon, took you for a little ride.
Paulina: Do you know Jake?
Dean: All I know is that the guy's laid up in the hospital and he could pop off at any second.
Paulina: Well, then how do you know?
Dean: Paulina, Paulina -- rocket scientist, hello? My cousin is married to Marley McKinnon's lawyer, remember?
Paulina: Yeah, so?
Dean: Well, I get my --I get my information through osmosis at the breakfast table.
Paulina: Frankie and Cass are talking about me?
Dean: I'm sorry I brought it up. No. Just once in front of me, and I listened in when I heard your name.
Paulina: Well, what did they say?
Dean: You know what I think?
Dean: I think you need to relax. Relax. How do I get this sunroof open? Let me see.
Paulina: It's November.
Dean: Yeah, so? Haven't you ever driven around in the snow with the top down and the heat full blast?
Paulina: I've never had a top to put down.
Dean: Oh, that's right. That's right. You haven't been an heiress all that long, have you?
Dean: So how did you get your hands on a convertible?
Me? I borrowed one.
Paulina: Ha, you borrowed one.
Dean: This is the life, huh? Yeah.
Paulina: I haven't even had a chance to get used to this.
Dean: Well, loosen up and enjoy it. Come on, we're having fun. We're having fun. You're acting like we're committing a crime here. Come on.
Paulina: So, what are your plans for this studio? You have any money?
Dean: I'm kind of price shopping right now, you know? Like any good struggling artist would. And I -- it's just that I need a 24 track studio. That's what I need.
Paulina: Do you have any idea how much studio time costs? 24-track machine is going to cost you hundreds by the hour.
Dean: Yeah? How do you know?
Paulina: You're not the first would-be rock star I've ever known.
Dean: Ah, but I'm going to be the first that you know has made it.
Paulina: You have an active fantasy life, don't you?
Dean: Fantasy life? I don't know. I'm driving around in a block long limousine with a sexy blonde. I don't think reality could get much better than this, shaboom.
Paulina: Where are we going?
Dean: Ok, Yoko, I don't know, you're -- you're so hip in the recording business, you tell me. What's the best place to go? Where?
Paulina: Darren, take us to the power track recording studio. It's on Polowski Street, a couple of blocks west of Gold Street. Ok?
Dean: Yeah, it's ok. Guess you know the neighborhood.
Paulina: All too well.
Vicky: Oh, yes, you got that reporter good.
Marley: Vicky, is he gone? Is he?
Vicky: He just limped to his car and drove off.
Marley: This -- this cannot go on.
Vicky: Well, I don't -- I don't think it's going to get much easier. Not for a while.
Marley: So what are we going to do?
Vicky: First things first. I want you to move in here with me, for good. Marley, we need each other right now.
Marley: Yes, I know.
Vicky: And I don't want you answering the door to anybody you don't know. Just call me if there's any trouble. You don't need to be near any more press.
Marley: Ok, Vicky. What is Ryan going to think about this?
Vicky: About what?
Marley: If I do move in here with you, he's only going to get more suspicious.
Vicky: Well, let him.
Marley: You could get in trouble.
Vicky: Well, then you'll help me out, right?
Marley: Well, of course I will.
Vicky: I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, either. Marley, I may not have always been, "sister of the year," but I'm not going to walk away from you now.
Marley: I'm sorry.
Vicky: About what?
Marley: I -- I just think we've wasted so much time, and we've been fighting and not talking to each other. Do you know how important you are to me?
Vicky: I do now.
Marley: I -- I really just don't think I could get through this without you.
Vicky: You don't have to. I -- I read something today.
Vicky: Well, you know the tissue samples that the cops are running from what they found under Jake's fingernails? Marley, DNA testing doesn't work on twins. They can't prove anything unless tissues belong to someone other than us.
Marley: Oh, I didn't know that.
Vicky: It's kind of weird isn't it? I mean, it's like we're the same --
Marley: What now?
Vicky: I got it. This -- this guy thought he had problems with one twin. He hasn't seen anything yet. Why don't you wait upstairs?
Marley: Ok. Are you sure you're going to be ok?
Vicky: I've got everything in hand.
Ryan: May I come in?
Ryan: Oh, Vicky, please.
Vicky: You know Marley's here.
Vicky: Well, I don't want her being bothered.
Ryan: I came to see you.
Vicky: You know where I stand with you.
Ryan: Yeah, I do, and for some reason you feel you have to choose between me and your sister.
Vicky: Don't I?
Vicky: Ryan, I can't have an affair with my sister's arresting officer. It just wouldn't look right.
Ryan: Stop it.
Ryan: Do you know why I came here to see you tonight?
Vicky: Mm, you're a masochist?
Ryan: No, I wanted to see you.
Vicky: All right, you've seen me. Now what?
Ryan: Do you want to go to my brother's campaign headquarters with me?
Vicky: You're kidding, right?
Ryan: No, I'm not.
Vicky: No, I can't leave Marley alone.
Vicky: Why? Because the press has been harassing her.
Ryan: Well, tell her not to answer the door.
Ryan: Look, I really need to support my brother.
Vicky: Yeah, yeah, I know the feeling.
Ryan: And --
Vicky: And what?
Ryan: I miss you.
Vicky: Oh, please --
Ryan: Look, we were just starting to get things going before this whole thing happened. Can we just go out together for an hour or two? Pretend that I'm not a cop. No investigation. We're an item.
Vicky: Oh, we're an item, huh?
Ryan: What do you say?
Vicky: I'm going to go out with Ryan for a little while. Are you ok?
Marley: Go ahead, I'll be fine.
Vicky: All right. One hour, tops. Let's go.
Stacey: You and I know that Jake and Donna were having an affair.
Stacey: We know there was a videotape proving as much. So, if I don't go to the police and she did try and shoot Jake, well, then I'm withholding evidence.
Reuben: So, then just go to the police.
Stacey: Well, if I go to the police and she didn't shoot Jake, then -- then I'm just ruining her marriage and I'm doing nothing to help Marley.
Reuben: Did you ask her if she shot Jake?
Reuben: And what did she say?
Stacey: She denied everything.
Reuben: You don't believe it though, do you?
Stacey: I tried to. I really tried, Reuben. But I don't trust the woman as far as I can throw her.
Reuben: You think if she did it, you think she'll let one of our own kids take the rap for her?
Stacey: That I don't know.
Reuben: Well, if she did shoot Jake, then if she had an affair with him, it's going to be the least of her problems.
Stacey: Let's face it, Reuben, it doesn't look very good for me either.
Reuben: How do you figure?
Stacey: No one is going to think it was very ethical of me to hold that tape over her head. I mean, I was losing the case, and I made her choose between a marriage and her son.
Reuben: Oh, hold on, hold on. She could have taken her chances with Michael. You did not make Donna lie.
Stacey: Reuben, I don't know what to do.
Reuben: Ok, you want me to go to the police?
Reuben: Hey, I didn't promise Donna Hudson a thing. I can go right now with a clear conscience.
Reuben: Why not?
Stacey: Because what if she didn't shoot him? Then all we end up doing is trashing her marriage. Not that she deserves someone as good as Michael anyway.
Reuben: Hold on, hold on. What's going on, Stace?
Stacey: I just feel bad for Michael. I feel like she's using him and he doesn't have a clue.
Reuben: Hold on, he's a grown man, right?
Stacey: Right, right.
Reuben: If he doesn't know his old lady, then that's his problem.
Stacey: Reuben, I believed that Mikey really belonged with his natural parents. Donna lied. She did everything underhanded to keep him from them. But Michael didn't --
Reuben: Oh, Michael was different?
Stacey: Yes, he was different. He was a great father, and he was brokenhearted that he lost custody of his son. Now he's got all this trouble with Marley. Reuben, I saw him today, and I know he's worried sick about his daughter. If he --
Reuben: No, no, no, no. Look, you don't owe Michael Hudson anything.
Stacey: I know that in my mind, but my gut reaction is that I feel responsible for him because I know what -- hi, Josie.
Reuben: Hey, you're late, fly girly.
Josie: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. How are you doing, Stace?
Stacey: Good, thanks.
Reuben: So, you ready to hang out?
Josie: Well, I was kind of wondering if maybe you'd come to Grant's campaign headquarters with me.
Josie: Well, with the election today, I have a feeling that my Mom might call, and when she does, I really want to be there.
Donna: If you think that's best, darling. Do you feel better now? Do you want me to come over and sit with you for a while? I will. All right, but you call me again if you need to talk to me. Marley, I love you. Bye.
Michael: She's staying with Victoria?
Donna: Yeah, for a little while.
Michael: Victoria seems to have become very protective of Marley since this all began.
Donna: I just hope they know what they're doing.
Michael: What does that mean?
Donna: They've had this pact between each other all of the sudden. They've never done anything like that before, and I don't like it.
Michael: To tell you the truth, Donna, I don't like it either.
Michael: I'll get it.
Michael: John, Taylor.
John: Mike, how are you?
Michael: Please come in.
Donna: Did you find each other in the hall?
John: Actually, no. We found out we had a similar appointment while we were still at the hospital.
Michael: You did?
Donna: I'm sorry. Taylor -- can I call you, Taylor?
Taylor: Oh, please.
Donna: Please, come in, and welcome. Things have been so tense around here. I just didn't get a chance to tell you, John.
Taylor: Well, it's really all right.
Donna: Come in.
Michael: Can I get you something to drink, some wine maybe?
Taylor: I'd like a glass of wine if you have it, Michael.
Michael: Ok. John?
John: I'm -- I'm on call.
Michael: Seltzer it is.
Donna: So, do either of you know what Jake's condition is tonight?
John: It's still critical.
Donna: Has he regained consciousness?
John: No. Look, how is Marley holding up?
Donna: She is a little shaky, but she's fine.
Michael: She's staying with her sister at the moment.
Donna: They've gotten very protective of one another over the past few days.
Taylor: They were never very close, then?
John: For identical twins, they're amazingly different.
Michael: Gotta say, I think it's -- well, I don't know what it is with this family, to tell you the truth. I think there's some kind of cosmic irony at work or something.
Michael: You know, I -- I just can't believe how much pain Jake McKinnon has caused this family. He's hurt Victoria over and over again. He's caused Donna nothing but grief, and now Marley, again. Sometimes I wish we'd never set eyes on Jake McKinnon.
John: I know what you're feeling, Mike.
Michael: My daughter will be charged with murder if Jake McKinnon dies. That man will continue to haunt this family from the grave.
Jake: Marley. You swore you'd never hurt me.
Marley: Oh God, go away.
Jake: No, I think I'm going to hang out with Vick and you for a while.
Marley: No, stop. Stop this.
Jake: You're stuck with me.
Jake: In fact, I always did kind of like this place.
Marley: Stop it, Jake! Go away!
Jake: You were pretty good at lying, aren't you?
Marley: I'm not lying.
Jake: But you can't lie to me, can you?
Jake: Because I know the truth. I don't want to stop! I didn't want to that night and I don't want to stop now!
Marley: Go away!
You're hands are so cold.
Jake: Why don't you just tell the truth? Aren't you the one that never lies? Or are you too much like Vicky? Don't let her tell you what to do. Tell the truth.
Marley: I can't tell the truth! You know I can't tell the truth!
Jake: This is all your fault!
Jake: You did this to all of us!
Marley: No, no I didn't, Jake! I can't breath, I can't see what --
Jake: Dying, I am dying because of you!
Marley: No, no, no, no. No!
Dean: Whew. Oh, that place was hopping.
Paulina: Did you see the way they treated us when we pulled up in this thing.
Dean: You know, I can get used to this, Paulina.
Paulina: Oh, yeah.
Paulina: I'm almost afraid to.
Paulina: How did you like the studio?
Dean: Ah, it was incredible, it was loaded -- technicians, equipment, sound rooms.
Paulina: 500 bucks an hour.
Dean: Yeah, well, if you want quality, you got to pay for it, right?
Paulina: Dean, I bet you don't have ten bucks to your name.
Dean: Yeah, well, I'm working on that little thing, you know. It's just -- I -- I got to make my demo in that place, though. That is a place.
Paulina: How are you going to pay for it?
Dean: My good looks.
Paulina: Like I said, how are you going to pay for it?
Dean: Hey, hey, hey. I'll handle it, I'll handle it. Maybe I'll find some heiress knockout who wants me.
Paulina: Don't look at this heiress.
Dean: I wasn't, I wasn't. Where did you just tell Darren to take us because there's this club on the south side I would love to check out, if that's ok?
Paulina: I've got one stop to make.
Paulina: The place I used to live.
Dean: Oh, yeah? Anyone you know left?
Paulina: Oh, yeah.
Dean: Have you -- have you been back since, you know, all this happened to you?
Dean: Want to rub their noses in it? A little bit? Little bit?
Paulina: Just my foster mother's.
Dean: A witch, huh?
Paulina: I guess you could call her that.
Dean: Wow, pulling up in your own limo. That must be the best revenge of all, right?
Paulina: Yeah, I guess.
Dean: What are you going to say to her?
Paulina: Darren, this is it, on the left. Uh -- I'll be back in a minute.
Dean: Do you want me to come up with you? I can, you know, be your backup guy.
Paulina: No, no, that's all right. This is something I have to do on my own. Thanks.
Taylor: That was a wonderful dinner, Donna.
Donna: Oh, thank you. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. Taylor?
Taylor: Hm, what?
Donna: Could I ask you a personal question?
Taylor: You may ask.
Donna: I'm so concerned about John. And what I want to know is, is Sharlene --
Taylor: What about Sharlene, Donna?
Donna: Is Sharlene going to make a full recovery?
Taylor: Well, I'm not even sure what a full recovery is.
Donna: You're not?
Donna: But she's still ill, isn't she?
Taylor: She's made a tremendous amount of progress.
Donna: Except for having run away from home the way she's done.
Taylor: Well, I don't consider what Sharlene's done to be evidence of --
Donna: I know, but she's having John's baby and he hasn't the vaguest idea where she is.
John: I'm afraid I'm going to have to get back to the hospital.
Donna: Oh, no -- no. Angela's going to be serving dessert and coffee. You have to stay.
John: Some other time, all right? Mike, listen. If you need anything, call me.
Michael: Thanks, I will. It's good to see you.
Donna: Thank you for coming.
John: Well, thank you for the home-cooked meal.
Donna: John Hudson, you are a nasty man.
John: Yes, I am, but that's why you love me.
Donna: Yes, I do. Good night.
John: Good night. Taylor?
Donna: Thank you for coming.
Taylor: Thank you, both.
Donna: Hope we'll do it again. Now, don't forget your purse.
Michael: Good night, Taylor. See you again.
Taylor: Oh, thank you.
Donna: Bye, bye.
John: Good night.
Taylor: You were very patient with her.
John: Yeah, my brother loves her. God bless him.
John: Listen, Taylor, I really don't have to get back to the hospital just yet.
Taylor: Well, I was thinking of going home, watching the election returns.
John: Well, I was thinking about making a personal appearance.
Taylor: At Grant's campaign headquarters?
John: Sure, especially if he's losing his shirt.
Taylor: John, this is not your style.
John: What exactly is my style?
Taylor: Usually you're a lot more direct.
John: Usually I know what's going on in my life.
Taylor: You think that Sharlene is going to call him there, don't you?
John: It's election night, Taylor. I suppose anything could happen.
Taylor: You really think that she'd get in touch with him before she'd talk to you?
John: I don't know what to think anymore.
Taylor: I hate what this is doing to you.
John: Why hasn't she called? I know that she needed time alone because of all the pressure she was feeling, but not to know where she is or how she is. What if something's happened to her?
Taylor: I'm sure she's fine.
John: Are you? I don't know how you know that. She should call me, let me know what's happening. She owes me that.
Taylor: You're right, she does. And you have every right to be angry with her. And -- and Grant, who for his part, in making her feel that she had to leave. John, don't make it any worse for yourself by putting yourself in a position to do battle with Grant. It's not going to make your frustration end, it's -- it's not going to bring Sharlene back.
John: You're right. Come on, let's go for a long drive in the car with the windows rolled down. I could really use the fresh air.
Vicky: I've been to poetry readings that are livelier than this.
Ryan: You've never been to a poetry reading in your life.
Vicky: Well --
Ryan: The thing is close.
Grant: Well, I have a little bubbly here. It's fake, but I hope it's all right.
Vicky: Oh, in keeping with major league baseball's decision to tone down the celebrating, congressman?
Grant: No, I'm just cheap. Here, cheers.
Ryan: Cheers. Tight race.
Grant: Well, preliminary numbers don't count. The southern precinct hasn't been counted nor the absentee ballots.
Vicky: Still think you can pull a rabbit out of the hat, huh?
Grant: Mm, well, I'm trying.
Vicky: Well, this is fascinating, I tell you, but I am going to go check on Marley.
Ann: She's a pretty girl, Ryan. Rich, too, I hear.
Ann: Darling, I think that you should stick close to Martin while these last numbers are counted.
Grant: I don't want to stick close to Martin. Martin whines.
Ann: He is your campaign manager, Grant.
Grant: Mm-hmm, he still whines.
Ann: Obviously you are a little nervous about the outcome, aren't you?
Grant: Look, what will be, will be.
Ann: What will be is what you make happen.
Grant: Look, I don't need a lecture, Ann, ok?
Ann: Probably not. You're probably right. It's too late for me to do you any good anyway.
Grant: I am going to win.
Ann: Oddly enough, I still hope so. You are a fine politician, Grant, even though you don't know how to handle a personal life.
Grant: Where does that comment come from -- the fact that you're not a part of it? Is that it?
Ann: If you hadn't taken up with that woman, none of this would be happening.
Grant: Why don't you do me a favor? Why don't you go in there and hold Martin's hand? And you two can commiserate about the fact that I've screwed up my career.
Ryan: You don't have to apologize to me.
Grant: You're here to support me and I'm -- well, you see what I am.
Ryan: It'll work out. You'll be fine.
Grant: Listen, Jessica Springer talked to me after you left today.
Ryan: Yeah, and I have a feeling I know what our beautiful Assistant D.A. had to say.
Grant: Well, she thinks you have enough evidence to arrest Marley McKinnon.
Ryan: Tell me something I don't know.
Grant: What -- uh -- it'd be great for your career.
Ryan: How do you figure?
Grant: Well, you're new on the force. If you uncovered a major scandal --
Ryan: Oh, and it will make you look good? I bust Marley and you stand by my side at the press conference?
Vicky: If either one of you think that my sister is going to play martyr to either one of your careers, you can just think again.
Vicky: Just can it. Marley let the machine pick up. I'm going to go check on her.
Ryan: Why don't you let me take you home?
Vicky: Why don't you just not do anything for me, ever? Just stay out of my life long enough for me to forget that I ever met you or your sleazy brother.
Grant: Vicky, come off it.
Vicky: I hope you both lose your jobs for this, because neither one of you deserve anything that you have.
Ryan: Damn it, Grant.
Grant: Martin -- it doesn't look good, does it?
Ryan: You can't blame me for my brother's stupid remark.
Vicky: Watch me.
Ryan: Listen, Vicky, I guess you haven't figured it out by now, I'm not trying to sell your sister down the river. I'm doing everything I can to come up with another suspect.
Vicky: Hmm, is that why you badger her every time you see her?
Ryan: If I knew what I was dealing with, I could help her better.
Vicky: Marley told you that she went to Jake's. She told you she didn't shoot him. Now what the hell more do you want?
Ryan: An alibi.
Vicky: My sister doesn't lie.
Ryan: Which means that she is not telling the truth, and I think that you convinced her to keep quiet.
Vicky: Oh, what are you, clairvoyant?
Ryan: Why don't you tell me what happened? Talk to me, Vicky.
Vicky: My cab is here.
Ryan: Fine, run away from me again.
Vicky: I am not running away. I am going to check on my sister.
Ryan: You are playing a very dangerous game, and if you keep it up, you're going to get exactly what you are trying to avoid. Trust me.
Reuben: What was that all about?
Josie: I don't know. Want to come with me?
Reuben: Yeah, sure.
Grant: Thanks, Tim. Yeah, we'll be in touch. Hey, you two.
Grant: Thanks for coming.
Josie: Grant, the only reason I am here is because I --
Reuben: Is to wish you well.
Grant: Oh, thanks, Josie. That means a lot.
Josie: Did my mother -- never mind.
Grant: No, no -- what, what?
Josie: Well, I was just wondering if maybe my mother called to wish you luck.
Grant: No, no. Have you heard from her? I mean, did she say she would?
Martin: Grant, the southern district count's in.
Grant: I've lost, haven't I?
Marsha: Don't get too many limos this part of town, unless the drug dealers are showin' off. So now you are one of the rich ones, just like the dealers.
Paulina: I worked for what I have, Marsha.
Marsha: Convincing some grieving family that you're the long lost heiress is work? Yeah, I guess it is.
Paulina: I didn't have to convince them. They know it's true. I know it's true.
Marsha: Yeah, well, I know where you came from.
Paulina: This hell-hole.
Marsha: Look, if you want to insult me, just get it off your chest and then get out of my house.
Paulina: Marsha -- I came here. I wanted to see you.
Marsha: To spit on everything I sacrificed to give you?
Paulina: I'm sorry, what -- what did you give me?
Marsha: A roof over your head, three meals a day.
Paulina: Yeah, right, getting hit in the head every time I didn't do as you say? I remember, Marsha. I remember nursing your hangovers every morning of the week.
Marsha: Look, if I drank, you drove me to it.
Paulina: Don't -- don't you give me that crap.
Marsha: Don't you talk to me that way. You never respected me. If the kids I got living with me now ever treated --
Paulina: Heaven help them.
Marsha: You know, I wish I could have told that guy something to prove you were a fraud. I wish I could have found something to ruin your life.
Paulina: What guy? What are you talking about? What guy?
Marsha: Jake. That guy that said he'd pay me if I could prove you weren't a Cory.
Paulina: Jake offered you money?
Marsha: Yeah, he was working for that other lady. You know, the one that wanted me to do the same thing.
Paulina: Oh, my --
Marsha: Oh, you didn't know?
Paulina: Of course I knew.
Marsha: Seems like everyone wants a piece of you. Might as well throw my hat into the ring.
Marsha: I could use a little spending --
Paulina: Go to hell.
Marsha: You spiteful thing. You are still trash. I don't care what your name is.
Paulina: You live here with Marsha? I want you to do something for me, ok?
I want you to take this money and have someone you trust take you to a store and buy a warm coat for the winter with it, ok? But you make sure you spend it before Marsha takes it away from you.
Dean: Things got a little heavy back there, huh? You showed that old bag up though, right?
Paulina: I suppose.
Dean: I'm going to do the same thing to my old man when my first royalty check rolls in. Drive right up in my limo and I'm going to say, "see, my dreams did come true, Dad."
Paulina: Forget dreams.
Paulina: Forget them. They never work out the way you think they will. Can't trust anyone in this life.
Grant: Hey, listen up, everybody. This gig isn't up yet. Now, I didn't get in this race to lose, and I wasn't brought up to concede without a fight, and I'm not about to start now. I mean, I don't care if I lost the southern precinct. Who needs the southern precinct?
Ann: You do, Grant.
Grant: No, what -- what did Yogi Berra say?
Reuben: Uh -- it's not over until the fat lady sings or something like that, right?
Grant: That's right. Anybody hear any music in this room?
Grant: I don't hear any music. Do you hear any music?
Grant: No. It's not over yet. It's not over yet.
Donna: Those are my accounts from Visions.
Michael: Yeah. I figure if the police can't find out who shot Jake, I'm going to.
Donna: With my accounting records from Visions?
Michael: This is where I'm going to start, Donna. I'm going to talk to every dealer, every client, every coffee delivery boy who was at Visions. I'm going to find out what was going on there. Something's going on at Visions that we don't know about, and there are ways of finding out what secrets Jake was hiding. I will call in old debts if I have to, Donna. But I am going to find out who shot Jake and keep our daughters out of it.
Vicky: Are you all right?
Marley: Yes, I'm -- I'm fine.
Vicky: Marley, you left the door wide open.
Marley: Oh, I'm sorry, I just had an incredibly disturbing dream and I went to walk it off a little bit.
Vicky: Well, don't ever do that again.
Marley: Vicky, really, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave the door open.
Vicky: I was worried sick about you. I thought you were -- were arrested or something.
Marley: Well, you were with Ryan, and if anyone is going to arrest me, it's going to be him, isn't it?
Vicky: No, not if I can help it. I realized something tonight. We need Ryan.
Vicky: He's our link to what the cops know, and I'm going to use it.
Marley: Vicky, I thought you cared for him.
Vicky: Well, not as much as I care for you.
Marley: This is not right.
Vicky: Of course it is, Marley. This is our way out.
Marley: Vicky, what are you thinking?
Vicky: I've got a plan.
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