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Another World Transcript Friday 10/13/06

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Michael: Well, good morning, stranger.

Donna: Morning.

Michael: You know, that was the first full night's sleep you've had since this whole mess began. It's the first night you slept all the way through.

Donna: How do you know?

Michael: Well, I know you, don't I?

Michael: Donna?

Donna: Hmm?

Michael: Honey, what's wrong?

Donna: Nothing.

Michael: No, come on, I know you. Now, something is wrong. What's the matter?

Vicky: Mom, Dad, where are you?!

Michael: Vicky?

Vicky: I've got to talk to you! Why are you in your --

Michael: What's the matter?

Vicky: What are you guys still doing in bed?!

Michael: What's wrong?

Vicky: Didn't Cass call you?

Michael: No.

Donna: What's the matter?

Vicky: Marley has been arrested.

Ryan: Yeah, yeah, I got your message. Ok, so you seated Vicky in her box at the opera at what time? Ok. All right, so what else do you want to tell me about Vicky?

Frankie: Ryan?

Ryan: Excuse me. Listen, can you come down to the station house? Well, the sooner the better. Yeah, ask for me. They're processing Marley's bail down the hall.

Frankie: Yeah, I know. Cass is working on it. I'm here to talk to you, actually.

Ryan: What about?

Frankie: The investigation.

Ryan: If you're trying to come here and get information, I can't give you any.

Frankie: Can't or won't?

Ryan: Look, I'm sorry. I'd like to clear Marley, too, but my hands are tied.

Frankie: Yeah, I know, your captain is breathing down your neck and you've got to do this thing by the book. But I also know you owe me a big one, and I'm here to collect.

Carlos: You can leave now.

Marley: Really? I can really leave?

Carlos: Your bail's been arranged.

Marley: Oh. I guess it's good that Vicky's pushy.

Carlos: Well, your sister's not here.

Marley: Well, I -- I'm sorry, I don't understand. I thought you just said bail was arranged.

Carlos: Somebody else came up with it.

Marley: Well, who?

Jamie: Ready to go home?

Marley: Oh, Jamie.

It is so good to see you.

Jamie: Was it awful?

Marley: Yeah. You think you're going to be all right, and then they lock the door.

Jamie: Well, it's over now. Everything's going to be all right.

Marley: Well, how did you arrange for me to get out so early?

Jamie: One of the judges is an old friend of the family. Cass and I persuaded him to set bail an hour ago.

Marley: And the bond money?

Jamie: I arranged for that, too.

Marley: Jamie, Vicky was going to take care of that.

Jamie: I talked to Vicky. I filled her in on everything.

Marley: Well, how is she?

Jamie: She's worried.

Marley: Nobody knows how hard this is for her.

Jamie: Marley, why are we talking about Vicky?

Marley: Well, now that Ryan had to arrest me, she's --

Jamie: Well, to hell with Ryan.

Marley: Jamie, I'm just --

Jamie: Look what that jerk put you through. I mean, the thought of you here last night, locked up like a criminal --

Marley: I know. I never thought they would arrest me or that I would stand trial.

Jamie: Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Marley: How's Jake?

Jamie: His condition's the same. He's still very critical.

Marley: Do you think he'll pull through?

Jamie: I've seen it happen. People suddenly just wake up.

Marley: But he could die, couldn't he? Jake could die and I will be charged with murder.

Jamie: Marley, listen to me, you are innocent. You are not going to jail.

Cass: Ok, we are finally set to go. We can blow this pop stand. I'm just really sorry that I couldn't get you out last night. Sometimes I think the entire justice system is held together with red tape.

Marley: It's ok. Thanks for everything, Cass.

Cass: They let me sign out for this. To look at you, I'd never know that you spent the night in this palace, would you, Jamie?

Jamie: No, she's incredible.

Marley: I was there, all right. I was in there and I'm never going to forget it.

Ryan: What do you mean?

Frankie: You know what I mean.

Ryan: Look, I got a lot on my mind, so why don't you just tell me?

Frankie: My wedding day, you kidnapped me, remember, the bride missing and all that? That had a way of ruining the day.

Ryan: I thought you understood.

Frankie: I do understand, but the fact remains that you ruined the happiest day of my life, and from where I stand, you owe me.

Ryan: Oh.

Frankie: Look, it's not like I'm asking for myself, Ryan, it's for Marley. She needs all the help she can get right now.

Ryan: What exactly are you asking for?

Frankie: You know as well as I do Marley didn't do this. Now if we knew what evidence you guys had, we could --

Ryan: Cass is going to get a full disclosure --

Frankie: Ryan, it could take weeks for Cass to get the same information the police and the D.A. already have. You know, if you could give us just an inkling --

Ryan: An inkling?

Frankie: Of what you guys are basing this case on -- yeah, an inkling is practically nothing, practically insignificant.

Ryan: Frankie, I can't tell you anything.

Frankie: I will remember that the next time I look at my empty wedding album.

Ryan: Frankie --

Frankie: What?

Ryan: I don't like doing this.

Frankie: Yeah, I'm sure you don't.

Ryan: You know, all I ever wanted to be in this whole wide world was a cop. Just a cop.

Frankie: Uh-huh.

Ryan: Frankie, I like my job. I'm good at my job.

Frankie: Too good.

Ryan: I wish to hell this weren't happening to Marley, but I can't help you.

Frankie: May I say something here?

Ryan: Sure.

Frankie: This reason that you wanted to be a cop -- I figure maybe it's because you wanted to see justice done.

Ryan: That's right.

Frankie: Right. Well, for some unknown reason, Marley isn't doing very much to help herself. Now, that's not your fault, but it is helping this case go your way, and Cass is having to work overtime just to make sure her rights are protected. You want to see justice done? If you know of anything that could help us find out what Marley isn't saying --

Ryan: I can't. I can't.

Frankie: I understand. I really do.

Ryan: Frankie?

Frankie: Hmm?

Ryan: We could, of course, speak hypothetically.

Frankie: Hypothetically?

Ryan: Yeah.

Frankie: Ok, hypothetically.

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Frankie: Hypothetically, there could be another clue that could lead to another suspect, something the press doesn't know about?

Ryan: It's possible.

Frankie: Yes.

Ryan: Let's just say some hairs were found on the victim's clothing.

Frankie: Uh-huh. Ok, let's suppose that these hairs were, for example, red.

Ryan: Well, since we're speaking in the abstract, let's say they're blond.

Frankie: Blond hairs. Blond hairs could lead to some very interesting suspects. These hairs might even come from more than one person.

Ryan: There's every chance of that.

Frankie: Theoretically speaking, where might these hairs be right now?

Ryan: Hypothetically speaking?

Frankie: Mm-hmm.

Ryan: Down at the lab for analysis.

Frankie: And how long might these tests take?

Ryan: Oh, about a day or two.

Frankie: Thanks, Ryan.

Ryan: For what?

Frankie: Nothing.

Vicky: Cass and Jamie are arranging for bail now.

Michael: I can't believe no one called to tell me. I can't believe it.

Donna: When are they going to let her come home?

Vicky: Jamie said sometime today.

Michael: She should never have been forced to spend a night in jail.

Vicky: Dad, there was no choice. You couldn't do anything.

Michael: Well, there's plenty I can do now.

Vicky: Dad --

Michael: Look, I wasn't here when you two were children, all right, but I'm here now. You shouldn't have to handle any of this kind of stuff yourself.

Vicky: I thought Cass was going to call you. I'm sorry.

Michael: Now where is your sister? Where is she?

Vicky: Police headquarters.

Michael: Thank you. Look, I'm going to go down and call from my office, all right? I'll be back in a minute.

Vicky: Oh, you hold it. You and I need to talk.

Donna: This is not the time --

Vicky: You are to blame for all of this.

Donna: What?

Vicky: If you'd been honest with Marley from the very beginning, none of this would've happened.

Donna: Victoria, don't start this with me right now.

Vicky: If you had told her what happened with you and Jake, then she never would've given him the time of day. Now you have ruined my sister's life, and now I am going to ruin yours, mother.

Reuben: Excuse me.

Josie: Oh. Oh, hot coffee, great.

Reuben: You sit the next one out, ok?

Josie: Oh, Reuben. Thank you so much for being here.

Reuben: You kidding? I wouldn't miss America's primo model in action.

Josie: In polyester, you mean.

Reuben: Come on, catalog work pays good. Besides, it's exposure.

Josie: Any more exposure and I'm going to have double pneumonia.

Reuben: That's the business, Josie. Some assignments are just better than others. You're going to be back on top again soon, I know it. I can feel it.

Josie: All I feel is cold.

Reuben: What's the matter with you? Are you ok? What's wrong?

Josie: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just -- I guess I'm just worried about my mom.

Reuben: Any word from her?

Josie: No.

Reuben: Well, do you miss her at all or -- I'm sorry, that was a stupid question. Look, Josie, I'm a poor stand-in for a mom, but if you need a hug or something, I'm here.

Josie: Thanks.

Well, I -- I'd better move it, change into my next polyester combo.

Reuben: All right.

Josie: That's -- that's Leo Gascone.

Reuben: You mean the famous producer?

Josie: Yes.

Reuben: I wonder, what the heck is he doing here? Excuse me. How you doing? Um, can I help you?

Leo: Yeah, I was scouting locations and I got an urgent message. Where is she?

Reuben: Who?

Leo: Doria Greene.

Reuben: Beats me. Who's she?

Leo: Look, the message said the star of my next picture was out here. That's Doria Greene.

Reuben: Oh, oh, I'm sorry. You're wrong.

Leo: I am?

Reuben: Yes, you are. You see, the star of your next film is right here. Right here.

Josie: Reuben --

Leo: Just what kind of stunt do you think you're pulling?

Cass: Who's in favor of trading this charming locale for my office?

Marley: You have to ask?

Cass: We were just leaving.

Ryan: Just wanted to make sure Marley was ok before she left.

Jamie: Give me a break, Ryan.

Cass: And just what do you consider ok?

Marley: I'm ok, Ryan, thank you for your concern.

Cass: Going back to my office. Have you had a chance to talk with him?

Frankie: Yes, I have. I'll see you later, ok?

Frankie: So, what are you thinking?

Ryan: Just thinking about how different Marley is from her sister or her mother. So quiet and controlled. She's the one who's being booked for attempted murder.

Frankie: I take it Vicky's giving you a rough time.

Ryan: Do you blame her?

Frankie: Look, Ryan, I forgave you for ruining my wedding day. Maybe Vicky will eventually understand about Marley.

Ryan: Fat chance. I mean, she's willful, she's arrogant, she doesn't listen to any reason.

Frankie: I'm picking up some pretty heavy vibes here.

Ryan: Look, I had to arrest Marley. There was too much evidence against her. But --

Frankie: But you wish you didn't have to do it to her or to Vicky.

Ryan: It's a lot worse than that.

Frankie: What does that mean?

Ryan: I've got this gut feeling Vicky's hiding something from me, and I can't back off until I find out what it is.

Donna: Listen to me, if I had told Marley what happened with me and Jake, it would have devastated her. I did it to protect her.

Vicky: You did it to protect yourself.

Donna: No. My first concerns were always with Marley and Michael.

Vicky: Uh-uh.

Donna: Things will work out.

Vicky: Mother, you weren't there last night. Marley was charged. She could go to prison. Now everything you lied to protect is slowly being destroyed. Was it worth it?

Donna: I can't believe Ryan Harrison would do this to Marley.

Vicky: Ryan?

Donna: And I thought you two were so close. Can't you get him to drop the charges?

Vicky: I can't get him to do anything. He's one of those honorable people, you know, like Dad, like the ones you and I don't understand.

Donna: Can't you talk to him?

Vicky: No, I can't see him. And believe me, I will never forgive you for that.

Donna: I know why you're blaming me. You can't face the fact that you're as responsible for what's happening to Marley as I am.

Vicky: I did not --

Donna: If you hadn't convinced Marley that you would be absolutely devastated if she'd showed her feelings for Jamie, she wouldn't be in this situation.

Vicky: I just told you that I can't see a man that I really care about. Do you even listen to me when I talk to you?

Donna: You told me the other day that you had a plan to protect Marley. I don't believe that anymore, Victoria. I think you're trying to protect somebody, but I don't think it's Marley.

Vicky: What are you getting at?

Donna: You're involved in this somehow, aren't you? Aren't you? That's why you're acting so angry with me.

Michael: Marley's been released. She's at Cass' office. We're going down there.

Donna: Oh, thank God.

Michael: Now, ok?

Donna: I'll just get dressed.

Vicky: Wait, Dad.

Reuben: Ok, Mr. Gascone, I'm Reuben, Reuben Lawrence. I'm Miss Watts' agent.

Leo: I'm impressed.

Reuben: Ok, ok. All right, look, I read the breakdowns, ok, and I know that you're casting for the part of a model with a big heart. That is Josie. Look at her. It's perfect casting.

Leo: Well, she's got the look, I'll give you that. She and Doria could be sisters.

Photographer: Come on, Josie.

Josie: I guess I should get back to work. It was really, really, really nice meeting you, Mr. Gascone. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Reuben: You see? You see? That is what I'm talking about. The girl already comes with her own identity. I mean, she -- think of the possible P.R. Think about that -- the "Sophisticate" girl. You can't buy that kind of publicity.

Leo: What's a super model doing, doing a shoot like this?

Reuben: She is helping out a friend. That's the kind of girl she is. She's a sweetheart. That's what I'm talking about.

Leo: Save the sob story, ok? Look, my hunch is it's you she's helping. You're trying to pick up a quick buck as her agent.

Reuben: Hey, man, what kind of a crack is -- ow, ow, ow. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.

Leo: It's all right.

Reuben: Look, I believe in her, ok? She's special. That's why I'm doing this, because we're friends. Let me tell you something, man, she doesn't need you, or me for that matter, ok, to prove that she has what it takes to make it. Josie Watts is going to be a big star. I'm giving you the chance to get in on the ground floor. I've read that -- that you used to be a producer who took chances.

Leo: Ok.

Reuben: Ok? You're going to do it? You're going to let her test for the model?

Leo: There's a bit that she might be able to handle. I'll give her a break.

Reuben: Hold on, hold on. I also read that you don't give nobody a break unless there's something in it for you.

Leo: Just get her to sign the standard contract.

Reuben: And what's the bottom line?

Leo: The bottom line is this is the kid's first movie.

Reuben: So you're talking minimum? That is a "Sophisticate" girl, man.

Leo: She's nobody.

Reuben: Oh, yeah, nobody? Well, I tell you what, double scale or nothing.

Leo: You drive a hard bargain. I guess it's nothing.

Frankie: What do you mean Vicky is hiding something?

Ryan: Frankie, I've got to get back to work.

Frankie: Look, Ryan, for what it's worth, I think you're treating Marley as fairly as you can. Vicky will see that.

Ryan: Well, it doesn't matter anymore because we are history.

Frankie: That's funny. You never struck me as the type who gave up so easily.

Ryan: Oh, come on, Frankie.

Frankie: I'd better let you get back to your work. You take care, ok?

Ryan: Bye.

Frankie: Bye.

Carlos: That usher at the opera house called again.

Ryan: Yeah, what's up?

Carlos: He'd like you to meet him at the theater, if that's ok.

Ryan: Did he say anything more about, uh -- about Vicky?

Carlos: No. Are you all right? You seem a little out of it.

Ryan: Yeah, I'm just tired.

Carlos: Couldn't be this case is getting you down?

Ryan: The usher said that he had something to add to Vicky's alibi.

Carlos: That surprises you?

Ryan: No, it's just --

Carlos: Not sure you really want to know?

Marley: Cass, I guess you have a lot of questions for me.

Cass: You know I do.

Marley: All right, I have one for you before we start. Thank you.

Cass: Fire away.

Marley: Cass, how does it look?

Cass: Well, most of the evidence against you is circumstantial. I wish they hadn't intimidated you into making that statement, but I think I can discredit it.

Jamie: Then you think this will go to trial?

Cass: It does look that way. Please come in. In any case, I need to start preparing.

Marley: What are you going to do?

Cass: We're not playing around anymore. If I'm going to be prepared, you have to tell me everything.

Marley: Oh, Cass, believe me, I understand. This is all becoming very real for me.

Cass: Good, because I need the whole story, not an edited version. And if you have problems with that, now's the time to tell me.

Marley: Are they going to drag Jamie into this?

Jamie: Don't worry about that. I've got nothing to hide. I'll do what you need, Cass.

Cass: Thank you, Jamie. Actually, right now I just need to speak with Marley alone, if you don't mind.

Jamie: You'll be all right?

Marley: Yes, I'll be fine, thanks.

Cass: Thanks. Ok, this scenario could play itself out a number of ways. One, the D.A. might not be able to make a case. If that happens, it's over. We don't even need to present a defense.

Marley: Really?

Cass: Yeah. That would be great, wouldn't it?

Marley: Yeah.

Cass: But if the case isn't dismissed, then we do have to present a defense, and I need to know how you figure in that.

Marley: I -- I'm not sure what you mean, Cass.

Cass: I mean whether I'm going to have to do it with your help or without it. Marley?

Marley: Hmm?

Cass: You've been keeping the truth from me. But that's before. Now I need you to be totally honest. I need you to tell me every detail of what happened that night.

Marley: Everything?

Cass: Yes, everything.

Man: Actually, I'm assistant manager. On occasion, I pitch in if we're short ushers.

Ryan: Like the night Jake McKinnon was shot?

Man: Exactly. Could you excuse me for one minute?

Ryan: I just want to know about Vicky Hudson.

Man: I need to give a message to someone in the box office. He got here a little more quickly than I expected.

Ryan: Go ahead. I'll be right here.

"La Bohème."

[Opera music plays]

Vicky: Oh, no, no!

Ryan: I can't get out of it.

Vicky: I don't want to go to this thing alone.

Ryan: Look, why don't you give me a ticket and I'll meet you by the second act?

Vicky: All right, all right, why don't you give me a little story summary before you go, because I'm not going to understand this.

Ryan: Well, it's a love story, so I'm sure you can figure it out.

Vicky: You promise you'll try and show up?

Ryan: I promise.

[Opera music continues]

Bridget: I just, ahem, saw Steven. I think he's going to be up pretty soon.

Vicky: Great.

Bridget: Your tea, dear.

Vicky: Thanks.

Bridget: Isn't that "La Bohème" that's playing?

Vicky: Yeah, yeah, what of it?

Bridget: Well, I never knew that you were really interested in opera.

Vicky: Yeah, I know, Bridget, I didn't used to like this long-haired stuff.

Bridget: Then why do you listen to it?

Vicky: This is the opera that I saw the night Jake was shot. And I just want to remember every minute about that night.

Bridget: Victoria? Are you sure you're all right?

Vicky: Bridget, I'm fine.

Bridget: How can you be fine, dear? My Jake is in that hospital bed and Marley's got all this trouble.

Vicky: Bridget, everything is going to be fine. Marley is going to be fine and her charges are going to be dropped eventually.

Bridget: It's just that I wish there was something I could do.

Vicky: There is.

Bridget: What is it?

Vicky: I'm sorry. Why don't -- why don't you go cook that -- that veal thing that Marley really likes? You know, the one that takes all day and you use every pot in the kitchen?

Bridget: Oh, you mean my Veal Prince Orloff.

Vicky: Yes, him. Why don't you make that for Marley for when she gets home, ok?

Bridget: Marley's coming back here?

Vicky: Yes, of course. Where else would she go?

Bridget: But I thought may be she'd go with her mom and dad.

Vicky: Bridget, no matter what Marley and I have been through in the past, she -- she just wants to be with me now. Especially now.

Marley: I tried to give him the engagement ring back, but he wouldn't take it, so I put it in his pocket.

Cass: You didn't throw it?

Marley: No.

Cass: Did Jake?

Marley: No. Not -- not while I was there.

Cass: You told the police that Jake used force on you.

Marley: He -- he tried to force me to have sex with him.

Cass: Ok. But you managed to get away and then you left?

Marley: Yes.

Cass: You didn't see any gun, Jake was fine?

Marley: He was fine the last time I saw him. I'm sorry I didn't say any of this before. I was just pretty confused, Cass.

Cass: As long as you're being completely honest with me now, things will work out.

Cass: Ok. Anything else you can add to what happened in the loft?

Marley: No.

Cass: Uh, after you left, you drove around, and you didn't see anyone?

Vicky: Oh, my God. Marley, did you tell him? Did you tell him you can't marry him?

Marley: I tried. He wouldn't listen.

Vicky: What do you mean he wouldn't listen? He doesn't have a choice. Did he rape you?

Marley: God, he -- he tried!

Vicky: I knew he was going to do something like this. Baby, he's not going to hurt you again. I'm going to take care of him.

Marley: No, Vicky, you can't. You can't go there.

Vicky's voice: He's hurt you too many times, Marley. He's not going to get away with it again.

Cass: Marley?

Marley: I'm sorry, what -- what?

Cass: After you left the loft, did you discuss what happened with anyone?

Marley: No. Not until I got -- got to Vicky's, and Ryan was there and told me that Jake had been shot.

Michael: Is she in here? Marley, honey, are you all right?

Donna: Darling.

Marley: I'm ok, I'm ok.

Donna: It must have been awful.

Marley: I'm ok, I'm all right. It wasn't that bad. I just feel dirty and I would kill for a shower. That was a really poor choice of words.

Michael: Don't worry about it. Look, we want you to come home with us.

Marley: No, I'm going home to Vicky's.

Donna: Marley, after everything that's happened --

Michael: Please, please, be with us.

Donna: We want to take care of you, please.

Marley: No, I don't need that. I'll be fine.

Michael: Honey, you are charged with attempted murder.

Marley: And I'm going to be charged with that no matter where I'm staying.

Jamie: Marley, you're not going to go lock yourself up in that house and just leave everybody alone.

Marley: Will you all please try and understand?

Michael: I understand that no matter where you live, I am involved in this case.

Donna: Your father is trying to find out everything he can about what happened to Jake.

Marley: Well, there is nothing to find out. Could you please drive me to Vicky's?

Jamie: Sure.

Michael: I'll call you later.

Donna: I'll walk you to the car, darling.

Michael: You want to tell me why in the hell you didn't call me?

Cass: Because Marley requested me not to.

Michael: Why would you listen to Marley?

Cass: Michael, you have to remember that I'm Marley's lawyer.

Michael: And I am Marley's father! No, I'm sorry. What do we do now, Cass? What's next? What happens?

Cass: We probably go to trial. If she's found guilty, she faces three to five years in prison.

Michael: She's not guilty, Cass.

Cass: You know I'll do everything I possibly can, Michael.

Michael: Three to five years? Is that the worst possible scenario?

Cass: No. Jake could die, and then the charges would be murder.

Reuben: Ok, all right, look, you could spend hours looking for a girl who can play the sister of Doria. I mean, that might even take weeks, it could hold up production. And like you said, time is money.

Leo: You really believe in this kid, don't you?

Reuben: Yes, I do. Josie's going to be a major talent, and I'm determined to protect her interests. Money is the gauge of success in this business.

Leo: You know what it's all about. I respect that. Double the standard rate, guaranteed six weeks minimum.

Reuben: How about 12?

Leo: How about 10?

Reuben: Ok, ok.

Leo: Shooting starts in L.A. in three weeks. My lawyers will be expecting your call.

Reuben: Ok, no problem, no problem. We'll be there. We will be there. I'll see you guys. All right, yes. Good doing business with you. Yes, my brother, yes. Yes, yes, I did it! I pulled it off! Yes! Yes!

Photographer: That's it, ladies, it's a wrap.

Reuben: Whoo! I don't believe it.

Josie: What's so good?

Reuben: I pulled it off. I just made the deal of our lives. I did it!

Josie: Oh, so I suppose I got the part?

Reuben: Well, you didn't get the part, but you got a part, at double scale. You did it!

Josie: You mean you really did it?

Reuben: Yes, I did it! And this is just the start. Pretty soon you're going to have your own star on Hollywood Boulevard and I'm going to have to sweep it off.

Josie: I don't believe you.

Reuben: Believe it. I'm telling you, 10 weeks in L.A. on a Leo Gascone film! We did it! How come you ain't jumping up and down? What's wrong with you?

Josie: L.A.?

Reuben: Yes, L.A., Josie. That's where they make movies.

Josie: I can't leave Bay City right now.

Reuben: Josie, what are you talking about?

Josie: I'm sorry, Reuben, I just -- I don't think I can do this.

Cass: They're handling it differently, but they're both scared.

Frankie: It must be so hard, watching your child go through something like this. Did she do it?

Cass: Says she didn't.

Frankie: Not even in self-defense?

Cass: Says that Jake was fine when she left him.

Frankie: And you believe her?

Cass: About that, yes, I do. But she's hiding something.

Frankie: You've known her for a long time.

Cass: Yeah, something's weighing on her. I just hope she doesn't crack.

Frankie: Marley's in good hands.

Cass: Oh, so am I. That feels great.

Frankie: I talked to Ryan.

Cass: Oh. How'd you make out?

Frankie: Better than you might think.

Cass: From Detective Harrison? Who would've thunk it.

Frankie: I wish you wouldn't be so hard on him, Cass.

Cass: I know captives are supposed to fall in love with their kidnappers, but this is ridiculous.

Frankie: I did not fall in love with him.

Cass: Well, you did have an extenuating circumstance, didn't you? You had me. But, honey, I have to tell you, you're way too soft on the guy.

Frankie: Now why is that?

Cass: Because he strikes me as being a control freak. He had control over you, now he's got it over Marley, and he's enjoying it too much.

Frankie: He quit the feds over what happened with me.

Cass: Oh, come on.

Frankie: Why would he say something like that if it wasn't true?

Cass: So that you'd come home and ruin my already rotten day by telling me that Ryan Harrison is a sensitive, new-age kind of guy. Frankie, he's a jerk.

Frankie: Oh, yeah?

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: Then why did he tell me something?

Cass: Oh, he told you something?

Frankie: Didn't I just say that?

Cass: Oh.

Frankie: Mm-hmm.

Cass: That nice man?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Was it something significant?

Frankie: Some blond hairs were found on Jake's clothing. They're running tests to determine whose they are. Results should be back in a few days.

Cass: Blond, huh?

Frankie: Yeah. I know.

Cass: Marley struggled with Jake. There's every chance that the hair could be hers.

Frankie: But maybe those hairs aren't Marley's. Maybe they come from somebody else, right?

Cass: Then maybe we could put that somebody else at the loft at that time.

Frankie: And when you think about it, Jake had a lot of things going on with a whole bunch of different blonds.

Cass: There was Iris.

Frankie: Yes, who hired him.

Cass: And paid him a lot of money, enough that he could start buying original artwork.

Frankie: Uh-huh.

Cass: Paulina Cory.

Frankie: Whom he hired.

Cass: Among other things. And then there's someone else.

Frankie: Who?

Cass: I don't even like to think about this one -- Vicky Hudson.

Frankie: Ryan doesn't like to think about that either.

Cass: What do you mean?

Frankie: He let it slip that he thinks Vicky is hiding something.

Vicky: Sweetie? Sorry you didn't sleep much last night. I guess you can tell things when they're a little screwed up, can't you, hmm? But I'm not going to hurt you. Nothing's going to hurt you, ok?

Can you show Mommy the red balloon?

Marley: Vicky?

Vicky: Oh. Hi. I didn't hear you come in.

Marley: You were reading. Hiya, sweetheart. How you doing? Hi.

Vicky: How are you? Can I get you something, some tea?

Marley: No. No, I'm fine. Just stay with Steven. It's where you belong, Vicky.

Donna: I know what I'll do. I'll call Peter in New York and I'll get him to convince Marley that she should be here with us. The two of them were always very close.

Michael: Donna, you are not to call Peter, all right?

Donna: Michael, he's changed.

Michael: No, I don't mean that. I mean Marley is perfectly capable of deciding where she wants to live.

Donna: But, Michael, if she's going to be convicted --

Michael: She's not going to be convicted. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Honey, I know how frightened you are.

Donna: Are you?

Michael: No, I'm not. Marley did not shoot Jake. She's going to be cleared, if I have to clear her myself.

Donna: How are you going to do that?

Michael: Well, to tell you the truth, I've already found out a few interesting facts.

Donna: Oh?

Michael: Yeah. For one, Iris Wheeler, well, hasn't told us all she knows. It seems she was pretty connected to Jake. And from what I understand, Paulina was in pretty deep. It seems there's an awful lot no one knows about Jake McKinnon. Are you all right? Are you ok?

Donna: I just want to snap my fingers and have this all go away.

Michael: Donna, what happened wasn't your fault. You didn't make it happen. You can't make it go away.

Donna: I know Marley didn't hurt Jake. She's not capable of doing anything that violent. She's always been kind and gentle. She's not -- she's not like --

Michael: Like who, Donna? Like Vicky?

[Monitor beeps]

Marley: Steven asleep?

Vicky: Finally. He didn't sleep much last night.

Marley: He senses when -- when you're upset, Vicky.

Vicky: Yeah, I guess.

Marley: Well, he doesn't have to worry, and neither do you, Vicky. Everything is going to be fine.

Vicky: Fine? Marley, you're going to face a trial in a few weeks.

Marley: I can -- I can handle that.

Vicky: I couldn't. I don't -- I don't think I could see the inside of another courtroom. Not after that judge told me that I'd lost Steven.

Marley: That won't happen.

Vicky: Yeah, yeah, that's what I thought. And then there I was, just like I was in some weird Italian movie, you know, like -- like by the guy you like.

Marley: Oh, Fellini?

Vicky: Everything gets all twisted and weird and nothing you say comes out the way that you meant for it to. You never should've opened your mouth. You don't know what you're in for, Marley. They are going to accuse you of things that you never did and they're going to turn your whole life upside down just like mine was when I was on trial.

Marley: No. No, Vicky, it will be ok. I'll take care of everything. We can do this together.

Vicky: How?

Marley: I think we both know what we have to do. Vicky, I meant what I said last night. I don't want you involved in this. Nobody will ever know that you went to Jake's the night he was shot. The only person that knows the truth is me. And I'm not going to say anything. I promise you.

[Monitor beeps]

Man: Sorry I kept you waiting.

Ryan: Don't worry about it. So over the phone you said that you had some new information to give me?

Man: Yes.

Ryan: About the night Jake McKinnon was shot?

Man: I mentioned the other day I escorted Miss Hudson to her box that night. I remembered later that I sat her just the one time.

Ryan: That doesn't sound so unusual.

Man: Her seat was here in the box. I always stand here and greet all the patrons who bought the high-priced tickets.

Ryan: And?

Man: I told you, Miss Hudson was there that night, but at first I didn't realize how important it was to tell you everything. Miss Hudson left her seat after the first act and didn't return.

Ryan: So you're telling me that she wasn't here the entire performance?

Man: That's exactly what I'm telling you.

[Monitor beeps]

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