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Another World Transcript Wednesday 10/18/06
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[Loud music playing]
[Knock on door]
Sam: Come on in. It's open.
Olivia: Hi, it sounded like you have the whole band in here. What's going on?
Sam: Just working.
Olivia: Have you been outside yet? It's beautiful.
Sam: No, just trying to finish up this pastel series here.
Olivia: It's a perfect day for a picnic.
Sam: It's a little cold for that, don't you think?
Olivia: Uh-uh, not in the sun, not when you have blankets, hot soup, a bottle of wine, and all kinds of other goodies waiting for you in the car.
Sam: You made us lunch.
Olivia: I made enough for dinner. I was hoping if we found the right spot, maybe we could last until sunset.
Sam: Sounds fantastic, but I promised Caroline I'd finish this series and get it to her this afternoon. Then I've got the meeting with Amanda and Alli's teacher.
Olivia: Oh, that's right. I forgot all about that.
[Knock on door]
Sam: It's ok. Excuse me.
Man: Are you Sam Fowler?
Sam: Yes, what can I help you with?
Man: For you.
Sam: The county court.
Man: Could you sign here, please?
Olivia: What is it?
Man: The date and time, too.
Sam: Yeah, ok.
Man: Thanks, and better luck next time.
Sam: It's the divorce papers. It's final.
Paulina: You ok?
Amanda: This is going to be harder than I thought.
Paulina: Say this for the guy, he sure knows how to live.
Amanda: I used to love this apartment, and now it just gives me the creeps. Look, I really don't need the things that I left here --
Paulina: You want Evan to keep them?
Amanda: Good point.
Paulina: You sure picked a tough day to tackle this. I mean, to come over here right after you get your divorce papers.
Amanda: Well, it seemed perfect to me. What happened here caused the divorce. I used to come here with Evan. I felt like I could just shut the world away.
Paulina: You liked that?
Amanda: It was exciting. I was so stupid. I didn't see that I was shutting out the best part of my life.
Paulina: What do you say we get your things and get out of here?
Amanda: You should have seen me! I was such an idiot! You should have seen me curled up here on this couch with a glass of wine listening to all of Evan's lies.
Paulina: You think Evan will come back for all these things?
Amanda: Oh, I don't know. I don't care. Do you want a drink?
Paulina: No. I haven't had any lunch yet.
Amanda: Neither have I, but I'm having one.
Amanda: I don't believe this.
Jamie: Wake up, Jake. For once in your life do something for Marley. Tell everyone she never fired that gun. I know she didn't do it, but you're the only one who can tell us who did. It's amazing. You're lying here unable to speak or move, and you're still hurting her.
Vicky: If you let him die, no one would blame you.
Sam: I thought I would feel this huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Now I feel like a -- some sort of loser.
Olivia: Oh, Sam, it's hard not to feel that way when something falls apart, especially if you have a child, but you did everything you could to make that marriage work.
Sam: Listen to this, "both parties state irreconcilable differences, which have been confirmed by this court. Irredeemable breakdown of the marriage. The parties now live separate and apart without cohabitation. The state hereby grants absolute divorce." It's pretty cold stuff, huh?
Olivia: I hope you never have to hear anything like that again.
Sam: Me, too.
Olivia: Are you going to be able to work now?
Sam: Probably not.
Olivia: Well, then, maybe I could twist your arm for that picnic in the sunshine with the wine and the cheese and the bread?
Sam: I think the picnic sounds like a perfect idea, ok? The only thing is it can't last all afternoon.
Olivia: Oh. I will have you back in time for your meeting with Alli's teacher. I'll be timekeeper.
Sam: Thank you.
Olivia: Ok, let's go. Come on. Why don't you bring your sketch pad? You never know, you might get inspired.
Sam: All right.
Ryan: We're talking about a possible homicide here. The department has a lot riding on those findings, so when are you going to get them to me?
Man: We'll get it to you. We've got our priorities, too.
Ryan: When? When are you going to get them to me? What -- today, next year?
Man: When I finish this analysis for Dr. Hudson.
Man: You don't like it, go to another lab.
Ryan: He'd better have an emergency going on, or else Dr. Hudson's going to have to answer to me directly.
John: Oh, yeah?
Ryan: Dr. Hudson.
John: In the flesh.
Ryan: You're holding up the analysis of police evidence. I hope you have a damn good reason.
John: How's 26 cases of food poisoning at a grade school?
John: You don't wait in line with salmonella. How's it going?
Man: A high white count. This one's not salmonellosis.
John: All right, great. Listen, would you get this up to Dr. Rutherford's office as soon as you can? The guys from CDC are waiting.
Ryan: I'm sorry I lost my cool back there. I'm getting a lot of pressure to move on this thing.
John: Marley is my niece.
Ryan: Yeah, I know --
John: I'm just as anxious as you are to find out whose blonde hair was discovered on Jake McKinnon.
Ryan: So, I'll check back on you later.
John: Dr. Elaine Rutherford's office, please. Dr. Rutherford, this is Dr. Hudson. No, there are no new cases. Right. Listen, I've just sent the lab tech up to your office with the results. Yeah. Thank you. A compliment from Dr. Elaine Rutherford? Hmm, wonders will never cease.
Iris: Oh, John.
Iris: How are you? Are they keeping you busy? I'm here for a board meeting myself.
John: In the lab?
Iris: Well, you know, I want to familiarize myself with every aspect of the hospital. I'm very serious about this job.
John: I see.
Iris: Well, now that I've run into you, maybe you could tell me, how is Marley holding up?
John: As well as can be expected.
Iris: You haven't seen this morning's papers then?
John: No, I've been here all night.
Iris: Marley's picture's all over them.
John: Grant's behind this.
Iris: Yes, apparently he considers this little victory of his a mandate. He's demanding justice for Jake McKinnon.
John: So I see.
Iris: Yes, he's quoted as saying that "there shouldn't be one set of rules for the poor and another for the rich and beautiful." It's obvious he means Marley.
John: Excuse me.
Michael: Iris, interesting reading here?
Iris: Well, yeah, I was --
Michael: You were just, uh, probably looking for the lab report on the hair found on Jake's clothing. Am I right?
Iris: No, of course not.
Michael: Iris, I'm surprised. You know, I thought you weren't interested in this case at all, nor about Jake.
Iris: All right. I admit it. My curiosity did get the better of me.
Michael: Iris, I think it's a lot more than that. I think you were a lot more personally involved in this case than you are admitting, and I want to know how -- right now.
Vicky: Chill out. I know you wouldn't do anything to push Jake over the edge even if you did hate his guts as much as everyone else does.
Jamie: I don't think it's a good idea for you to hang around, Vicky. You're certainly not doing Jake any good.
Vicky: One word from Jake and Marley would be cleared, but wouldn't you know the one time you want him around he's out cold. It's typical Jake.
Jamie: Vicky, calm down, ok?
Vicky: Do you think he's going to pull through?
Jamie: The longer he stays in a coma the worse his chances are.
Vicky: That's great. He's in there holding all the cards, and it's like he's spiting us all on purpose.
Jamie: Oh, I don't think we have to wait for Jake to recover to find out who really shot him.
Vicky: You don't?
Jamie: No, but some people are going to have to change their stories and stop lying.
Vicky: What the hell do you mean by that?
Ryan: All right, what's going on here?
Jamie: Nothing's going on. Jake's the same.
Ryan: So, what were you arguing about?
Vicky: We weren't arguing. We were talking, which is something you and I aren't doing, so if you'll excuse me.
Ryan: Hold it, Vicky.
Vicky: I wish you and your goons would stop following me.
Ryan: Look, nobody is following you. I'm just trying to get an update on Jake.
Vicky: Oh. Jamie, good-bye. I hope this idiot doesn't give you a hard time.
Ryan: Vick --
Jamie: You want an update? Here it is. McKinnon's still in a coma.
Ryan: Well, that much is obvious. What about the long-term?
Jamie: The most recent CAT scan shows that we can remove the bullet and relieve the pressure on the spine if we could operate, that is if his vitals were strong enough to withstand the surgery.
Ryan: And they're not.
Jamie: Not by a long shot, Ryan. In any case, unless something happens to cause the bullet to migrate, Dr. Nelson seldom operates on someone who's comatose. There you have it.
Ryan: You're not painting a very pretty picture.
Jamie: No, I'm not.
Ryan: So, you don't think he's going to come out of it?
Jamie: His prognosis isn't good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I do have other patients.
Ryan: You know, I wish you wouldn't take an attitude with me. I'm not trying to pick on Marley. I'm not trying to pin this on her.
John: Excuse me. I don't mean to interrupt. Jamie, I've got to take off for about an hour. Jerry Brown's going to cover for me.
Jamie: No problem.
John: Well, have you seen the papers this morning, officer?
John: Spoken to your brother?
Ryan: What does Grant have to do with this?
John: He got his buddies over at the Press to rake Marley over the coals.
Jamie: You're kidding me.
John: Makes him look like a real "law and order" kind of guy. Well, I'm going to put a stop to it. Be back in about an hour.
Jamie: Now you got your brother on the case, Ryan?
Ryan: I'll deal with my brother later, but right now I need to deal with Marley and Vicky and what they're hiding. I could use your help.
Jamie: You'll get my help as soon as you start interviewing some of the other people who could have put Jake in there.
Iris: I never could hide anything from you. You always knew what I was thinking even before I thought it.
Michael: You can skip the trip down memory lane, Iris. Just talk to me.
Iris: All right, Michael, but I want you to keep this to yourself. Marley is not the only one under suspicion. That detective was questioning Paulina.
Michael: Well, that make sense, doesn't it? Paulina worked for Jake.
Iris: Oh, she did a lot more than that, a lot more. She was having an affair with him, and he dumped her for Marley.
Michael: Well, what's your point?
Iris: The point is that everybody thinks that Paulina's a Cory now, and no matter how I think or what I feel about her, I do not want the Cory name being dragged through the mud.
Michael: Well, tell me, Iris, do you think Paulina is involved in this?
Iris: I don't know. I just wanted to see what I could find out.
Michael: Let me tell you, if you find anything out, you'd better tell me because my daughter is being devastated right now. If you know anything at all that would clear my daughter and you hold back, I will find out, and when I do, there will be hell to pay.
Amanda: I was actually going to marry him.
Paulina: Close the box. Put it away.
Amanda? What's all this?
Amanda: Toys that Evan bought for Alli.
Paulina: They're brand new.
Amanda: He bought them so that she would have something to play with if she ever came over here. He wanted to be her father.
Paulina: Well, I'm sure they'll make the super's kids very happy.
Amanda: Look at all these souvenirs! These are the matches from the hotel we stayed in in New York.
Paulina: Don't think about it.
Amanda: My bathing suit.
Paulina: I forgot. He has a hot tub, doesn't he?
Amanda: Yeah. That's where we were the first time that we --
Paulina: You want this?
Amanda: He was always buying me things. I thought it was romantic. Romantic, right.
Paulina: You know, Amanda, he's probably hoping that you're remembering all these good times so you'll change your mind.
Amanda: The good times were all fake. I remember once saying to him that this was too good to be true. And he said that my expectations weren't high enough, that I didn't have to settle for what I had with Sam. Do you believe that?
Paulina: You did.
Amanda: How could I have been so stupid?
Paulina: Evan said exactly what you wanted him to say. Jake did the same thing.
Amanda: Yeah, but you caught on.
Paulina: Only because he dumped me. How could you have known that Evan was lying to you?
Amanda: Sam told me Evan was lying to me.
Paulina: But you were afraid of Sam. Look, both Evan and Jake had a knack of getting rid of any sensible questions we asked them. They both took advantage of any vulnerability we allowed to slip through.
Amanda: I let him.
Paulina: Well, at least you found out before you married him.
Amanda: Yeah, I have Sam to thank for that.
Paulina: Come on, Amanda, let's stop beating ourselves up, ok?
Amanda: Look -- my favorite cassette.
Paulina: Throw it away. He wants you to find these things. He probably planted them here.
Amanda: Our song is on here. Wait until you hear it, especially knowing what you know.
Paulina: I'm going to put your clothes in this box. You can sort it out later. Amanda, I don't think that's such a good idea.
Amanda: No. I want to listen to it and remember so that I never make the same mistake again.
I'm going to go back in the bedroom, see what else he left for me there.
Paulina: Be there, Sam. Please be there.
Amanda: Who are you calling?
Grant: Morgan, I'm not criticizing you.
Morgan: The cops aren't doing their jobs. Half the stuff they give me isn't admissible. They lie on the stand.
Grant: Look, all I'm saying is that I want to work with the D.A.'s office.
Morgan: Why? What do you get out of it?
Grant: Well -- excuse me.
Ok, what do you got?
Man: Well, right now we only have a few leads.
Grant: You mean to tell me that your men haven't found Sharlene yet? I mean, don't I pay you enough money?
Man: The woman doesn't want to be found, congressman. She's being careful.
Grant: Oh, come on. You're a professional, aren't you?
Man: We'll find her. Don't worry. It's only a matter of time.
Grant: I don't have the time. I want you to find her right now before she contacts her husband, all right?
Man: We're on it. Don't worry.
Grant: All right. Call me as soon as you find something.
I'm sorry. Now, where were we?
Morgan: You were telling me how we should work together.
Grant: Oh, right, right. Now -- now that I've been reelected, I -- well, I want everybody to know that I am not soft on crime.
Morgan: Hmm, and you want to prove that by working with me?
Grant: Well, I think it would be very good for you, Morgan. I mean, I happen to know right now that Norton Adler is going to step down, and somebody's asked me to recommend a suitable replacement.
Morgan: You'd recommend me to run for state attorney general?
Grant: I think you'd be a great, great candidate. I mean, you've got the credentials. You've got a great track record. You've got -- well, you're tough on the bad boys, and you're a woman.
Morgan: Oh, that's a plus.
Grant: Absolutely, absolutely. Only trouble is I can't do anything about it. I mean, see, if only --
Morgan: If only what?
Grant: Well, I wish that you had more of a reputation as a prosecutor. I mean, we need something splashy. You need a hot cause to grab a little ink and tv time. I mean, cases like that instill confidence.
Morgan: I should be more visible. I know that. You think if I nailed a conviction on Marley McKinnon that would help to turn the tides?
Grant: Well, I think that that just might be very helpful. Showing that the rich and privileged Hudsons can't get away with just anything --
Paulina: I was just calling the hospital to see if there was any change?
Amanda: So what did they say? How is Jake?
Paulina: The same.
Amanda: How long did it take you to stop thinking about him?
Paulina: Not very long.
Amanda: You just called to see how he was.
Paulina: Amanda, it's completely different.
Amanda: Oh, why?
Paulina: Well, for one thing, Jake could die, and for another, in his own sick way, Evan adored you, Amanda. He cared about you. I'm sure he meant a lot of the things he said. Jake just used me.
Amanda: How do you get over that? How do you get over being a fool?
Paulina: Do you really want that?
Amanda: It's just a little vodka.
Paulina: Why don't you wait until we get home?
Amanda: Because I'm not going home! I'm not going home until I take every trace of my life out of this place.
Paulina: All right, all right, all right. We only have a few more things to pick up, then we'll get out of here. We'll go to lunch.
Amanda: You know what Evan told me? He told me that I was the reason he could love again, that he had been hurt so badly that he couldn't trust a woman until he found me. And I bought it.
Paulina: Amanda, I know how much you're hurting.
Amanda: I knew Evan was like a bad drug. I knew from the very beginning that he was bad for me, but I just felt so good I didn't care, and I thought I could control it.
Paulina: You can.
Amanda: I did for a while until it started controlling me.
Paulina: You can start again.
Amanda: You think so? I had a family. I had a child! I had a husband that loved me, and I threw it all away because I thought I was missing something.
Paulina: Amanda, calm down.
Amanda: Look at me! Look at me! I'm drinking in the middle of the afternoon!
It's like a bad "b" movie. This doesn't happen to people like me!
Paulina: Amanda, stop it.
Amanda: People like me don't get divorces. Divorce is for people that can't love. It's for people like me
Paulina: Amanda, stop it. Stop it! It's going to be ok, I promise.
Olivia: Are you hungry?
Sam: Yeah, I'm starved.
Olivia: Great. Me, too. Now, this definitely isn't anything fancy. Do you want some soup?
Sam: Yeah, what kind you got?
Olivia: Chicken vegetable. It's good for what ails you.
Sam: Oh, make me a double then, please.
Olivia: Want me to open the wine?
Sam: No, why don't we hold off on that? I've got the meeting later with Alli's teacher, so.
Olivia: Oh, right. Ok, well, not to worry. I brought some mineral water.
Olivia: Perfect? I thought you thought bottled water was extravagant.
Sam: I do. I'm talking about the light on your face. Now, can you hold still for me, please? Thank you.
Olivia: I can try. Tell me when I can move.
Sam: This won't take long. This is amazing. Every time I sketch you I see something new.
Olivia: What do you see today?
Sam: I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed.
Olivia: Better watch out, or you'll make me self-conscious.
Sam: Uh-oh. I better shut up and quick talking.
Olivia: No, don't shut up. I love it when you talk. It doesn't happen all that often, you know.
Sam: Would you give me a break? I talk all the time.
Olivia: Mostly through your paintings. Besides, I've always preferred the strong, silent, intense type. A lot of men just talk to hear themselves.
Sam: Oh, yeah? You know a lot of men, then, huh?
Olivia: Enough to know, ok?
Olivia: Ok what?
Sam: Ok, you can move, and we can eat.
Olivia: Let me see what you drew.
Sam: Here you go. It's just a preliminary sketch, so --
Olivia: This is really me?
Sam: No, what it is is someone that is completely at ease with her body, who has a face who can't really hide what's going on inside, either.
Olivia: I love this.
Sam: Thank you.
Olivia: You know, this will probably come out wrong, but when I see myself here through your eyes -- I really feel pretty.
Sam: You are a beautiful woman.
Olivia: Thank you.
Sam: For what? All I did is draw what I saw.
Vicky: I am depressed, and, no, I do not need your help. Ooh.
Honey -- we're gonna get through it. We are gonna get through this depressing time.
More bad news? Yeah, I was right.
Jamie: Look, I'm sorry if I came down on you too hard at the hospital.
Vicky: What do you want me to say, it's ok? I don't need a lecture from you every time I see you.
Jamie: Look, I came to apologize, Vicky.
Vicky: Really? That's a first.
Jamie: We can't be enemies this time. Marley needs us both on the same side, ok?
Vicky: Ok, I agree with that. Come in. Steven's playing with Bridget upstairs.
Vicky: She's at our parents. There was a -- there's a whole bunch of reporters camped out on the yard, so --
Jamie: Actually, I came to talk to you.
Vicky: Well, this ought to be good. What's up?
Jamie: It's about Marley.
Vicky: Yeah, I know that.
Jamie: And I know that doesn't make you happy.
Vicky: Don't beat around the bush. Get to the point.
Jamie: I have a lot of questions about the night Jake was shot.
Vicky: Yeah, who doesn't?
Jamie: I suppose asking you isn't going to do me any good.
Vicky: Why? Why would you say that?
Jamie: Because, Vicky, you don't answer questions when you don't like the answer.
Vicky: What kind of crack is that? What, Marley didn't give you enough information so you came over to bother me?
Jamie: Vicky, I came by to remind you that Marley always puts you first, even when it jeopardizes her own happiness.
Vicky: I told you I don't need any lectures.
Jamie: Marley isn't talking to anyone. Wonder why that is?
Vicky: Well, it's because she's taking Cass's advice.
Jamie: What about you? You taking Cass's advice, too? Why aren't you talking to anybody?
Vicky: I already did my talking. Jamie, I told Marley that Jake was bad for her. I also told her that he was going to ruin her life. Now, she didn't choose to listen to me. She thought she could change him, and she can't, and now it just happens to be too late.
Jamie: Looks like you were right.
Vicky: I'm not getting any pleasure out of this, if that's what you think. I don't enjoy seeing the cops and the reporters all over Marley's case. I don't enjoy hearing people whispering about my sister, wondering if she is going to go to prison.
Jamie: But better her than you.
Jamie: Vicky, you're the one who hated Jake. Why is Marley the prime suspect?
Vicky: Because the cops need someone to pin it on --
Jamie: Because she's still protecting you? Maybe when you get right down to it you do want Marley to take the blame.
Grant: All right, think about what I said, all right?
Morgan: I will.
Grant: And I think that we could really help each other.
Morgan: I appreciate the advice, congressman.
Grant: All right, I'll be in touch.
Morgan: Thank you.
John: You're trying my patience, Grant.
Grant: Martin, could you come here for a minute?
Martin: Yes, congressman.
Grant: Call my Washington office. Tell them I'm going to be flying back there this weekend.
Martin: Yes, sir. Anything else?
Grant: And, yes, cancel all my calls for a few minutes.
Martin: Oh, your lunch is ready.
Michael: Looks like we had the same idea. Grant.
Grant: Well, if it isn't the Hudson brothers. Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit?
John: You put on quite a show here, don't you?
Grant: Well, I guess I can't expect a contribution from the two of you, can I? I thought we'd seen the last of each other. "Live and let live," that's my new motto.
John: And you're living up to that, are you?
Grant: I'm certainly trying.
John: By making public statements about justice for Jake McKinnon?
Grant: So, that's what this is all about.
Michael: You stop trying to railroad my daughter.
Grant: Excuse me?
John: The D.A. was just here. Our boy Grant was sucking up for all he was worth.
Grant: I don't know what you're talking about.
Michael: Oh, I think you do, Grant. You've got your press pals parked outside my daughter's house.
Grant: When one of my constituents is the victim of a violent crime I'm automatically involved.
Michael: That is bull.
John: This is personal, Grant, and you know it.
Grant: I sure hope your daughter doesn't inherit the family temper because it's not going to do her a hell of a lot of good in court.
John: If you want to deal with me, then you deal with me, not an innocent girl!
Michael: All right, come on, man. You don't want your name in the papers tomorrow, do you?
Grant: Look, I'm here to see that justice is done.
John: This has got nothing to do with justice. This is about Sharlene.
Grant: If Marley is innocent she's going to be cleared.
Michael: If Marley is innocent, she'll be cleared, and she'll be traumatized for the rest of her life by what you put her through to get your name in those papers!
Grant: Are you saying that I'm abusing my office? Is that it?
Michael: That's exactly what I'm saying!
Grant: I think you're way off base, both of you.
John: You operate like this. I've seen it a hundred times, Grant. Only Marley's your target now, isn't she?
Grant: You better be careful of what you accuse me of. There are libel laws in this state, you know?
Michael: Yes, there are libel laws, and they protect women like Marley, too, and you better remember that when you hold forth about equal justice.
Grant: I want you both out of here.
John: Remind your brother, public officials are supposed to uphold the law, not twist them for their own purposes.
Grant: Why, you --
Ryan: Hey! Wait a minute.
John: Grant, Grant, I think you're a little upset.
Michael: What a shame, hm?
Ryan: The gentleman's right. It's time to lay off Marley now.
Olivia: Oh, I'm so happy.
Sam: I'm glad.
Olivia: You know, there's something about this place. It's -- I don't know. It's peaceful. It kind of makes you feel good.
Sam: Yeah, it's great.
Olivia: Why don't we make this our place? We can come here to talk or when we have something special to celebrate. You hate it.
Sam: No, that isn't it.
Olivia: You've been here before with Amanda.
Sam: Yeah, I've kind of got some memories here already, including a couple fights.
Olivia: I'm sorry. It must seem like Amanda is everywhere you look these days.
Sam: Yeah, sometimes she is -- not as much as she used to be, though. I keep trying to get her out of my mind completely, but it just doesn't work.
Olivia: Of course not. You can't forget Amanda. She's Alli's mother. Your love for her created that little girl. I accept that.
Sam: Do you?
Olivia: Don't you?
Sam: I just find it sometimes hard to believe, that's all.
Olivia: Sam, you were married. You had a past, a life before I even met you. I can't fight that, and even if I wanted to I wouldn't know how.
Sam: Olivia --
Olivia: You should probably know that I've imagined this in every detail, from the little things like the two of you going grocery shopping or going to the movies, all the way to you proposing to her, to you holding your daughter for the very first time.
Sam: You've thought of that?
Olivia: I know it's never going to go away. It's just the way it is.
Sam: Unless someone new helps you forget it -- someone new, someone real like you who makes me feel completely different like you do.
Olivia: I don't want to be a distraction, Sam, not if that's all that I can be.
Sam: That is not what this is. Look, I just had these divorce papers thrown in my face and it brought the past back. It has nothing to do with you.
Olivia: I understand.
Sam: You always do.
Olivia: Ok, come on. We have to get out of here. You have that meeting with Alli's teacher.
Sam: Yeah, I hate to have to rush out of here, but I got to get going. You're right.
Olivia: Well, look, I don't have to rush. Why don't I wait here for you?
Olivia: Sure. I brought a book along. Come back after you hear how brilliant Alli is.
Sam: You know, I am going to take you up on that, and maybe we can catch that sunset after all.
Sam: I'll get back here as fast as I can, ok?
Vicky: I know you don't think much about me, but do you think I would be so sick as to make my sister pay for a crime she didn't commit?
Jamie: You always play by your own rules, Vicky.
Vicky: What is that supposed to mean?
Jamie: It means you do what's good for you. You lie about things that are important.
Vicky: I do not!
Jamie: Vicky, I was married to you, remember? I know you too well. You told me you were sure I was Steven's father and you weren't.
Vicky: Well, you are Steven's father, aren't you?
Jamie: You just don't get it, do you? You're only honest when it's convenient.
Vicky: Oh, God.
Jamie: You didn't think about anyone but yourself when you ran away with Steven.
Vicky: I realized that that was a mistake, and I came back, didn't I?
Jamie: Yeah, you did come back, eventually. You didn't give a damn how much you hurt me.
Vicky: Well, you're hurting me right now. You came over to my house to blame me for this entire mess, but I am not going to listen to you. Jamie, no matter how much you believe that I do not like my sister, I love her very much, and I would never hurt her.
Jamie: I know Marley isn't a killer. I know you're the one with the temper, Vicky.
Vicky: I would not do that to her.
Jamie: You swore you'd keep Marley away from me. Is this how you're doing it? Is this the only way you could do it?
Vicky: Oh, get out.
Jamie: I know Marley is covering for you. I can feel it!
Vicky: Get out of my house.
Jamie: You shot Jake, didn't you?
Grant: Look, I'm not discussing this anymore. I've already asked you to leave once already.
John: We're going. You leave my family alone, you hear me?
Grant: Oh, is that another threat?
Michael: No, no, no, no, no, because we don't have to threaten you, Grant. You're not invincible, remember that. Shall we go?
Grant: So much for your loyalty.
Ryan: Oh, don't talk to me about loyalty. You're the one who's making the statements in the press. I can't believe it. Graves is all over my tail, and it's all because of you.
Grant: Look, I had to do something. I just won that election by a hair, you know that.
Ryan: This always comes back to you, doesn't it? Look, Grant, you don't understand about this case. Leave the police alone and stop talking to the press.
Grant: Why, so it'll save your skin because you're afraid to make an arrest? Is that right?
Ryan: This could all blow up into your face, Grant. Stay out of it!
Grant: The pressure is good for you, and if you play this right, it can make your career, too.
Ryan: I'm not going to make my career by walking over innocent people. I'm not like you.
Grant: Why don't you save me your righteous attitude? The truth is if you could find a way to deep-six your life and your job, you'll do that, too. You always have.
Ryan: Oh, well, thanks for your vote of confidence.
Grant: Well, what's holding you back this time?
Ryan: Look, the evidence just doesn't add up.
Grant: Oh, don't give me that. It's because you're involved with Vicky Hudson, that's why.
Ryan: I just need more time. This whole case involves people that I care about.
Grant: She's a lot more responsible in this than you're admitting.
Ryan: Look, it's complicated, all right? And I can't do my job if you're breathing down the D.A.'s neck. I'm asking you as a brother, please lay off.
Paulina: Well, that's the last of it. We can go now.
Amanda: I'm not ready.
Paulina: It's time, Amanda.
Paulina: Amanda, listen to me, I am your sister, and this is something I know about. Now, you know about art and clothes and music and how to act and what to say to people. You can help me with all those things, but I can help you with this.
Amanda: Nobody can help me.
Paulina: Yes, I can. I have had to struggle my entire life. You are not going to fall apart. I won't let you.
Amanda: I can't.
Paulina: Amanda, you are so much stronger than this. Don't let Evan Bates win. Show him that you are better off without him. Now, stand up.
Paulina: You have to try. That's all I'm asking, and I will be right here for you, I promise you.
Amanda: I'll try.
Paulina: Good. Now, go to the bathroom, wash your face, comb your hair. Put on some makeup, will you? You look like a wreck.
Paulina: Hi, Sam. It's Paulina.
Sam: What's wrong?
Paulina: I'm here with Amanda. I don't think she's going to be able to make it to that teacher conference.
Sam: Why not?
Paulina: Well, I'm at Evan's with her. She came to pack up some of her stuff, and she's having a real hard time.
Sam: Is she all right?
Paulina: Well, she's been drinking, and she's in pretty bad shape. Maybe you can cancel the meeting or see the teacher by yourself. I don't think she could handle talking about Alli's future right now.
Sam: Paulina, listen to me, is she going to be able to --
Paulina: I have to go.
Sam: Wait --
Grant: That was quick.
Man: Don't get excited. We haven't found the Hudson woman yet.
Grant: Well, then, why are you back here?
Man: I'm giving you a chance. We've got 5 leads, and my men are working on them right now, but I came up with something else, a real bombshell, something none of us expected at all.
Grant: What, some dirt on John Hudson, I hope.
Man: No, nothing on the good doc, but a pile of dirt on his pal the shrink.
Grant: Taylor Benson?
Grant: Very, very interesting.
Man: Wait till you read that.
Vicky: Did you hear me? You get the hell out of my house.
Jamie: You lost control again, didn't you? You couldn't leave it alone. You went to see Jake.
Vicky: I did not. I was at the opera all night.
Jamie: You went charging over to Jake to give him a piece of your mind, and then you fought.
Vicky: I did not.
Jamie: I know what he tried to do to Marley. Tell me, Vicky, did he do the same thing to you? Was it self defense?
Vicky: Stop it!
Jamie: Because if it was self defense, that makes sense!
Vicky: You know, you spend so much time blaming everybody else. What about you?
Jamie: What did I do?
Vicky: Nothing. You let Marley go over to Jake's all by herself.
Jamie: I wanted to go with her. She wouldn't let me.
Vicky: But you didn't go. You did what you always do. You sat back and did nothing and let everybody else take the chances.
Jamie: Vicky, I am sorry I didn't go with her.
Vicky: Yeah, well, maybe you could have saved her had you gone!
Jamie: Well, that doesn't change anything now! Now you're the only one who can save Marley. Tell the truth, Vicky. Tell the cops you shot Jake McKinnon.
John: Have you seen Dr. Frame?
Nurse: He's still not back from lunch.
John: Results are back from the test on the hair. I thought he'd like to know.
Nurse: Want me to phone them in to the police department?
John: No, no, don't. Just call them and ask them to send someone over as soon as possible.
Nurse: You'll be on the floor?
Iris: Oh, John.
John: Iris, you still on your fault-finding mission?
Iris: You look so tired. Don't those patients of yours give you any rest?
John: It's not the patients who make me tired.
Iris: Why do I bother?
Well, well, Jake. You played both ends against the middle just once too often. You double crossed the wrong person this time. I can play rougher than anyone. I guess you found that out a little bit late, didn't you?
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