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Another World Transcript Tuesday 10/31/06
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John: I think Grant is determined to make anyone that I ever had coffee with miserable for life.
Taylor: I just wonder if he's ever going to let up on me.
John: He's not going to get away with it.
Taylor: John, I'm sorry to involve you in all of this. I know you can't stand to hear that guy's name mentioned at all. I'm just amazed he has nothing better to do than to wreak havoc in my life.
John: He thrives on being annoying.
Taylor: I tried really hard to leave all of this behind me when I came to Bay City. I mean, I made sure that the people who hired me on staff -- that they knew.
John: I know. I failed a patient that I felt really close to. I've never forgotten that feeling. It's with me every day.
John: Taylor, we all have moments like that in our past. Lord knows I do.
Taylor: Of course, you'd understand. Let's drop this, ok?
Taylor: I better go tend to that beef wellington, or I am going to burn this house down as an encore.
John: Don't do that.
Taylor: Can you answer that phone? I have to avert a culinary disaster.
John: Sure. Hello, Dr. Benson's residence. Josie. Josie, what is it? Is it Sharlene?
Marley: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Jamie: Are you ok?
Marley: Do you know when he bought these? Do you know what he was thinking when he bought these goblets? It was after I had postponed the wedding, but he didn't care. He was so sure he would win me back. Oh, we will be together forever. He's right, you know?
Marley: It's true. No matter what I do, he's always going to be reaching out to me. Jake is never going to let me go.
Jamie: Marley, that's not true.
Marley: Jamie, if he dies he's not going to be out of my life.
Paulina: Hello, Vicky.
Ryan: I didn't expect to see you here tonight.
Vicky: Obviously not. And you -- we're going to have to hang a cowbell around your neck, so all the women in Bay City who think their men are safe can hide them when they hear you coming.
Ryan: Vicky, we need to talk.
Vicky: Yes, I agree.
Ryan: So, why don't we go out on the terrace?
Vicky: No, thanks. Been there, done that. Besides, I'm starved.
Ryan: I don't believe this.
Vicky: Paulina, you get the picture yet?
Vicky: You're invading my space.
Paulina: With Ryan?
Vicky: Very good.
Paulina: All I know is that Ryan asked me out to dinner, and I accepted.
Vicky: Groovy. Don't trip on the way out.
Paulina: Vicky, I was here first.
Vicky: Honey, you may be able to bat your eyelashes at the Corys and have them fall at your feet, but it doesn't hold water with me. You see, I know your kind. I've been your kind. And as for who was here first, well, that's relative.
Paulina: Why are you doing this?
Vicky: Because you crossed the line with me. I don't allow people to cross the line with me and get away with it.
Paulina: Is that what happened to Jake? Did he cross the line?
Vicky: What did you say?
Paulina: Is that why he's in the hospital, in a coma? Did you put him there?
Cass: I tried to get the trial date pushed back, Michael, but I was unable to.
Michael: Cass, are you going to be ready in time?
Cass: Well, I have to be. Come in.
Cass: Stacey agreed to take part of my caseload, to free me up for Marley's case.
Stacey: Yeah, I wanted to do anything I could to help.
Michael: Well, thank you. Thank you both.
Stacey: If you feel uncomfortable with my being here, I can always leave and let you --
Michael: No, no, really. What happened at the custody trial -- well, it has no bearing on my daughter's defense, does it?
Stacey: No, it doesn't.
Stacey: All right.
Michael: Now, I've kept digging into Jake's files to see what I could find.
Cass: Ok, but be careful about how you get whatever it is that you get. Keep it legal. If you find something that we can use, we want to make sure it's admissible in a court of law, but I don't have to tell you any of that.
Michael: Cass, have you called Marley to tell her that the trial date has been set?
Cass: I wanted to tell her in person.
Michael: How about if I go with you?
Cass: Actually, I'd like to talk to her alone.
Cass: I want to propose something to Marley, and I want her to make a decision about it on her own.
Michael: Propose what?
Cass: I want to suggest that she change her plea or she consider it at least.
Michael: Change her plea? Change her plea to what?
Cass: If I can get the D.A. to agree, we might be able to avoid a trial altogether.
Michael: What do you mean, avoid a -- you want her to plead guilty?
Cass: Self defense is a very viable --
Michael: What the hell are you talking about?
Cass: I'm just trying to keep all of our options open.
Michael: I'm sorry, there is no option here. My daughter is not going to admit to doing something that she didn't do.
Cass: Michael --
Michael: Forget it, Cass. Just forget it.
Marley: I feel terrible.
Jamie: About what?
Marley: About the way I feel.
Jamie: I'm not following you.
Marley: When I see Jake in the hospital, I'm still angry.
Jamie: But, Marley, he hurt you.
Marley: But, I feel like I should be -- or feel more sorry for him.
Jamie: But you stopped loving Jake a long time ago.
Marley: Not that long ago.
Jamie: Now I see where this is going.
Marley: Jamie, you have been very, very good to me.
Jamie: Marley, I love you.
Marley: I know, and you show me all the time, and I care a great deal about you.
Jamie: Now you're going to tell me you feel guilty because you don't feel the same way. Well, how can you? About Jake, about Vicky --
Marley: Jamie, listen to me.
Jamie: No, you listen to me. I know you love me. I know you need me.
Marley: You can't get too close.
Marley: Because everyone I touch seems to end up hurting.
Jamie: Marley, if that's true, it's not because of you. There's no way you could hurt me. Don't you know that by now? Hmm? Come on.
Vicky: Get your hands off me, Ryan.
Ryan: No way.
Vicky: What has this bimbo been saying to you?
Paulina: We've been talking about all kinds of things.
Vicky: Look, I'd like this little gathering to end before it goes any further.
You think I'm going to let this grubby little social climber slander me and my family, you're sadly mistaken, my friend.
Paulina: Not your family, Vicky. Just you.
Vicky: You think you know it all. Fine. Why don't you give me your theory?
Paulina: Well, I'd never presume anything, but I'd be willing to bet that your sister couldn't hurt anyone, not even Jake.
Vicky: That's right.
Paulina: But you, on the other hand -- you obviously don't know a thing about controlling your temper.
Ryan: Why don't you two just knock it off, all right?
Vicky: Keep out of this. And another thing, what gives you the right to talk about my sister's case with every chippy in town?
Ryan: Paulina and I were just --
Paulina: On a date.
Vicky: A date -- really? You mean he picked you up someplace and brought you here?
Paulina: And you're in the way, but I already told you that.
Vicky: Tell me something, Paulina, when you were all gah-gah over Jake, did it every occur to you that he was two-timing my sister?
Paulina: He lied to me. I didn't mean to hurt your sister.
Vicky: Oh, yes, I can tell you're a very sincere person. It's written all over your face.
Paulina: Are you through?
Vicky: Not by a long shot.
Paulina: Ryan, I would love to have dinner with you, but I won't if she's still here when I get back. Excuse me.
Ryan: Just where do you think you're going?
Vicky: Oh, I've got a sudden urge to use the ladies room.
Ryan: Don't do this, Vicky.
Vicky: Why not?
Ryan: I'm asking you, please, as a favor to me, just don't do it.
Vicky: A favor? If you want a favor, you're talking to the wrong blonde.
Ryan: Just what the hell do you think you're going to do in there?
Vicky: Finish off your date. Ciao.
Vicky: That's a lousy shade on you, by the way. Look at me when I'm talking to you.
Paulina: What the hell do you want?
Vicky: You stay away from Ryan.
Paulina: He told me it was over between the two of you.
Vicky: Shows you how much he knows.
Paulina: Don't you think you should let Ryan decide who he sees?
Vicky: Yes, that would be nice, but his taste obviously stinks.
Vicky: Just finish powdering your nose and get the hell out of here, or I'll --
Paulina: Or you'll what?
Vicky: I'll make you very, very sorry -- and honey, we both know I can.
John: Yes. Josie? Josie? I think it's a great idea. If she calls, sure, I will. Well, listen to me, Josie, you call me if you need anything, all right? Bye. Bye-bye. Hospital gave her your number.
Taylor: Everything all right?
John: Yeah, she's on her way to Los Angeles.
Taylor: Are you surprised?
John: No, not at all. Actually, I had encouraged her to go.
Taylor: So, she took that role, then.
John: Mm-hmm. Yeah, she was doing nothing but sitting home at the farm waiting for Sharlene to come home, trying to do everything for me and completely ignoring her own life. Shall I pour the wine?
John: How's that wellington coming?
Taylor: It's burned to a crisp.
John: Taylor, no.
John: Nah. Good.
John: This looks like a nice wine.
John: Well, well, well, I'm impressed here.
Taylor: Thank you. Beautiful, huh?
Taylor: I'm not a bad cook when I'm given half a chance.
Taylor: So - Cheers.
Taylor: Is something wrong?
John: I'm a little uncomfortable. My pregnant wife is gone. I don't know where she is or when she's coming back, and here I sit at this beautiful dinner with her therapist.
Taylor: John, I'm a little more than your wife's therapist.
John: Yes, yes, you are. You've always been there for me, Taylor, over and over.
You're important to me.
Taylor: I can't imagine what this time would have been like without you.
I'm glad I helped.
Wanda: You want what?
Clay: Chateauneuf-du-pape .
You know what, those two just ordered the most expensive wine we have. I don't even know where it is.
Dean: Mm-hmm. With the money those two spend on designer socks -- yuck. Who says money means you got taste, right? Nobody. Hey, Wanda, you've got a body.
Wanda: Dean, I told you before, I don't go out with anybody I work with, ok?
Dean: I know, I know, I know.
Wanda: All right.
Dean: I'll wait. It's ok. Won't be stocking bar here for very much longer. I saw you dancing the other night. You were very hot.
Wanda: You did not --
Dean: Very hot.
Wanda: I don't dance.
Dean: Liar, liar, yes, you -- well, let me think, it was a Wednesday. It was Wednesday night, 10:00. Let me think if I can think of the song. Wait, um -- oh, oh, uh --
Dean: "Type", yes, "Type" by Living Color. You are hot, and you can dance, and you got good taste in music. I mean, what else could a guy want?
Wanda: Money, maybe?
Dean: I'll have the money. I'll get the money. I'll be making a lot of money. In fact, I am working with Paulina Cory on maybe making a creative investment with my future in mind.
Dean: Chappaneuf du plop.
Wanda: [Laughs] Hey -- Paulina Cory -- I know her. She comes in here sometimes.
Dean: Oh, yeah. She's got tons of money, tons, and she's smart, which is a rarity.
Dean: And I think she likes my music.
Clay: That's another rarity.
Woman: : I can't believe that.
Dean: Anyway, now, if my song, you know, makes it onto the charts, my first song, they're probably going to want a video, and I would love it if you could star in it.
Wanda: Ok by me. Call my agent.
Dean: I'm serious.
Wanda: Me, too. You're the first job offer I've had in three months. You're pretty confident.
Dean: Well, it's only because I'm good.
Clay: Give me a --
Woman: I love it.
Dean: Ahem. Ahem. Evening, um, am I amusing you? Are you guys having a good time?
Clay: Much better than I expected, yeah.
Dean: Go ahead, serve it up, Wanda. Is there a joke that you would like to share with us all, or something?
Woman: Oh, well, we just didn't realize there was live entertainment. You're very funny.
Wanda: Dean, just walk away, ok?
Dean: I'm very funny?
Dean: They think I'm funny, honey. You think I'm funny?
Clay: No. I think you're pathetic.
Dean: Oh, I'm pathetic. That's what I am.
Dean: All right.
Wanda: Please? Come on, guys -- hey, hey!
Dean: You don't know anything about me or my music. You just think you have the right to judge people? Well, you don't!
Clay: Stay out of it, Matt.
Dean: Were these friends of yours, Matt?
Paulina: What are you going to do to me, Vicky?
Vicky: You don't want to know.
Paulina: You're not scaring me, if that's your intention.
Vicky: Where do you get off having this attitude?
Paulina: I'm going back to my date --
Vicky: Not so fast, sweetheart. You owe me.
Paulina: I owe you?
Vicky: Who's the one who took you in after the Corys dumped you out on your size-3 behind?
Paulina: Oh, that's right, that's right, you took me in because you wanted to stir up trouble for Jamie and the Corys.
Come on, Vicky. You can do better than that, can't you?
Vicky: Just keep your hands off Ryan, got it?
Paulina: You know, for someone who struts around like she's so damn sure of herself --
Vicky: There's no discussion here. He's mine.
Paulina: Now who's looking desperate?
Vicky: Ryan knows what you're trying to pull.
Paulina: I'm not trying to pull anything. I'm trying to have dinner with a new friend.
Vicky: Friend? Just how long does that stage last with you?
Paulina: Don't you ever give up?
Vicky: God, let me see, I think that friendship thing lasted about 60 seconds with Jake, and then you two little rabbits were just going at it, weren't you?
Paulina: Good-bye, Vicky.
Vicky: You're feeding Ryan a line of bull, but he's got you all figured out.
Paulina: Figured out?
Vicky: If you think this dinner means anything more to him than his suspicions about you --
Paulina: What suspicions?
Vicky: He thinks you shot Jake.
Oh, he's going to prove it.
Cass: Michael, I didn't dream this up. Any lawyer would consider the self-defense plea at this point, given the evidence --
Michael: Evidence? What evidence, Cass? My daughter says she didn't shoot Jake! That's enough evidence for me.
Cass: I'm trying to spare her the ordeal of a trial.
Michael: Well, forget it.
Cass: Michael, I have her best interests at heart.
Michael: Cass, she says she didn't shoot Jake, she did not shoot Jake, all right? And I cannot believe that you were going to try to convince her to say that she did.
Cass: Look, this trial is going to get ugly. I met with the D.A. already. She's gearing up. She's going to paint Marley to be a rich, spoiled socialite, who tried to blow away her poor, hardworking ex-husband.
Michael: He tried to rape her! He tried to rape her!
Cass: That's right, that's right. Look what she's been through already. Now, I'm scheduled to meet with Marley in 20 minutes.
Michael: Cass, that is my daughter's life you are screwing with here.
Cass: Stacey, will you see me out, please?
Stacey: You think she's lying to you, don't you?
Cass: I think she's leaving things out.
Stacey: But why?
Cass: I need your help.
Stacey: Well, of course, yes.
Cass: Try to calm him down. Tell him that what I'm thinking is not out of line.
Stacey: Cass, he obviously doesn't think that's a very good idea.
Cass: Yes, I noticed that, but after this meeting with Marley, I may know a lot more.
Stacey: What exactly is going on?
Cass: I'll talk to you later.
Stacey: Michael. Are you all right?
Michael: No, I'm not all right.
Marley: Jamie, this is Vicky's house.
Marley: It used to be yours.
Jamie: Marley, Vicky knows how we feel about each other, and she's accepted it.
Marley: That doesn't give us permission to make out in her living room.
Jamie: Fine, but don't tell me you're afraid to be with me because of what Vicky thinks. She set me straight about all of that.
Jamie: I had a little talk with Vicky while you were getting ready.
Marley: About us?
Jamie: She wanted me to know that she's ok about us. She wanted my help.
Marley: Your help?
Jamie: She wants Cass to say --
Marley: Yes, I know what she wants, and I don't want any part of it.
Jamie: But if Vicky is willing --
Marley: I am not going to sell my own sister out to save my own neck, so forget about it.
Jamie: Why does the idea bother you so much?
Marley: Jamie, isn't that obvious?
Jamie: I know what I think is obvious. I think what Vicky wants to do is a little too close to the truth.
Marley: Oh, stop it.
Jamie: You're lying to protect Vicky, and now that she wants to come clean, you won't let her. I'm right, aren't I?
Paulina: Why would Ryan think I was a suspect?
Vicky: I don't think it's that far-fetched.
Paulina: His investigation is closed. He has an indictment against your sister.
Vicky: Thank you for the newsflash, but I think you're missing the point.
Paulina: Which is?
Vicky: Ryan may have arrested my sister, but it doesn't make him sleep well at night. He knows Marley didn't shoot Jake. We all know that.
Vicky: Like a fox.
Paulina: If Ryan is still looking for suspects you must be right up there on the hit parade.
Vicky: Could be.
Paulina: You hated Jake.
Vicky: Well, good grief, who didn't? But you're the one who just got dumped by him, and from what I hear, it wasn't a very pretty dumping, either.
Paulina: You know, I cannot believe that you are going to all this trouble just because you're jealous of Ryan having dinner with me.
Vicky: What's the matter, Paulina? Am I making you nervous?
Paulina: Sorry, Vicky. You're not making me anything.
Vicky: Then why are you biting the skin off your lips? Look, here's the deal. Ryan is only interested in his investigation lately. Why do you think I broke up with him?
Paulina: I don't know.
Vicky: Because ever since Jake got shot, all he cares about is badgering me. You know, he'll take me out and he'll wine me and dine me and butter me up, and then the questions start. He's a great date. He's into interrogation and intimidation. I hope you can handle it.
Paulina: Well, if all of this is true, why do you still want to be with him?
Vicky: That's none of your damn business. Now, this -- this is a good color lipstick. Almost -- like blood, isn't it?
Paulina: Oh, you are good, Vicky. You are really, really good.
Ryan: All right, here she comes. You know what to do, right, Carlos?
Carlos: I should have you locked up.
Carlos: Ok, ok. Go at it.
Ryan: Look, I really need those tapes and the transcripts on my desk by tomorrow morning.
Carlos: Yes, sir, but --
Ryan: I mean it. I want those tapes on my desk tomorrow. It could give us all the answers that --
Ryan: Just have them there tomorrow morning, ok? Well, I thought I was going to have to send a swat team in there to rescue you.
Paulina: Ryan, I just called home. They need me to take care of Alli.
Paulina: Yes. It's kind of an emergency. I promised I'd help out.
Ryan: What did she say to you?
Paulina: Vicky always has something to say.
Ryan: That's why you're leaving, isn't it?
Paulina: No. I just have to get home. Maybe I can take a rain check.
Ryan: Sure. I'll be in touch.
Paulina: Thanks for understanding.
Ryan: No problem.
Ryan: Made mincemeat out of her, didn't you?
Vicky: Moi? So, what's good to eat?
Ryan: So, is this how we're operating now? You decide that we're not seeing each other anymore, but you still follow me around and get rid of all my dates?
Vicky: Maybe you should find a stronger woman.
Ryan: I thought I did for a while. What did you do to Paulina?
Vicky: What needed to be done.
Ryan: Look, since we're not seeing each other anymore, I wish you would just get your nose out of my social life.
Vicky: I just stopped her from being embarrassed.
Ryan: Did you?
Vicky: I warned her about you.
Ryan: Oh, oh, big bad Ryan.
Vicky: Well, it's obvious you were just trying to pump her for information about Jake.
Ryan: You were the one who, just after the shooting, told me to keep my eye on Paulina, and now you're warning her about me?
Vicky: I wanted to see how she would react.
Ryan: And how did she react?
Vicky: She was so scared I thought her hair was going to go back to her natural color.
Ryan: So, now you want to pin this whole thing on Paulina.
Vicky: Well, you don't want to pin anything on her, do you, Romeo?
Vicky: A-ha what?
Ryan: For once, this has nothing to do with the case or with Marley. This has to do with us.
Vicky: Us? There has never been an us. There will never be an us, and right now there definitely --
Ryan: Admit it, Vicky Hudson. You still care for me.
Vicky: Dream about it.
Ryan: I do every single night, you impossible woman. Can't you tell?
Wanda: Feel a little less belligerent now, Dean?
Dean: I should have knocked that guy out when I had the chance.
Wanda: Oh, right. Then you'd be working here for 10 years trying to pay off a lawsuit. Sounds like oodles of fun to me.
Dean: Spoiled rich brats, you know?
Wanda: Yeah, they are, but you can't let it get to you like that. They're idiots, but their daddies have money, and in the long run they'll put their screws to you, even if you are right.
Dean: You know, I don't need you fighting my battles for me, man, all right?
Matt: I'm not fighting your battles.
Dean: Ken and Barbie good friends of yours? Close?
Matt: I know them.
Dean: Yeah. Did you go to prep school with them? Go to little tea parties with them?
Matt: Would you shut up, Dean? Look, Clay's a jerk, and Paige does whatever Clay wants. I've known them for a long time.
Dean: Now, do you see?
Matt: It doesn't mean I'm friends with them. Now, I settled everything, and they're going home.
Dean: Well, I don't need your help, ok?
Matt: Ok, yeah. I think you mentioned that before.
Dean: Yeah. What did you say to them?
Matt: Well, let's see, I told Clay that he can't go around picking fights in bars because he'd get put on social probation, and that he might lose his trust fund over it, so, it seemed to calm him down a little bit.
Wanda: You're all right, kid. Say thank you, Dean.
Dean: I heard that my cousin took off to L.A.
Matt: Yeah, that's right, she did.
Dean: Did you get a chance to say good-bye to her? I mean, Frankie told me that you guys were, you know, pretty tight for a while.
Matt: Yeah, we were.
Dean: What happened?
Matt: A lot of things, a lot of things.
Dean: Hey, Matt.
Dean: What did you come in here for before?
Matt: For something to eat, but I think I lost my appetite once the excitement got going.
Dean: Look, I'm sorry if I ruined it for you, you know?
Matt: Don't worry about it. It's not your fault.
Dean: All right, well, let me buy you a burger or something, ok?
Matt: Listen, you don't have to do that.
Dean: No, I know, I know, I know, but I want to. Let me -- just -- it will soothe my guilty conscience. All right, I got pull, so just stay here -- I'll get you. Take a seat, Matt.
John: Well, listen, I've got to get to the hospital at 6:00 in the morning.
Taylor: I have a pretty full day, too.
John: Dinner was great.
Taylor: It was great having you here.
John: Thank you.
Taylor: Oh, I want to show you this. I got something in the mail.
John: Ah, the Snowflake Ball.
Taylor: Yeah, that's a pretty big event, isn't it?
John: Yeah, it is. The Cory family throws it every year. It's all for a charity.
Taylor: Oh. Have you gone?
John: Yes, as a matter of fact, my first date with Sharlene. Dressed up in a tux and everything.
Taylor: So, I guess you won't be going this year.
John: Well, as a matter of fact, I am. Mike thinks that the whole family should show up as a support for Marley.
Taylor: That sounds like a pretty good idea.
John: You going to go?
John: Well, maybe I'll see you there.
Taylor: Well, maybe you will.
John: I got to go.
Taylor: Thank you for coming again.
John: Thank you for having me. Listen, Taylor, don't worry too much about Grant Harrison. He's really not worth it.
Taylor: Well, I will remember that if you will.
John: I'll try.
Taylor: So, uh, I'll see you tomorrow.
John: Good night.
Matt: Well, listen, Paulina told me that she heard one of your songs. Said it was really good.
Dean: She said that?
Dean: She liked my music?
Matt: Yeah. Maybe I could listen to it sometime?
Dean: I can do better than that. Hold on. I could play you a song right now. It's uncut, it's on the verge, and it's not ready, but --
Matt: Right here?
Dean: Yeah, right here. Just hang on.
Dean: Ok. Now, just keep in mind, though, this is an unfinished song. It's only got four tracks. I need to put in some more vocal --
Matt: Play the song. Play the song.
Dean: This is great. This is --
Matt: Ok, let's hear it.
[Guitar rock playing]
Dean: Ok. Ok, wait. This is the good part. Ok, see that? This is brilliant, man.
Matt: Yeah, that's great, except -- do you think your bartender wants you over there?
Dean: Oh, forget him, forget him. He just wants me to work. He just doesn't appreciate art. This piece.
Matt: That's good.
Matt: Why don't you sing?
Dean: Oh, I don't sing. I don't perform.
Matt: Why not? You shy?
Dean: I didn't say that. I just, you know, I like behind the scenes.
Matt: Ah, well, you're very talented by the sounds of it. Thank you.
Dean: Uh-huh. I've been doing this all my life, and I've done music since I was seven years old. Try telling that to my gatekeeper, though.
Matt: Who's that?
Dean: My landlord. Doesn't like loud music.
Dean: Yeah. You know him, right?
Matt: Hmm. He's my family's attorney, friend of the family, you know.
Dean: Well, I don't get his appeal at all. I don't think he likes me.
Matt: Well, he always seemed like a nice guy to me.
Dean: Cass? You don't have to live with him.
Matt: You know, I'm surprised he gives you a hard time.
Dean: [Laughing] Why?
Matt: Because the guy used to be a wild man.
Matt: I could tell you stories about this guy. I mean -- anyway --
Dean: Go ahead. I'm asking you, tell me.
Matt: Ok. I mean, before he got married to Frankie --
Matt: Even before he knew her.
Matt: I mean, this guy used to get around.
Dean: No! A lot of action? A lot of action? A lot of women?
Matt: You kidding me? He used to be in and out of the worst places.
Wanda: I need you.
Dean: I have been waiting for you my whole life to say that to me.
Wanda: You are impossible.
Dean: Stay right there, Matt. I want to continue this conversation.
Matt: Yeah, I'll be here.
Stacey: Michael, you have to trust Cass. He knows what he's doing.
Michael: Stacey, Cass sounds like he believes that Marley actually shot Jake.
Stacey: No. He's just examining every possibility. He wants her to have the best defense. You have to believe that.
Michael: I do. I -- I do.
Stacey: Look, I think Cass knows how you feel.
Michael: I don't know. You know, I get the feeling maybe I'm losing all my perspective here, you know, this is all just getting to me a little too much. Can you believe this morning I almost accused my wife -- my wife of --
Stacey: Of what?
Michael: I'm not thinking straight. This is my daughter we're talking about. This is my Marley. She's on trial.
Stacey: I know. Listen, we're doing everything we can to help you out.
Michael: I keep thinking it's something I've missed, or maybe the cops will find something that they missed, or maybe Jake will come out of it. He'll tell us who shot him.
Stacey: Right, that would be the best thing.
Michael: But I don't think that's going to happen.
Stacey: Probably not.
Michael: I'm not doing enough, Stacey. I'm just not doing enough to help her.
Stacey: You can't do anything else. She doesn't expect anything else from you.
Michael: Yes, but I expect -- I expect more from me.
Stacey: Come on, Michael, you're being hard on yourself.
Michael: No, I'm not. You understand, I was not there for either of my daughters when they were growing up, and I thought I'd get a chance to make things right with Mikey and, well, that didn't work out --
Stacey: You were a terrific father.
Michael: I may have -- I wasn't a terrific father. I have never been able to keep my children safe. Now, I didn't know all the facts before, and I still don't, and I know that you were just doing your job, and I know that you thought that the Millers should have my son -- their son.
Stacey: I think we should just put the past behind.
Michael: Well, that may be easy for you to say, Stacey. I've lost a child, and I'll be damned if I am going to lose another one! You understand?
Stacey: I do, and I'm really sorry.
Michael: So am I.
Paulina: I'll have a beer.
Paulina: Hi, Matt.
Matt: You ok? You look kind of nervous.
Paulina: I'm fine.
Matt: You talk to the cops?
Matt: About the bug Jamie found in your phone.
Paulina: Yeah, I talked to them.
Matt: Why would Jake do something like that?
Paulina: I have no idea.
Matt: I don't know. It just seems kind of weird to me why --
Dean: Paulina, we need to talk, ok?
Paulina: I really don't want to talk to you, Dean.
Dean: Give me a second of your precious little time. You're going to love this. This is going to be great.
Paulina: What is it?
Dean: What's the matter? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the --
Dean: Ok, all right. Listen, Matt was telling me that you liked my music, ok?
Matt: Wait, I said you mentioned it.
Dean: Right, right. Well, I got a plan. It's a little plan.
Paulina: What plan?
Dean: All right, you think about this. You loan me a little start-up cash, right, and then I'll cut you in on my royalties as soon as my music takes off. What do you think?
Dean: What, we'll both make a lot of money.
Paulina: You came to my house and insulted me, and now -- here. You want money? Here's your money.
Dean: What is your problem, Paulina?
Paulina: I'm tired of people wanting things from me.
Dean: You know, you're taking this the wrong way.
Paulina: You know, all you guys care about is my money or what I know. Guess what, I'm running out of money, and I don't know a damn thing, ok?
Dean: Here's your money.
Wanda: You're having one hell of an evening, aren't you, kid?
Jamie: 'You sure you don't want me to stay?
Marley: No. Cass has a lot to go over with me.
Jamie: I'm sorry that the trial date's been set.
Marley: I'm not. It's just one less thing I have to wait to find out about.
Jamie: Do you know how much I love you?
Marley: I'll call you later.
Jamie: Well, if you don't, I'll call you. I'm not leaving you, Marley, ever.
Marley: Yes, I'm beginning to get the idea. Don't worry about me, ok?
Jamie: Good night.
Marley: Well, I'm sorry.
Cass: Don't be. How are you feeling?
Marley: Um, I'm ok.
Cass: You ok about the trial date?
Marley: Mm-hmm, I am. Sit down.
Cass: There's something that I want to talk about.
Marley: Yes, I got the feeling you had something on your mind.
Cass: I do.
Marley: I thought you wanted to practice cross-examining me.
Cass: Well, I wanted to discuss this first, and if you agreed, we may not have to practice at anything.
Marley: Ok. I'm listening.
Cass: In your statement you said that Jake tried to rape you.
Cass: There's a term that might apply to your experience. It's called "deadly force." Is that an accurate description of what Jake used against you when he attempted to rape you that night?
Marley: I suppose so.
Cass: If Jake used deadly force against you, under the law you would have been perfectly within your rights to use deadly force to defend yourself, to protect yourself. In other words, you could be acquitted on the theory of self-defense.
Marley: Where is all this coming from?
Cass: I just want you to be aware of all your options.
Marley: You want me to say that I shot Jake. You want me to plead guilty. That's what you want, isn't it, Cass?
Taylor: Mom, hi. Uh-huh, yeah, he just left just now. Oh, I'm getting there, I think. Yeah, it went well -- really, really, really well.
John: Come back, Sharlene. Come back.
Vicky: Well, I was just getting ready to go, if you hadn't noticed.
Ryan: I don't want to play any more games, Vicky.
Vicky: Emotional blackmail isn't a game?
Ryan: Emotion -- oh, now, hang on a second.
Vicky: Face it, Ryan. You can't be a cop and a boyfriend at the same time, not when the person you're trying to pin is my sister.
Ryan: Is that why you did what you did to Paulina?
Vicky: I did that because I felt like it.
Ryan: And it had nothing to do with the fact that you don't want me seeing anybody else.
Vicky: Don't flatter yourself.
Where are you going?
Ryan: I'm leaving -- before you, I might add.
Vicky: You can't walk away from me.
Ryan: Oh, yes, I can. You're stubborn and proud and stupid. You know what all that's gonna get you? Nothing and no one, especially not me.
Vicky: Ryan! Wait.
Cass: Marley, I can't defend you if you don't tell me the truth.
Marley: How many times have I told you that I did not sh --
Cass: This is no joke.
Marley: I'm not laughing.
Cass: I don't know exactly what it is that you're holding back, but I know it's something, and if you don't tell me what that something is, you should know what you're going to be up against if I have to put you up on that witness stand. Here, sit down.
Marley: Cass, I think maybe we should wait till --
Cass: Sit down.
Marley: I'm very tired.
Cass: The D.A. won't care if you're tired or not.
Marley: Why are you being so angry with me?
Cass: You went to see Jake McKinnon the night he was shot. Is that right?
Cass: To break off your engagement?
Cass: Was he angry?
Cass: What did he do when he was angry? Did he knock you around?
Marley: He tried to ra --
Cass: To rape you. Yes, well, we know that. You're not a very large woman, Mrs. McKinnon. In fact, I think it's safe to say that you're rather petite. Jake McKinnon, on the other hand, worked out. He was very, very strong. Now, if he had it in mind to rape you, I find it extraordinary, I find it mind-boggling that you were able to get away.
Marley: I had to!
Cass: Because he was after you.
Cass: So a muscular guy like Jake McKinnon who is after you, and yet here you are perfectly fine, and he's laying in a coma with a bullet in his back.
Marley: Cass, stop it! Just stop it, please!
Cass: Are you sure he was after you, Mrs. McKinnon?
Marley: Yes. I tried to get him to stay away from me.
Cass: But he wouldn't stay away from you, right? And you knew where his gun was, right?
Marley: Stop it!
Cass: The D.A. isn't going to stop it, Marley.
Marley: Stop it, Cass!
Cass: She's going to push and push until she breaks you. The charge is not assault with a deadly weapon. It's attempted murder. She thinks you put that bullet in Jake's body because you wanted him dead, and then you walked away unscathed. I don't think that that's what happened, but you've got to talk to me. If you shot Jake, I have to know. Please, please tell me what happened that night -- please. Damn it, Marley, you're lying, and you're not doing a very good job of it!
Marley: Yes, I am, Cass, I'm lying!
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