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Another World Transcript Monday 11/6/06

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Liz: Since we can't get to the Snowflake Ball, why don't you have some dessert?

Olivia: You just asked me that.

Liz: Mmm. It is so good. I'm trying to break down your resistance.

Olivia: Well, aunt Liz, all you're doing is getting on my nerves.

Liz: Olivia! How can a snowstorm put you so completely out of sorts?

Olivia: You know why. You know why.

Liz: Uh-huh. Back to Amanda and Sam.

Olivia: Liz, she's going to spend the night with him.

Liz: Olivia, she's snowbound. She doesn't have a choice. Oh, but Sam does.

Olivia: What is that supposed to mean?

Liz: If he truly cares for you, nothing will happen, even if she's trapped there all winter.

Olivia: Yeah.

Liz: But, if he succumbs to her charm --

Olivia: Oh, aunt Liz --

Liz: It will prove that I've been right about him all along.

[Alarm bell rings]

Liz: Aah!

Felicia: It's stuck.

Lucas: Well, if it is, you better call the police.

Felicia: Oh, no, it's not that serious. I'll call the repairman.

Lucas: You don't understand. Donna Hudson and Grant Harrison are in there.

Felicia: Oh, my God. They'll kill each other. Call 911.

Ryan: Hi.

Vicky: You're kidding, right?

Ryan: Why aren't you dressed?

Vicky: If you think that I am going to the Snowflake Ball, you're crazier than I thought.

Marley: Cass, why don't you go ahead? I'll be fine.

Cass: Oh, I'm sure you will, but I'm going to stick around anyway. A person should have someone with her when she's waiting for the results of a pregnancy test.

Marley: Well, it could be a couple of hours.

Cass: That's ok. We'll wait together.

Marley: I don't want you and Frankie to miss the Snowflake Ball.

Cass: Frankie will understand, believe me. Look, I know you're downplaying this or you're trying to, Marley, but if you're pregnant by Jake, I want to know, and I want to be here for you.

Marley: Thank you.

[Monitor flat-lines]

Jamie: Stop CPR. Let's see what we've got.

Doctor: Still flat-line.

Jamie: John, continue CPR. Give it another EPI. Start some Isuprel.

John: You know we could end up snapping the cord with these compressions.

Jamie: It's my choice. A dead body --

John: Let's just hope he doesn't end up on a respirator if he lives.

Jamie: We have to take that risk.

Doctor: Still don't have a heartbeat, Jamie.

Jamie: Maybe it's fine v-fib. Paddles. Charge 200. Clear.

John: Jamie, you already saved him once. You're trying the impossible.

Jamie: I'll do it again! Clear!

Doctor: Nothing. Straight line.

Jamie: Charge at 300. Clear.

John: He's not responding, Jamie. It's over.

Jake: I didn't lose.

Iris: Lose, you did. You lost everything.

Jake: No. It was just a few bad hands.

Iris: A few? You've been a loser your whole life.

Jake: This time it was different. I could feel it. I was close.

Vicky: And you blew it like always.

Paulina: This is payback, Jake. I love it.

Jake: The game isn't over!

Paulina: Yes, it is.

Jake: No! I need another chance. I can win it back.

Marley: You don't know when to quit.

Donna: That's right.

Jake: You can't do this to me.

Paulina: Watch us.

Iris: You got greedy, Jake. You wouldn't play by the rules. That was your problem.

Jake: It could still happen. Let me play another round. I'll do anything you want. Please!

[Women laugh]

Jamie: Clear. Doctor still flat-lining.

John: Maybe we should call it, Jamie. Jake's not coming back.

Donna: Help! Doesn't anybody hear me? Help!

Grant: Will you stop it? You are giving me a headache. I can't hear the music.

Donna: Too bad. Help!

Grant: Spare me, for crying out loud.

Donna: Felicia, damn it, we're stuck!

Grant: I think that they will figure that out when they try and use the elevator, don't you?

Donna: If this had to happen, why did it have to happen with you?

Grant: I don't think that's going do any good.

Donna: Oh, no? You don't?

Grant: No. Da da la la la

Donna: Help!

Grant: Don't make such a big deal out of all this. I mean, people get stuck in elevators every day. It happens, for crying out loud.

Donna: Not to me, it doesn't.

Grant: Oh, no? You mean this is your first time, and it happened with me? Hey, now, that's very touching. Shall we celebrate?

Donna: You're disgusting.

Grant: Well, suit yourself.

Donna: Help! What are you doing?

Grant: I'm going to get nice and comfy. I think this is probably going to take a while. Why? What'd you think I was doing?

Donna: Nothing. You just stay over on your side. I don't think we're that far from tops. Help!

Grant: You know what I think happened? I think a fuse probably blew when we were just a little ways from the top. Oh, well, they'll get us out. Don't worry about it.

Donna: When? I hate small spaces. I can't stand being trapped. I can't breathe. There's no air in here.

[Phone rings]

Grant: Now? Get that, would you? Just open the little door. That's -- there.


Grant: There you -- good girl.

Donna: Hello?

Felicia: Donna, it's Felicia.

Donna: Felicia, it's about time. How long are you going to let us be stuck in here?

Felicia: How are you?

Donna: I'm traumatized is what I am. I could have been killed. I could still be killed.

Felicia: Oh, don't be ridiculous, Donna. The elevator has an automatic brake.

Donna: I'll tell you one thing. If I'm not killed, I'm never setting foot in your restaurant again or in this treacherous building.

Grant: Hello, Felicia!

Felicia: How is -- how is he?

Donna: That's Grant. He's drunk. He's not helping me at all. You've got to get me out of here.

Felicia: I am trying to. Luke is right now talking to the elevator company.

Donna: The elevator company? We have to wait for them to come? Grant just said it was a fuse.

Felicia: Well, it's a little more serious than that.

Donna: Felicia, this is going to take forever. There's a blizzard outside.

Felicia: I know that. I'm trying. You just have to relax. I'll get you out as soon as I can, I promise.

Donna: Relax? That's all I have to do is --

Felicia: I'll call you back.

Donna: You'll call me? That's your answer? You'll --

[Phone hangs up]

Donna: Damn it!

Grant: Ha, ha!

Donna: What are you laughing at?

Grant: Oh, you. Now I know where your daughters get their passion and their inability to handle it.

Vicky: We are not seeing each other, if you remember correctly.

Ryan: That's old, Vicky. We are seeing each other. Don't you know that?

Vicky: You are the most presumptuous man I ever met in my life.

Ryan: All right, what happened? Something else must have happened, or else you wouldn't be acting like this.

Vicky: Wrong. It's status quo here. My family is in a shambles. What about you? Any news?

Ryan: Nope.

Vicky: Did you get any fingerprints on the bug that you found in my phone?

Ryan: It was wiped clean.

Vicky: Ah, and what about tapes? Did you find any tapes of Marley or me?

Ryan: Well, if I did, I would have let you know.

Vicky: Are you sure? Or is it just one big police secret with you?

Ryan: You know I would have told you. Can we not get into a fight tonight? This is supposed to be for us. Why can't you just go get dressed and let this drop for now?

Vicky: No, I am not going to let it drop. My sister is going through the most miserable time of her life, and you come over here wanting me to go out and kick off my shoes and dance with you.

Ryan: Well, staying here is not going to change anything. I thought your family was going to go to the ball as a show of strength.

Vicky: Oh, well, I'm not up much for partying, you know. The D.A. wants my sister. She wants her behind bars.

Ryan: I wish there was something I could say to make it easier on you.

Vicky: Well, can you tell me my sister's not going to jail?

Ryan: Look, I'm not the enemy here. I came over here to make sure that you weren't alone tonight.

Vicky: Well, I'm not going with you. Ryan, look at the weather.

Ryan: It's snowing.

Vicky: Yes.

Ryan: Sometimes it snows during this time of year. I've got a squad car. It's four-wheel drive.

Vicky: Yeah, right. With my luck, I would still get caught in a big, huge snow bank with you.

Ryan: I could think of worse things.

Vicky: Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if the Snowflake Ball was canceled, so I'm just going to turn on the radio and find out when this stupid thing is going to -- End.

Ryan: Feel like dancing?

Vicky: Uh, no.

Ryan: Well, um, I mean, you do owe me one without an audience.

Vicky: I owe you -- what are you talking about?

Ryan: Well, don't you -- aren't you forgetting the tango that we had next to the docks, the one that was supposed to make Jamie eat his heart out?

Vicky: Yeah, that.

Ryan: Yeah, that. You were looking over my shoulder the entire time at Jamie. I'd like to try it again. Only this time I'd like you to look at me.

Vicky: Oh, you would?

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: Just wait a second.

[Monitor flat-lines]

Jamie: Clear.

John: Jamie, it's no use.

Jamie: Charge it again. 360. Come on, Jake, damn it. Don't die. Clear the bed.

John: Jamie, you've done everything.

Jamie: No, I haven't.

John: His pupils are fixed and dilated.

Jamie: John, maybe it's a reaction to the medication.

John: You're not going to reverse that kind of damage.

Jamie: He's strong. He made it through the first cardiac arrest. He can make it through this, I know it.

Doctor: It's not your fault, Jamie.

Jamie: He can't die. He's Marley's best hope. I want a spinal needle and a 20-cc syringe. I want to do a pericardial tap.

John: Pericardial tap? I've never seen one work.

Jamie: I don't care. It's my only hope.

John: He is dead, Jamie. Look, I will tell Marley what happened.

Jamie: No, you won't.

John: Jamie, if you bring him back, he's only going to be a vegetable.

Jamie: I can't leave it like this. Damn him. Dying is too easy. Give me the syringe.

Doctor: Jamie --

Jamie: Now, damn it! Come on, Jake. You are not going to die. Do you hear me? You're going to pull through this.

Stacey: Is it still bad outside?

Michael: It's terrible. Yeah. Well, you know, the phone lines are completely messed up.

Stacey: I think this blizzard's going to go on record.

Michael: Look, if you don't mind, it looks like I'm going to be your company here for a little while.

Stacey: No, no problem. Hey, I can't believe you picked this. This is my favorite piece.

Michael: Really?

Stacey: Yeah.

Michael: Why?

Stacey: I don't know, it just kind of gets to me every time. Listen to this.

Michael: It's beautiful.

Stacey: Yeah, it really is. Every time I listen to it, it just brings me right inside myself. Like, no matter what I'm feeling, I can't hide from my feelings or from myself or -- God, I must sound like a crazy person, huh?

Michael: No. No, you don't at all. Actually, it's got a little sadness in it.

Stacey: Definitely. It seems to me like it's all about loneliness.

Michael: Hmm. Yeah.

Stacey: Just kind of, you know, like you feel isolated. It's like disconnected to everything. And no matter how badly you want somebody else to feel what you're feeling, they just can't, no matter how much they love you.

Michael: Yeah. I spend a whole week like that. It's funny. I sit across from my family at the dinner table, and I feel disconnected, you know. It's almost like having dinner with strangers.

Stacey: Just like cut off.

Michael: You know, maybe it's my own frustration. You know, Marley is in this situation that seems to have its own momentum and I can't do anything about it. And to tell you the truth, I can't really talk to Donna about it. She doesn't seem to -- she doesn't seem to want to know how worried I am.

Stacey: I think she would understand if you told her.

Michael: Oh, yeah, Donna would understand. But, you know, she needs to lean on me. Victoria does, too. And, well, if I'm going to be there for my family, I can't let my own fears get in the way.

Stacey: Cass is doing everything he can.

Michael: I know he is. You know, I keep hoping that the truth will prevail here, that because Marley is innocent, she'll be proven innocent.

Stacey: Yeah, I know. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only lawyer in City Hall that even wonders if what I do is connected to justice.

Michael: Really?

Stacey: Oh, God, I --

Michael: What?

Stacey: I forgot about something.

Michael: What?

Stacey: I'm supposed to run across the hall to Sam's and run interference for Olivia.

Michael: I don't quite understand.

Stacey: Well, Amanda and Alli are snowed in over there, and, well, I was going to ask them if they wanted to camp out over here.

Michael: Sam and Olivia?

Stacey: Well, yeah, Olivia sort of hopes that they're -- but a part of me would like to see Amanda and Sam patch things up. I hate to see a marriage die.

Amanda: Don't. Stop it. Stop it.

Sam: Amanda. Amanda, wake up.

Amanda: Oh.

Sam: You were dreaming.

Amanda: I was?

Sam: Yeah, a nightmare.

Amanda: No. No, it was just a dream.

Sam: Are you ok?

Amanda: Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry if I bothered you.

Sam: You didn't. What was that all about?

Amanda: It was nothing. It was silly.

Sam: Look, Amanda, I've known you for a long time and I've never seen you have a dream like that before.

Amanda: I never used to. I mean, not when we were living together.

Sam: Until Evan.

Are you cold?

Amanda: Yeah.

Felicia: Donna, you've only been in there a little while. Right. Try to relax. Yeah -- soon, very soon. I don't know exactly. Luke is talking to the elevator company right now. Donna, stop yelling at me. Donna, stop it! Now, I'll call you back when I have something definite.

Lucas: Look, I just spoke to the guy.

Felicia: Thank you.

Lucas: And he says he thinks he knows what the problem is, and it should take the repairman about a half an hour once he gets here.

Felicia: What does that mean, "once he gets here"?

Lucas: The dispatcher doesn't think that's going to be anytime soon.

Felicia: Why?

Lucas: Because he's stuck in a drift 17 miles down the highway.

Felicia: Donna will never last.

Lucas: Donna? Harrison's going to be dead before he gets out of that elevator.

Liz: One of the true values in life is everything stopping for a snowstorm.

Olivia: Yeah, almost everything.

Liz: It reminds us we must all yield to mother nature. Of course, not everyone does.

Olivia: That's it. That's it. I'm going over to see Sam.

Liz: Oh, calm down, dear. You can't just charge in over there.

Olivia: Don't you argue with me, aunt Liz. I'm going.

Liz: Olivia, it's freezing outside. You'll never get a cab.

Olivia: Good night, aunt Liz.

Liz: Olivia, think. The elevator is broken.

Olivia: Well, I'm sure the stairs are very intact. Nothing is going to come between me and Sam.

Grant: Sure you don't want to change your mind?

Donna: It'll be a cold day in hell before I drink with you.

Grant: Well, it's cold, and it's hell being trapped in here with you.

Donna: Is that your attempt at humor?

Grant: Uh-uh.

Donna: I don't know what Sharlene sees in you.

Grant: Oh, let's not get personal, now, Donna.

Donna: Grant, don't pretend like you're all sensitive here. I know that you're doing everything you can to railroad my daughter.

Grant: I know nothing about your daughter's case.

Donna: Yeah, just like you didn't know anything about destroying John's marriage.

Grant: Oh? Is it? I hadn't heard.

Donna: You might be able to fool your public, but I can see right through you.

Grant: You can? Really? What can you see?

Donna: You're completely self-centered. I don't know how you wake up and look at yourself in the morning in the mirror.

Grant: And I don't know how Michael Hudson ended up with you.

Donna: I thought you didn't want to get personal.

Grant: He's a very level-headed, sensible, completely rigid kind of a man. No match for a hellion like you.

Donna: What do you know?

Grant: Well, he's very idealistic and very moral, and you're kind of -- oh, how do I put this? Maybe -- well, more flexible.

Donna: Shut up!

Grant: Ooh!

Donna: Shut up!

Grant: Did we hit a nerve, hmm?

Donna: Don't you -- don't talk to me about morals. You tried to take John's wife away from him, and when you couldn't have her, you got your revenge by playing politics with my daughter's life. I don't even know why I'm talking to you.

Grant: Me, either.

Donna: Don't talk to me!

Grant: Fine. I'd rather listen to muzak anyway. [Hums] Ooh la la la la

Donna: All right. All right, it's bad enough in here without you singing. Please shut up. Please shut up.

Grant: La la la la

Donna: Damn speakers.

Grant: Ow! Damn it! What the hell are you trying to do?

Donna: I'm not going to apologize for that. You deserve more.

[Phone rings]

Donna: This better be good news.

Grant: Damn.

Donna: Hello?

Felicia: Donna, this is good news and bad news. The repairman is on his way.

Donna: Finally.

Felicia: But it is going to take him a little while to get here.

Donna: How little?

Felicia: Several hours.

Donna: Hours?

Felicia: I am sorry, really I am. You'll just have to hang in there, I guess.

Donna: Hang in -- Felicia, there's no air in here.

[Phone hangs up]

Donna: I can't -- Felicia, damn it! Damn it!

Grant: Ah, let me guess, let me guess. We're going to spend the night here.

Donna: I'm not going to spend the night here. You might. I'm not going to.

Grant: Now, tell me, what do you have in mind?

Donna: If they're not going to help me get out of here, I'm going to help myself.

Grant: Oh, now, don't tell me that you're going to try and climb through the top of this elevator.

Donna: Watch me.

Ryan: Wow.

Vicky: I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.

Ryan: No, you could've made me wait all night. You look beautiful.

Vicky: Thank you.

Ryan: Look out here.

Vicky: It's very peaceful.

Ryan: I'm watching how the snow is making everything clean and new.

Vicky: Well, at least for tonight.

Ryan: I was hoping you'd do the same thing for us -- make everything new.

Vicky: Ahem. It's very -- um -- quiet out there.

Ryan: It's quiet in here, too.

Dance with me.

Vicky: Here?

Ryan: Why not?

Vicky: Uh, I'm -- I'm self-conscious.

Ryan: You?

Vicky: Yeah, it surprises me a little.

Ryan: Don't be. Just follow me.

Vicky: Are you sure you want to do this?

Ryan: I'm very sure.

[Monitor flat-lines]

Jamie: Don't give up, Jake. I can't do this by myself.

I'm in the pericardium.

Jake: This isn't fair.

Vicky: Stop whining, Jake. You lost.

Jake: I deserve another chance.

Paulina: Why? When did you give anyone a break?

Jamie: Scalpel.

Iris: You've had your chance. You've had lots of chances.

Jamie: Forceps.

Jake: No, I didn't. You set me up. All of you set me up. You stacked the deck.

Jamie: Cards.

Jake: Cut them.

Marley: Why should I?

Jake: Because I want to prove to you that I'm the winner.

Jamie: Take a look at this.

Jake: All right, I'll make a deal with you. You cut the cards. High card says I play again.

Marley: King of hearts.

[Women laugh]

Jake: Yes. Ace beats king.

Donna: I bet he had that ace up his sleeve.

Jake: I told you I had nine lives.

Marley: When are you going to stop wasting them?

Jake: I told you this game isn't over.

Woman: Jamie, I don't believe this.

[Monitor beeps]

John: I've got a pulse. It's steady.

Jamie: Are all the lines open?

John: They're clear.

Jamie: Give me a reading of the blood gases, stat.

Doctor: His pressure's good. 120/60.

John: Let's leave the Swan-Ganz catheter in for 24 hours.

Jamie: Breath sounds present.

John: Clear bilaterally.

Jamie: How's his EKG?

Doctor: Scattered PVCs, but decreasing in frequency.

Jamie: He's made it.

Doctor: When he comes to, I'm going to have to tell him why. Jamie, you were incredible.

Jamie: Get him into recovery.

John: I'll stay and do that.

Jamie: I should stay.

John: No, you should go and get some air. I'll handle it.

Jamie: Ok. Thank you.

John: You taught me a lot just now, Jamie. I was ready to let him go.

Jamie: I couldn't. Jake's wasn't the only life I was trying to save.

Jamie: Marley. What are you doing here?

Marley: I came by to see Jake.

Jamie: Jake is still in surgery.

Marley: Surgery?

Jamie: The bullet moved. I had to get it out or he would have died, Marley.

Marley: Jamie, is --

Jamie: No, it was rough, but it looks like he's going to pull through.

Marley: You did the surgery, didn't you?

Jamie: Dr. Nelson's plane was grounded because of the storm. There was no one else who could do it.

Marley: Jamie, I --

John: Even if there had been, no one could have done a better job than Jamie. Jake had a cardiac arrest on the table. Jamie brought him back.

Jamie: Marley doesn't need to hear the details.

Marley: Yes, I do.

John: Jake's heart had stopped beating. Clinically, he was dead. We'd all given up, but Jamie wouldn't.

Jamie: Marley, I didn't have a choice. As it is, Jake may not make it, and there may be permanent damage.

Cass: Could this bring him out of the coma?

Jamie: It's still too early to tell, Cass. I couldn't let him die.

John: I don't know about you, but a cup of coffee and a shower sounds like heaven to me. Incredible work.

Jamie: You, too. Look, I'd rather you not see him until tomorrow. Is that ok?

Marley: Yeah, I understand.

Jamie: Look, do you need a ride? I could take you. I just got to take a quick shower.

Marley: Um, Cass?

Cass: As long as you're with Jamie, I'll head home.

Marley: All right.

Jamie: I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

Marley: Ok.

Cass: I want you to call me tonight when you get the results, ok?

Marley: Yes.

Cass: Either way.

Marley: I'll try to get them before I leave with Jamie.

Cass: Call me as soon as you know. Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?

Marley: Yes, Cass, I'm fine. I'm a big girl.

Cass: Yes, you are, but even big girls need to know that they're not alone.

Marley: I'm not alone. Thank you.

Cass: Good. Ok, well, I'll talk to you later.

Marley: Ok, Cass.

Cass: Bye.

[Doorbell rings]

Sam: Hey, Stacey.

Stacey: Sam, hi.

Sam: Hi, how are you?

Stacey: Fine. I heard that Amanda and Alli were snowed in over here.

Amanda: Well, how did you know that? Did you talk to my Mom?

Stacey: Actually, you know, I wish I had come over earlier. I wanted to invite you to camp out over at my place.

Amanda: Oh, no. No, I wouldn't want to impose.

Stacey: Oh, no imposition at all. I've got plenty of room. Courtney is down in Florida. Come on. What do you say?

Sam: You'd probably be more comfortable, so --

Amanda: Well, you sure it's not going to be a problem?

Stacey: No, not at all.

Amanda: Ok, then I accept.

Stacey: Great.

Amanda: But it's going to take me a couple of minutes to get myself ready and get Alli packed up and everything.

Stacey: Ok, do you want me to help you out?

Amanda: No, no, I can do it myself.

Stacey: Ok. Well, then, I'll go make up a bed for Alli, and I'll see you over there. Bye.

Sam: Bye.

Amanda: Bye.

Sam: I tell you what, why don't you gather all your stuff up and I'll carry Alli over for you, ok?

Amanda: For a while it seemed like old times, didn't it?

Sam: Those old times are gone, Amanda.

Amanda: I know. Well, thanks for giving me shelter in the storm.

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: I'd like to make it up to you. I know you're not really working a lot right now. The art director's position is still open at "Sophisticate."

Sam: I'm working at Caroline's gallery.

Amanda: Oh, I didn't know that.

Sam: I start tomorrow.

Grant: I can't believe I let you talk me into this.

Donna: All right, hold still, now. You're wobbling.

Grant: It's not me that's wobbling, it's you. Now, just let me steady it.

Donna: Watch it.

Grant: I am.

Donna: All right. Now, I'm going to have to stand on your shoulders like this, so be still.

Grant: All right. It's your funeral.

Donna: Well, you could be a little more supportive of me, you know.

Grant: What are you going to do after you open the trap door?

Donna: I'll figure that out. I'll just climb out.

Grant: What, and look at the view?

Donna: Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out.

Grant: Look, look for the emergency lever that opens the doors into Tops.

Donna: That's open.

Grant: All right. The lever opens those two doors.

Donna: Oh, damn it!

Grant: What now?

Donna: I broke a fingernail. Damn it!

Grant: Look -- you see any doors open?

Donna: Stop yelling at me. I'm the one doing all the work up here.

Grant: All right, look, if you can't take it, then we'll take you down and wait for the repairman.

Donna: No, don't! Don't, don't. I've almost got it. Wait a minute, hold still! We're going to fall.

Grant: No, just hang on.

Donna: All right. There. I got it. I got it, I got it, I got it!

Grant: That's good.

Donna: Help!

Amanda: I think we have everything. Good.

Sam: Good night.

Amanda: Good night.

[Knock on door]

Sam: Olivia.

Olivia: Hi.

Sam: Look at you. You must be frozen.

Olivia: I am.

Sam: How did you get here?

Olivia: Well, I had a little help from a friend. Meet Scott.

Sam: Scott.

Scott: You must be Sam.

Sam: Yeah.

Olivia: Scott drives a snowplow. He gave me a lift over here.

Scott: She was trying to make it on foot.

Sam: What?

Olivia: Tops isn't all that far, but the snow was a whole lot deeper than I thought, and I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for Scott.

Scott: You would have froze .

Sam: Yes.

Scott: That's what. But I can see you're all right now, so I'm going to take off, huh?

Sam: All righty. Hey, man, I owe you one. Thank you.

Scott: Hey, believe me, it was no problem.

Sam: All right, take care.

Olivia: Thanks again, Scott.

Scott: Bye-bye.

Sam: You -- you are too much. I cannot believe you. Now, get this stuff off here.

Olivia: Oh, you bet. Well, really, did you think that I was going to spend the night with aunt Liz when my heart was over here?

Sam: You mean you were going to walk from Tops to here just because you miss me?

Olivia: Yes.

Sam: You are --

Olivia: And yes.

Sam: Amazing, and you are beautiful.

Olivia: Thank you.

Sam: Yes.

Olivia: So, tell me, what happened to Amanda and Alli?

Sam: Oh, Stacey came over and invited her over to sleep the night there. There's more room, so it's fine.

Olivia: Oh, well, that's probably for the best.

Sam: Yeah.

Olivia: Well, am I going to get a hug to warm me up?

Sam: Definitely. In fact, I think I'm going to get you right to bed.

Nurse: Were you still waiting for Dr. Holmes?

Marley: Yes. Can she see me now?

Nurse: She's in delivery, but she left that for you.

Marley: Are these the results?

Nurse: The doctor said you can call tomorrow if you wanted to talk about it in more detail.

Marley: But she can't see me now?

Nurse: Not for a few hours.

Jamie: You ready?

Marley: Sure.

Jamie: Are you ok? You look a little pale.

Marley: It's just late and I'm exhausted.

Jamie: Then let's go. You ready to brave the storm?

Marley: Oh, the storm, yes. The Snowflake Ball, no.

Jamie: You want to go home?

Marley: I'm not dressed for anything else.

Jamie: Well, the roads are a little slippery and the visibility stinks, but I think we can give it a shot.

Marley: All right, let's go.

Ryan: Vicky.

Vicky: Hmm?

Ryan: You're a million miles away.

Vicky: Oh, I was just thinking that the snow may cover everything, but it's all the same underneath.

Ryan: Can't stop thinking about the case?

Vicky: No.

Ryan: Neither can I.

Vicky: I just can't shut the world out, Ryan. It doesn't work.

Ryan: Are you ready to talk about everything about this case? Ready to face everything? Because I'll talk.

Vicky: If we talk, is that going to stop the D.A. from persecuting my sister?

Ryan: The word is "prosecuting."

Vicky: I know what I'm talking about. She, uh -- she just would never give Marley the benefit of the doubt.

Ryan: It's not her job. Her job is to make a case.

Vicky: Right, and she'll use anything she can get her grimy little hands on.

Ryan: Right. She's going to make Jake look like a real poor, put-upon victim. And from what I hear, she does it very well.

Vicky: Why did she have to pick her? I mean, she's a vampire.

Ryan: Vicky, I know that you want to see this whole thing disappear -- the D.A., the cops, the press, the evidence --

Vicky: What evidence do they have, really? I mean, they've got a coat and a gun. What's that?

Ryan: It's enough. Marley already admitted to wearing the coat, and it's got Jake's blood on it.

Vicky: And the gun?

Ryan: It's the one that was used to shoot him. You know that.

Vicky: I wish they would both disappear.

Ryan: From the evidence room? No chance. The security's too tight.

Vicky: Has it ever happened?

Ryan: Once that I know of. There was a cocaine bust, and the whole kilo was missing. Well, we knew where -- we knew that it was being sold out on the street, so we traced it back to the janitor.

[Vicky laughs]

Vicky: You're kidding.

Ryan: No. No. I mean, no one thought it could have been him because he was about a million years old and moved about as quickly as a snail. He'd been there for years. He knew everybody by their first names.

Vicky: Oh, so he really pulled one over on you, huh?

Ryan: Only for a couple of days.

Vicky: So how'd he do it?

Ryan: Well, he had access to the evidence room. He used an electronic key.

Vicky: Oh, oh, yeah, those.

Ryan: It's like a credit card.

Vicky: Yeah, I know what you're talking about.

Ryan: Well, he had one, so he used it.

Vicky: Well, I'm sorry. I -- I know I shouldn't be laughing, but I think it's just kind of funny that --

Ryan: Why?

Vicky: What?

Ryan: Your face was made for it -- for laughing.

Vicky: I thought we were going to be serious.

Ryan: I'm doing my best.

Vicky: You know what else you could do?

Ryan: What? Go into the kitchen --


Vicky: And get that serious bottle of champagne that's chilling in the refrigerator. There's glasses out here.

Ryan: You're on.

Felicia: Is it giving at all?

Lucas: No, it's not giving at all.

Donna: What's the problem now?

Felicia: Donna, listen to me. There is a switch on the left side of the elevator. You have to push it to unlock the lock in here. Go ahead, push.

Donna: Switch what? It's pitch black in here. I can't see a damn thing.

Grant: Move over, Donna!

Donna: Ouch! That's my foot, you idiot!

Grant: Well, move the damn thing over!

Felicia: There, got it.

Lucas: Got it!

Liz: Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Felicia: Are you all right?

Grant: Yeah.

Donna: Somebody help me.

Lucas: Oh, oh, Donna, come on. Are you all right?

Donna: Do I look all right?

Liz: Oh, what happened to your dress?

Donna: Oh, my coat --

Felicia: No, no, no, no, no. It's all right, I'll get your coat. Please, sit down. I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I just had this elevator checked. I will replace your dress.

Donna: Just call my driver, please. Get him here as quickly as possible. Get me as far away from this man as you possibly can.

Lucas: See, Donna, I don't think you're going to get anyone to come here tonight.

Liz: Donna, while you were trapped in there, we got another five inches of snow.

Donna: I'm stuck here?

Grant: It's much more comfortable than that elevator.

Liz: I think you need another drink. Have a brandy.

Grant: Oh, I think so, especially if it's on the house.

Felicia: Yes, of course it is. Donna, can I get you anything else?

Donna: No, no, no! I'm going to the powder room.

Grant: Hey, listen, we've got to do this again sometime.

Donna: Not in this lifetime, we're not!

Felicia: Well, honey, fasten your seatbelts. We're in for a bumpy ride.

Stacey: Well, I enjoyed myself. I think I had more fun here than I would have at the ball. Well, call me when you get home to make sure that you got home safely. Otherwise, I'll worry.

Michael: Ok. Thank you for the coffee and --and the talk.

Stacey: You're welcome. Good luck.

Amanda: Well, she is finally asleep. I'm sorry for taking over your house like this.

Stacey: Oh, no. I'm sorry that I interrupted you and Sam. I probably should have left well enough alone.

Amanda: Oh, no. That's all right. It doesn't matter.

Stacey: Are you sure?

Amanda: Yeah. Sam and I are -- what's that awful phrase? Uh, we're history.

Stacey: Amanda, I'm sorry.

Amanda: It's ok.

Olivia: [Laughs] Sam, no!


Stacey: You all right?

Amanda: Yeah. It seems like Olivia made her way through the storm.

Ryan: Ready?

Vicky: Ah. Serve 'em up.

Ryan: You know, this evening turned out to be an awful lot better than I expected.

Vicky: For me, too.

Ryan: Now, where were we?

Vicky: Well, here is fine.

Marley: It's so beautiful. I feel like we're not even in Bay City.

Jamie: Talk to me, Marley. I know something's wrong.

Marley: I'm fine.

Jamie: That's why you went to see Dr. Holmes in the middle of the night?

Marley: How did you know about that?

Jamie: I didn't, but I saw her nurse hand you an envelope.

Marley: Oh.

Jamie: Marley, I want you to tell me what's really going on.

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