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Woman: Good afternoon. This is Shana Barr for "Up-front." Today, we bring you "Sisters in Silence," our exclusive report about identical twins Marley McKinnon and Victoria Hudson -- twin sisters who were each involved with video producer, Jake McKinnon, twin sisters who have each provided the other with alibis for the night he was shot and left for dead. Separated at birth, these two socialites are reputed to have little in common but their striking resemblance. While McKinnon remains comatose at Bay City General, his former wife, Marley, goes on trial next week, charged with his attempted murder. Described as the soft-spoken sibling, her role in McKinnon's life and near death have remained shrouded in secrecy.

Marley: I have nothing to say. Really, sir, I have nothing to say. Would you please just leave me alone? I don't want to talk to you.

Shana: In direct contrast, the behavior of her flamboyant sister Victoria has led to speculation that perhaps the wrong twin was arrested for the crime, a crime that police are calling a crime of passion.

Vicky: Get out of my face. My sister is innocent. This is just a political ploy. She's innocent! The D.A. is railroading my sister!

Shana: During the upcoming trial, "Up-front" will continue to bring you the story of these twins in trouble.

[Knocking at door]

Grant: What are you doing? Hiding out?

Ryan: What does that mean?

Grant: I just got off the phone with Captain Cooper. Jake McKinnon's gun is missing.

Ryan: Yeah, I know.

Grant: Well, the district attorney happens to think that you took it.

Michael: Oh, gosh.

Vicky: Oh, you scared me.

Michael: I can see that. Are you all right? What's wrong? You're shaking. Honey, where are you going in such a hurry?

Jamie: But there's gotta be a way out of this, Cass. All right. No, I won't say anything to Marley, at least not yet. All right, keep in touch. Hey, your bear looks lonely over here. You want to hang out with him for a while? Come on, buddy. Yeah. That's it. Marley.

Marley: Hilda let me in. Hi, sweetie.

Jamie: I didn't hear you.

Marley: What are you not supposed to say to me? Jamie, tell me.

Jamie: Marley, the D.A.'s office contacted me today. Graves is going to call me to the stand.

Marley: Because you're Jake's doctor?

Jamie: Yes. And because she wants me to testify against you.

Marley: What are you going to tell the D.A.?

Jamie: I don't have that much control over it. It depends entirely on what questions she asks me.

Marley: I'm sure they'll be loaded.

Jamie: Cass thinks so. He says a lot of them will just require a yes or no answer, and then she's gonna cut me off --

Marley: Cut you off when you start explaining.

Jamie: Right. She could twist everything that happened between us, Marley.

Marley: What we say and feel about each other has nothing to do with Jake's shooting.

Jamie: I hope the jury believes that.

Marley: What does Cass say?

Jamie: He says that Morgan is gonna try to make it look like you wanted to get Jake out of the way so you could be with me.

Marley: That's crazy. Jake wasn't in the way of me being with you. It was Vicky. I -- I didn't mean that. Everything I say is gonna come out wrong.

Jamie: No, it will not. Come here. Cass is gonna help you prepare. Everything's gonna be ok.

Marley: How can it be ok, Jamie? She's gonna ask you what Jake did to me, and then she's gonna find out that he raped me.

Jamie: How can she?

Marley: You're going to be under oath.

Jamie: She can't force me --

Marley: She's going to say that I shot Jake because of what he did to me.

Jamie: None of this should be happening to you. I'm not gonna let Graves use me against you. I'm not gonna testify.

Marley: You have to, Jamie. If you don't, you'll be breaking the law.

Jamie: Hey, I'll worry about that. I'm gonna help you, Marley, no matter what.

Man: I am ready to make the leap to art director.

Amanda: And you think that your previous magazine work qualifies you?

Man: Well, that and my vision of a completely new "Sophisticate."

Rachel: Oh, well, Jerome, I'm not convinced that we need a completely new "Sophisticate." We have a relatively successful magazine as it is now. We just need a new art director.

Amanda: Well, your salary requirements are certainly reasonable.

Jerome: I can even come down a bit.

Rachel: Well, that won't be necessary. Jerome, why don't you leave this with us overnight? We have some other people that we have to look at.

Jerome: Sure. No problem.

Amanda: We'll let you know tomorrow.

Jerome: Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you ladies.

Rachel: Nice to meet you.

Rachel: Well, what did you think?

Amanda: He was nice, but, I mean, this is some pretty routine stuff.

Rachel: Yeah, nothing jumped out at me either.

Amanda: No. We've gotta get somebody by the end of the week. I'm gonna call the headhunters and see if they can come up with some more resumes for us at least.

Rachel: Are there any other leads?

Amanda: Well, we're still getting resumes.

Rachel: And?

Amanda: And what?

Rachel: And what aren't you telling me?

Amanda: Well, there's one other possibility. I sent a job description and some recent "Sophisticate" covers over to another potential candidate.

Rachel: And who is that?

Amanda: Sam.

Man: I'm not fine with it. Don't tell me I'm wrong. That's all.

Woman: You're wrong. I'll tell you when you're wrong, Mark. You're wrong.

Mark: Drop it, Devon, just drop it.

Sam: Hi. Can I help you?

Mark: We're customers of Caroline's.

Devon: We are very good customers of Caroline's.

Sam: Unfortunately, Caroline's gone for a few days, but --

Devon: Great, just great. I told you we should have called first.

Sam: Well, I'm here, and I'm working, if I can help you with anything. Is there any particular artist you would like to take a look at?

Mark: No, we just want a painting for our living room.

Devon: Something to complement the decor. It should be large enough to be noticed, but not too overwhelming. It should be pink, but not too pink, and it has to coordinate with these.

Sam: Ah, I see. Pink. Well, are you interested in the abstracts?

Mark: If it's the right color and size and a good investment, we like it.

Sam: Well, you really should buy something you like, don't you think?

Mark: We like good investments.

Sam: Well, why don't you take a few minutes here to take a look around?

Devon: Why don't we not. We don't have a lot of time for this.

Mark: Just show us what you've got in this color.

Sam: All right. Follow me.

Devon: Mm-hmm.

Sam: Ah, this perhaps.

Devon: No, no, no. Too large.

Sam: Too large. Ok. Well, follow me this way. This, maybe, actually, is one of my favorites. The artist, Robert Jackson, I believe has captured a very strong sense of the serenity --

Mark: Jackson? Have I ever heard of him? Will it appreciate?

Sam: Well, it's difficult to say with art. You really have to connect with it.

Devon: We'll pass.

Mark: You must have something else, preferably by someone known.

Devon: Well-known, or why bother? [Laughs]

Sam: [Laughs] Great. Follow me this way, folks. Have you ever thought of a sketch? You could have it mounted, framed in a color of your choice.

Devon: No, no, no. Only as a last resort.

Sam: Ok. We'll scratch that, then, won't we?

Devon: You know, what is that?

Sam: [Clears throat] They're dancers.

Mark: You can't tell they're dancers?

Devon: Yes, darling, I can tell they're dancers, but I don't get it. What does it mean?

Sam: They're dancers. That's all.

Mark: It would never make it in our foyer, that's for sure.

Sam: Oh, really? Perhaps the wrong color?

Devon: You know, I really think it could work in another part of the house, Mark.

Sam: Well, listen, I don't think it's gonna work anywhere in your house because I'm not going to sell it to you, do you hear me?

Devon: Well, fine. We don't want it.

Sam: Good, because you're not going to get anything in this entire gallery, do you understand that? In fact, why don't the two of you --

Mark: Caroline won't believe this.

Devon: Mark, what is his problem?

Sam: Thank you very much. Why don't you take a walk out this way, folks? Have a great day.

Devon: We don't have our painting yet! Why don't you take your color pink fabric. Thank you. God!

Olivia: Sam!

Sam: Did you believe these people, these idiotic, shallow-minded --

Olivia: Customers.

Sam: Right. Customers.

Olivia: Are you going to be ok?

Sam: This job is going to be a lot more difficult than I thought.

Olivia: They were jerks.

Sam: They were jerks with money, Olivia. And I need this job. I have not had any money come in for the last several months. And if I don't -- I cannot blow another sale like this. It's as simple as that.

Olivia: You won't. Just calm down, that's all.

What's this?

Sam: Amanda's launching a campaign to get me back at Cory.

Olivia: To work there?

Sam: Well, "Sophisticate" needs an art director. Who knows?

Olivia: Oh. Well, it looks like the job is all yours if you want it.

Sam: Well, I don't want it, so why don't we put this away? Thank you.

Olivia: It could solve your money problems, though.

Sam: But it would start a lot of other problems. I do not want to work that close to Amanda ever again.

Olivia: You sure? It's probably a great job.

Sam: It is not a great job. It would be a disaster, do you hear me? Now, what I want to do is just get the hang of selling this stuff, but I'm terrible at it.

Olivia: It's your first day. It'll get better.

Sam: I guess I just gotta be more eager to please these people. I mean, I tried with this woman. When she starts wailing about my work, I mean, that's --

Olivia: Listen to me. The customer is always right.

Sam: The customer? You believe that? The customer's always right?

Olivia: Sam, listen, all I meant was that there's no point in arguing with those people.

Sam: All right, fine. From now on, you're right. I will be completely wonderful, honest, charming to the very next person that walks in that door. Do you hear me?

Liz: It's unbelievable.

Dean: Something -- something weird happened.

Paulina: Ok, what?

Dean: This congressman called me. His name is Grant Harrison.

Paulina: Grant Harrison called you? Why?

Dean: I don't know. You know him?

Paulina: You don't?

Dean: Never heard of him.

Paulina: He's important, Dean. Why would he be calling you? What did you do, bust a mailbox or commit some federal offense or something?

Dean: No, no, no. He called me, introduced himself, and then he says, "I got your father's telephone number, thought you might like to have it." And then he said, "we'll talk again," and he hung up.

Paulina: That is weird.

Dean: Yeah.

Paulina: Don't you already have your father's number?

Dean: No, I haven't spoken to him in years. Couldn't even if I wanted to.

Paulina: Why? What, is he in jail or something?

Dean: No, no, he's not -- well, at least I don't think he's in jail. I don't think so.

Paulina: Well, what happened to him?

Dean: I often wonder that myself. He walked out on me.

Paulina: You're kidding. Well, where was your mother?

Dean: She split when I was a baby.

Paulina: So your father raised you?

Dean: For a while, and then when he left, I spent a lot of time with relatives and stuff. See, Henry liked to play cards. That's what he did for a living.

Paulina: Your father was a gambler?

Dean: Yeah. All the time, all the time. He also played a mean piano. He taught me. That's one good thing he did for me, right?

Paulina: So, you haven't seen him in a long time.

Dean: It's been awhile. It's been awhile, but see, we were buddies, you know. One day we're just hanging out together. We're doing the casinos. We're moving from hotel room to hotel room to hotel room, and then the next day, he was gone without a word.

Paulina: I'm sorry.

Dean: He left me alone in Las Vegas.

Paulina: How old were you?

Dean: I don't know. I was old enough to know that my old man didn't want me around anymore. Then he left me with a child welfare agency, you know? That -- I don't know. That freaked with my head.

Paulina: Did you have any friends?

Dean: I had plenty of friends, just not the same ones for any amount of time, you know? Except for him. He was my friend, and then he left. He never said d where he was going, and he never said good-bye. I don't know. How could a father do that to his son? I don't know.

Grant: I won't stay out of it. When are you going to learn that what you do affects me?

Ryan: You or your career? Or are they still the same thing?

Grant: Look, I have a right to know what is going on, Ryan. What you've done is not a simple screw-up. You could be charged with obstruction of justice.

Ryan: And you don't want the Harrisons to get any bad press, do you?

Grant: I don't want you to trash your life.

Ryan: You know, I love this. The gun is missing. It could turn up any second, and you're already acting like I've done something wrong. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Grant.

Grant: Captain Cooper happens to think that you are involved.

Ryan: Look, they're still searching the evidence room. The gun can turn up any minute.

Grant: Somehow, I don't think that's true. I don't think it's a coincidence that the D.A. needs that gun to make a case for your girlfriend's sister.

Ryan: You think I took that gun to protect Marley? That I did that because I'm involved with Vicky?

Grant: According to Billy Cooper, your passkey was the one that was used at the same time that the gun could have been taken.

Ryan: I said that my key was missing.

Grant: Ryan, your job and your reputation is at stake.

Ryan: Or is it because of the fact that if Marley's found innocent, your vendetta against her family falls apart.

Grant: Oh, come on, you're out of line.

Ryan: Oh, I don't think so.

Grant: My concern is you.

Ryan: Oh yeah? Since when?

Grant: That's a lousy thing to say.

Ryan: Well, I don't like your side of the conversation either.

Grant: I don't understand you. I mean, you get your life back on track, and then you just throw it all way.

Ryan: Yeah, well, it's my life.

Grant: I'm your brother. And I care about you. What's Vicky Hudson?

Ryan: You leave her out of this.

Grant: She's using you, Ryan, and you're too damn blind to see it. If her feelings for you were real, she wouldn't let you ruin your life like this.

Vicky: Thanks for making the coffee.

Michael: Well, I'm glad I caught you before you left. We haven't done this in a long time, just sat and talked.

Vicky: A lot has been going on.

Michael: Vicky, we need each other now. Do you know that? Actually, I'm really sorry that Marley isn't here, I wanted to talk to her, too.

Vicky: Yeah, I'm sure you did, but she went to see Jamie. Dad, I love that you came by, and I'd love to talk, but I've gotta get going.

Michael: Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. Don't go anywhere. Come on. We haven't talked. You haven't told me what you're upset about.

Vicky: The trial isn't enough to be upset about?

Michael: Look, I didn't come by just to talk to Marley. I came by to see how you're doing, too.

Vicky: Well, I'm probably doing the same that you're doing.

Michael: Well, I, for one, am very worried about what might happen in court.

Vicky: Yeah, me, too. That's all I can think about. Yes, I know, that's not in my character. I'm too self-centered.

Michael: Honey, I didn't say that. I'm not thinking that.

Vicky: Well, most people think that.

Michael: Well, I'm not most people. I understand you, and I understand that you want to take things in your own hands and change them. But I also know that you can care too much.

Vicky: Care too much? That's not possible in Marley's case. The only important thing is that she doesn't go to prison. Why can't everyone see that?

Michael: Hey, wait a minute here. Did you and your mother have another argument about you helping out with Marley's defense?

Vicky: No.

Michael: Because Donna doesn't want to see you implicated, honey, and neither do I.

Vicky: Well, I won't be implicated if we just do this my way.

Michael: Honey, it's too risky. Cass doesn't even want to take a chance. He says it's not worth the risk. And I don't want people pointing their fingers at you.

Vicky: Oh, really? I don't care. I don't care what people think about me.

Michael: Well, you say that now.

Vicky: Dad, the only important thing is that Marley is cleared. Now, you tell me, does it really matter who gets hurt in the process?

Michael: Yes. Yes, it does.

Rachel: You want Sam to come back to work here?

Amanda: It was just a thought. I'm gonna call and see if I can set up some more interviews for tomorrow.

Rachel: Don't you think we'd better talk about this?

Amanda: Why? You know that Sam would be perfect for the job.

Rachel: Well, yeah, but I also know that he doesn't want a thing to do with our family at the moment.

Amanda: Maybe, maybe not. That would be up to him. Mom, we need someone of his caliber. This is strictly a professional decision.

Rachel: Oh, don't kid yourself.

Amanda: He may not take the job, but if he does, it would be great for "Sophisticate."

Rachel: Well, it would be great for you. You get to see him every day, work on projects with him.

Amanda: You think I'm trying to get him back?

Rachel: I think that's what he will think.

Amanda: Mom, I know that isn't possible.

Rachel: He'll feel the pressure just the same.

Amanda: I don't think so. It would be great to have my family back together again. But Sam has made his position very clear. I'm not going to delude myself. As far as he's concerned, it's over.

Olivia: I hope you're not following me again, aunt Liz.

Liz: What a thing to say. You've changed, Olivia. Must be the company you keep.

Olivia: Surely, you have more important things to do with your time than spy on me.

Liz: I am not spying on you. I came here to purchase a Christmas -- you are the last person I expected to see. I expected to see Caroline. Where is she?

Sam: I'm filling in for her.

Liz: Oh. Can you show me some paintings?

Sam: I'd be happy to.

Liz: Good.

Sam: Can you do me a favor and go back to Caroline's office and get me the price book in the black binder?

Liz: You're working here, too? A volunteer, I'm sure.

Olivia: Be nice, aunt Liz.

Liz: Does she shine your shoes, Sam?

Sam: Excuse me?

Liz: You are using that girl. It's a disgrace.

Sam: Liz, please.

Liz: Don't bother to deny it. I know where Olivia spends her nights. She flaunts it. I've tried to talk to her.

Sam: Liz, tell me something here. Is it me you hate, or is it the situation?

Liz: Both. Not only are you ruining another innocent girl with your loose morals --

Sam: She is hardly ruined.

Liz: But you've also got your designs on Olivia's inheritance.

Sam: What?

Liz: And I'm going to make sure that you don't put your hands on one penny of it.

Sam: Liz, I am not interested in Olivia's money.

Liz: I'm sure it was part of Amanda's charm. Do you ever pursue anyone without a trust fund?

Sam: I am not interested in anyone's trust fund.

Liz: I find that hard to believe.

Sam: Oh, do you? Well, let me tell you something for the record, Liz. I am doing fine. My paintings are selling. I have plenty of money.

Liz: Why are you working as a sales clerk?

Sam: Well, because. Because everyone needs a little extra change during holidays, that's why I'm doing it.

Liz: You are doing this to buy Christmas gifts? For whom? Allie? Olivia?

Sam: All right.

Liz: Sales better pick up, or you won't have much under your tree.

Sam: All right, fine, Liz. Why don't you just leave, come back when Caroline's here, because I can't help you. I can't do it if I tried all day.

Liz: Sam, I know you're struggling. You have a child to support and to bring up. Now, you can't afford to be involved with Olivia in any level at all. It isn't fair to her, especially if she doesn't mean that much to you.

Sam: And what is that supposed to mean?

Liz: I think it's clear why you've turned toward her.

Sam: Oh, do you?

Liz: Yes, she's another Amanda. Young, wealthy, naive. Wait, they even look something alike. Olivia's a stand-in.

Sam: That is not true.

Liz: Olivia deserves someone who is interested in her for her own sake.

Sam: Yes. Of course she does.

Liz: You believe you are that person?

Sam: Yes. And furthermore, Olivia does, too.

Liz: I don't. You remember when Amanda fell in love with you? She turned her whole life upside down just for you, and now Olivia is doing that. Sam, I don't think you want someone new. You want what you lost when your marriage ended.

Ryan: Easy, go easy, easy. Whoa. Are you all right?

Vicky: Yeah, fine. I'm always in control.

Ryan: Yeah, right. Easy. Come on, I'll take you back.

Vicky: Yeah, ok.

Ryan: Let's go. Come on.

Vicky: [Screaming] I am not made of ice. I have feelings!

Ryan: That's it, that's it. Scream it hard, until you can't scream anymore! Come on, just like this. Vicky and Ryan: [Screaming]

Ryan: Louder, louder! Come on!

Vicky: I do not have choice in love. Vicky and Ryan: [Screaming]

Vicky: Oh, God. No.

Ryan: I want to make love to you tonight, Vicky, and I know you want the same thing. You do, don't you?

Vicky: Yes.

Jamie: You still haven't told me anything about your session with Taylor Benson.

Marley: Well, it's kind of hard to talk about it. It was sort of emotional.

Jamie: I don't want to pry, and I know what you said was confidential, I just hope it helped.

Marley: It did. I'm glad I talked to her.

Jamie: Will speaking with Taylor make it possible for you to come to terms with --

Marley: The rape? You can say it, Jamie. It's all right.

Jamie: I can't believe he did this to you.

Marley: Oh, I know. Neither can I. That's partly what Taylor and I talked about. I don't know if I'll ever be able to come to terms with being raped. It's always there. It's in my dreams every night.

Jamie: It's gonna take some time. I mean, for both of us.

Marley: Thank you for understanding. Jamie, I can't help but think about how painful it must have been for you for me not to tell you how I've been feeling these past few months.

Jamie: That's history. We're together now, and we always will be. That's all that matters.

Marley: I love you.

Jamie: Say it again.

Marley: I love you.

Jamie: Good.

Marley: And if something happens, and we're not gonna be able to see each other again, I want you to know that I will always be there --

Jamie: Marley, why are you talking like this?

Marley: I just --

Rachel: Oh, there you are, Jamie.

Jamie: Hi.

Rachel: I'm glad to see you. Hi, Marley.

Marley: Hi, how are you? Hi, Amanda.

Amanda: Hi, you two.

Rachel: Well, you couldn't have called me last night to tell me that you weren't coming home?

Jamie: I couldn't. Marley and I got caught in the storm.

Marley: Yeah, we kind of had to stay overnight in an antique shop.

Amanda: Oh, really?

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Sounds romantic.

Marley: Well, we couldn't call because the lines were down.

Rachel: Oh.

Amanda: Tell you what, I'm gonna go up and check on the kids. Do you want to come with me?

Jamie: Sure.

Rachel: I'll take that.

Jamie: I won't be long.

Marley: Ok. Rachel, I was actually hoping to get a chance to talk to you privately.

Rachel: Yes, Marley. What is it, honey?

Marley: Well, Jamie and I have been getting much closer the past few months.

Rachel: Oh, he's so happy about that.

Marley: So am I. I just know that it's not coming at a great time, with the trial and --

Rachel: Oh, I'm so sorry about that.

Marley: Thank you. How do you feel about all of this?

Rachel: About what?

Marley: Jamie and me, the trial. I know our names have been linked together in the press and on TV. I just know that that's not great for you.

Rachel: There's nothing we can do about that. We're part of the press. We know you're innocent, Marley, if that's what you're worried about.

Marley: Thank you.

Rachel: None of us can imagine you shooting Jake.

Marley: That means a lot to me. But I know you're concerned about Jamie.

Rachel: Jamie is an adult. He does what he has to do, and I support that.

Marley: Right, but that doesn't mean you're not concerned about him.

Rachel: I'm concerned about the two of you and this situation. I don't want him hurt. He's been hurt a lot.

Marley: I don't want him hurt either.

Rachel: Oh, good.

Grant: Hi. You're Dean Frame.

Dean: That's right.

Grant: I'm Grant Harrison.

Dean: Oh, hey. Nice to meet you.

Grant: You, too. Did you use that number I gave you?

Dean: Oh, no. And I'm not really gonna, either.

Grant: Don't really feel like talking to your father, huh?

Dean: Hey, can I ask you something? Why do you care about this? Did my Dad put you up to this?

Grant: No, no, no. Nothing like that.

Dean: Then exactly what is it like?

Grant: Well, you see, your aunt Sharlene is a close friend of mine, and I'd heard through someone that she was staying with your father for a while, but then she left.

Dean: Yeah, so?

Grant: Well, I just wanted to know where she went. I mean, your father knows, but he wouldn't tell me.

Dean: Why?

Grant: Well, I guess maybe because I wasn't a member of the family.

Dean: I doubt that family means that much to him.

Grant: Well, I kind of feel that he just didn't want to open up to a total stranger, and, after all, you are his son.

Dean: Oh. No, thanks. Forget it, ok?

Grant: I can make it worth your while.

Dean: No. Hell will freeze over, friend, before I ever call -- before Henry Frame gets a phone call from me.

Grant: Ok.

Hello. You're Paulina Cory, aren't you? Hardly expect to see a Cory eating in a place like this. How's the burger?

Paulina: Great.

Grant: Hi, I'm Grant Harrison.

Paulina: I know who you are, but how do you know who I am?

Grant: Of course I know who you are. I mean, I know that you're a Cory, and you're a very charming addition to Bay City's first family.

Paulina: Why, thank you, congressman.

Grant: Call me Grant. And maybe our paths will cross again soon.

Paulina: Well, I certainly hope so, Grant.

Grant: All right, you take care. Bye-bye.

[Door slams shut]

Vicky: What are you doing here?

Ryan: Waiting for you.

Vicky: Why?

Ryan: I think it's time we talked. Don't you?

Sam: What's the matter?

Olivia: I heard you and aunt Liz talking earlier.

Sam: Yeah. She was really on the warpath, wasn't she?

Olivia: Yeah. Well, some of the things she said were --

Sam: Hey, ignore it. I do.

Olivia: I can't. I just wish she'd mind her own business.

Sam: Liz? Forget about it.

Olivia: Do you think I'm like Amanda?

Sam: No.

Olivia: Why not? I'm blonde, she's blonde. She was your model, now I'm your model. She lived in your loft.

Sam: Would you stop talking like this? You two are completely different.

Olivia: And that's good?

Sam: Listen to me, don't let Liz ruin what we have just started. This isn't like anything I've ever felt before.

Olivia: You mean that?

Sam: Yes. You are the only woman to really understand my work.

Sam: I don't want to talk anymore.

Olivia: Don't.

Sam: No.

Olivia: You can't do that. It's not 5:00 yet.

Sam: Well, we're closing early today. That's part of the perks of working for Caroline -- having access to her office.

Dean: Oh, well, I saw you get a little mushy when the big-shot congressman came to see you.

Paulina: I did not.

Dean: Oh, no? Then again, I guess he is more your type. A congressman would be your type, right?

Paulina: I don't know. Maybe I'm his type. You know, now that I'm a Cory.

Dean: Oh, of course. What am I thinking about? Now that you're a Cory, that changes everything, doesn't it?

Paulina: It does, Dean. I am telling you, a year ago a man like that wouldn't give me a second glance.

Dean: So what?

Paulina: So now I am on first-name basis with him. Took a while, but guess I'm playing in the big league now, and I ain't ever looking back.

Dean: Well, if that's true -- hold it. If that's true, that's too bad, because you don't know what you're missing.

Paulina: Dean, you're my friend. You're my very, very good friend --

Dean: But I'm not a congressman, right?

Paulina: No, you're not.

Dean: You know, Paulina, I know you so much better than any of those rich guys ever could.

Paulina: Well, maybe I don't want to be known. Dean, like I said, you're my friend. I need a friend right now. I don't want to ruin it.

Dean: Like I said, you don't know what you're missing. It's ok. See you later.

Vicky: You scared the hell out of me.

Ryan: Yeah, I guess I did. Looked a little preoccupied when you came in here. Any special reason?

Vicky: Other than the fact that my life is a living hell, no.

Ryan: You don't look too happy to see me, Vicky.

Vicky: I'm thrilled. What are you doing here?

Ryan: Oh, I think you can answer that.

Vicky: I can?

Ryan: Mm-hmm. After the way that we danced last night, you didn't expect me to stay away, did you?

Vicky: Oh, that.

Ryan: Yeah, that. You took slow dancing to new heights, Vicky.

Vicky: No, it's just that you're so easy to follow, I could dance with you all night.

Ryan: Is that why you asked me to leave?

Vicky: I explained that.

Ryan: Yeah, you did, but it just didn't seem right to me. See, one minute, we're in each other's arms, and the next minute, I'm out the door.

Vicky: Ryan --

Ryan: Yeah, I just couldn't figure out what I did wrong.

Vicky: You didn't do anything wrong.

Ryan: Yeah, I know. That's what made it more frustrating.

Vicky: Can we change the subject?

Ryan: Sure. How was your day?

Vicky: Fine, and yours? Still pulling people out of snow drifts?

Ryan: No. You know, I didn't even get out of the station house. Actually, my day wasn't too great.

Vicky: No?

Ryan: No. I lost my pass card. You know, the electronic key that gets me into the evidence room?

Vicky: Maybe you can get another one.

Ryan: No, probably not. See, whoever took it or maybe found it -- well, they used it to steal a very important piece of evidence.

Vicky: They did?

Ryan: Yeah, and everyone at the precinct thinks that I stole the evidence and then made a cover story.

Vicky: Why do they think that?

Ryan: Well, the computer showed that it was my key they used to get into the room.

Vicky: They can identify individual keys?

Ryan: Yeah, so I look guilty as sin.

Vicky: But if somebody else took it --

Ryan: No, see, I'm still responsible for it. Billy told me that if the evidence wasn't found or brought back, then I would lose my job, and I would be arrested. You'll never guess what piece of evidence was missing.

Vicky: What?

Ryan: The gun that was used to shoot Jake McKinnon.

Vicky: Ryan, what are you doing?

Ryan: Where is it? Where is it?

Vicky: What? Where is what?

Ryan: The gun, damn it! Where is the gun?

Vicky: Let go of me!

Ryan: How could you do this to me? How could you do this to me?

Vicky: You don't know what you're talking about.

Ryan: When are you gonna stop this, Vicky? When are you going to stop lying to me? When?

[Pager beeping]

Vicky: You gonna get that?

Ryan: Ryan Harrison. Yeah, Carlos. What? Where was it found? Does the captain know? Oh, really? Yeah, well, thanks for giving me the good news. Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am, too. Bye. They found the gun.

Vicky: Did they?

Ryan: Yeah. Apparently it wasn't in the cage at all. It was behind the desk.

Vicky: Well, I guess mistakes like that are made.

Ryan: Yeah. I guess they are. And you know what else? They found my key.

Vicky: Well, I guess that lets you off the hook.

Ryan: Yeah. It was outside the door of the evidence room.

Vicky: You must have dropped it.

Ryan: I probably did.

Vicky: Well, it's over.

Ryan: I gotta go to the Precinct. Billy owes me an apology, so does the D.A. and a lot of other people. So, I'm gonna go collect.

Thank you.

Vicky: For what?

Ryan: I want you to promise me something.

Vicky: What?

Ryan: Remind me to be very careful when I dance with you again.

Jamie: You wanted to see me?

Rachel: Oh, yes, I did, honey. Marley and I had a little talk while you were upstairs with Steven.

Jamie: About what?

Rachel: She wanted to know whether I objected to the two of you.

Jamie: I hope you told her you don't.

Rachel: Yes, of course I did. But I think I owe you an apology.

Jamie: For what?

Rachel: I don't think I've been much comfort the last couple of weeks.

Jamie: I'm not sure anyone could have helped, Mom, even you.

Rachel: Honey, you've had this whole Jake business on your shoulders. You've been worried about Marley. And I'm sure I came across as very defensive about Paulina.

Jamie: I really haven't been picking on Paulina. It just drives me crazy to know that Marley is innocent and someone guilty is walking around free.

Rachel: I know that. I know, it's terrible, but you have to understand about Paulina. All of this is so new to her. She's just afraid that it's all gonna be taken away.

Jamie: By who? None of us.

Rachel: I felt the same way when Mack and I were married. It's difficult getting used to all that happiness. You keep thinking that the whole bottom is going to fall out any minute.

Jamie: I guess that's why you've been so sympathetic toward her.

Rachel: But I don't want you to think that I've taken her side against you. This is our family. We're all on the same side.

Jamie: Thanks. I needed to hear that. Because the cops sure don't like my attitude, and neither does the D.A.

Rachel: I don't think that surprises me.

Jamie: Look, whoever shot Jake is still out there, and I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure they don't pin this on Marley.

Rachel: Well, you have my support.

Jamie: Good. There's something I want to tell you.

Rachel: What?

Jamie: Last night, Marley finally told me she loves me.

Rachel: Oh, honey.

Marley: Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Gladstone.

Mr. Gladstone: It's perfectly all right.

Marley: Thank you.

Mr. Gladstone: How can I be of assistance?

Marley: I need to convert some of my assets into cash as soon as possible. I would like you to sell a quarter of my blue chip portfolio and transfer the cash into my checking account. Is that possible?

Mr. Gladstone: I assume this is to cover the legal fees connected to your trial.

Marley: It won't be a problem, will it?

Mr. Gladstone: I can have the money for you by the end of the week, Mrs. McKinnon.

Marley: That would be fine. Thank you.

Mr. Gladstone: Excuse me, ma'am.

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