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Another World Transcript Friday 11/10/06

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Paulina: Dean?

Dean: Hey, how'd you find me?

Paulina: I was just at Sassy's. They told me you were on a break. Give me that.

Dean: Hey, hey, hey!

Paulina: You're too smart to smoke. Too cute, too.

Dean: Thank you. Cute?

Paulina: You have your moments.

Dean: Yeah? So you are in love with me after all, huh?

Paulina: Passionately.

Dean: It was bound to happen, bound to happen. Women just can't seem to stay away from me forever, you know what I mean?

Paulina: It's impossible.

Dean: Absolutely. So what do you want?

Paulina: Nothing.

Dean: Paulina.

Paulina: I don't want anything.

Dean: Uh-huh.

Paulina: All right, all right. Come to think of it, there is some information I'd like to get from you.

Dean: Oh, I knew it. I knew it.

Paulina: Just one little question, that's all.

Dean: Forget it, absolutely --

Paulina: Dean.

Dean: Ok, what's the question?

Paulina: What does an important politician like Grant Harrison want with a guy who sweeps floors at Sassy's?

Michael: Mm-hmm. Look, uh, I want you to have the plane ready for take-off when we get there. We'll be there in about an hour. Good. Bye.

Donna: Provo? Is that in Utah?

Michael: Last time I looked, yeah.

Donna: Well, I thought this Patrick Sullivan person lived in San Francisco.

Michael: Well, he set up that phony meeting with Marley in San Francisco, but he operates out of Provo.

Donna: What do you hope to get out of Sullivan?

Michael: A statement, for one thing. I'm going to bring Cass with me. Cass is going to ask all the questions.

Donna: But if he only met with Marley once and it was a thousand miles from here, how can he help her case?

Michael: Honey, Jake and Sullivan were buddies. He knew about Jake's affair with Paulina.

Donna: Mm.

Michael: I'm hoping that he knew all about Jake's private life.

Donna: Private life?

Michael: Well, women, mostly.

Donna: Women?

Michael: Yeah. See, if Jake slept with Paulina, he could have had affairs with other women, and one of them could be the lead we're looking for. I mean, maybe Jake confided in his buddy Sullivan.

Donna: Yeah, of course.

Michael: So, Cass thinks it's a long shot. I think it's very important --

Donna: I have to go with you.

Michael: What? No -- why?

Donna: Maybe I can help.

Michael: Honey, we're just going to go and talk to this guy, all right? That's all, but thank you very much --

[Doorbell rings]

Michael: That must be Cass.

Donna: Oh.

Stacey: Hi.

Michael: Stacey. Come on in.

Stacey: Thanks. Hello, Donna.

Donna: What do you want?

Stacey: Cass asked me to come by. Apparently he can't make the trip.

Michael: What? Why didn't he call? This means the trip is off.

Stacey: Not necessarily. I could go if you'd like.

Donna: No, absolutely not.

Frankie: Open door at the scene of the crime. That's pretty interesting. [Screams]

Michael: So, Stacey, we'll be taking my corporate jet, and I'd appreciate it if you'd meet there in about an hour, all right? It's hangar 14.

Stacey: Ok, hangar 14.

Michael: Hangar 14, the north side of the terminal.

Stacey: Great, I'll be there.

Michael: Good. I'll see you to the door. Good night. Thank you, Stacey.

Stacey: Yeah, you're welcome.

Donna: How can you thank her?

Michael: Donna, she's a good lawyer. She's going to help us. I need her to ask the questions, and I don't want to hear another word about it.

Donna: Fine, fine. I'll get my things packed.

Michael: Wait a minute -- no.

Donna: What?

Michael: Honey, who's going to stay here with Marley? You've seen the shape she's in. I mean, one of us has to be here for her.

Donna: Oh, wonderful. So I have to send my husband off to Utah with the woman who took our son away.

Michael: Honey, she works for us now. She's on our side.

Donna: I hope so.

Michael: I won't be gone long.

Donna: I'll miss you.

Michael: Well, I'll miss you, too.

Donna: Yeah, well, you remember that when Stacey Winthrop is regaling you with endless tales of her courtroom --

[Doorbell rings]

Oh, if that is her again --

Michael: If that's her, be cool.

Donna: I most certainly will not be cool.

John: Why won't you be cool, Donna?

Donna: What are you looking so happy about? Is it Sharlene? Have you had word?

Grant: So this is Sharlene going into Henry Frame's house, huh?

Brad: Right.

Grant: Then you lost her.

Brad: I did leave one of my men down there just in case. He says Henry Frame started acting kind of differently since Mrs. Hudson was there.

Grant: Different how?

Brad: The guy had a weird schedule, but it was a schedule. Now he comes and goes at odd hours.

Grant: Maybe he had a different job or something.

Brad: Yeah, right, or maybe he knows where Mrs. Hudson's been hiding out. Maybe he's helping her.

Grant: Well, whatever the case, just stay on him, all right?

Brad: Right.

Grant: Ah, Dr. Benson. Dining solo tonight, are we? Where's your friend John?

Taylor: I've had enough, Grant.

Grant: Oh, my, my.

Taylor: If you ever want to speak with Sharlene again, you'll stop threatening me. Do you understand?

Grant: Well, I wasn't aware that I was making any threats, Dr. Benson.

Taylor: You know exactly what you're doing.

Grant: It seems odd for me that a woman of your profession would demonstrate such paranoia. Is that the right term?

Taylor: There's a term for you, congressman -- obsessive. Your obsession with John's wife may be just the thing to finally bring you down.

Brad: Unless I missed my guess, I'd say you're getting to her.

Grant: Yeah, I want to keep the pressure up on her. What else have you got on her?

Brad: Well, we're checking out just exactly what she did with the money that she inherited from that patient of hers.

Grant: Good, because I've got another little surprise for that lady.

Brad: What's that?

Grant: Leave it to me.

Brad: You want me to move in on Henry Frame?

Grant: No, I'll handle that. I'll keep working on Henry's son.

Brad: Well, I can handle that.

Grant: No, no, no. You don't have to. If I can't make an 18-year-old want to call home to Daddy, then I think I've lost my touch.

Dean: All right. I'll tell you everything, all right, everything you want to know.

Paulina: If?

Dean: If? If, my dear, you make love to me right now on this dock, right this minute.

Paulina: What?

Dean: I said if you go to dinner with me, that's what I said.

Paulina: That's what I thought you said.

Dean: Right, so when you want to go? Where do you want to eat?

Paulina: No, no, no, you have to tell me first, you see.

Dean: Come on, that's not fair. Help me out.

Paulina: I'm sorry, no dinner.

Dean: You are a -- you are a piece of work, you know that? I should tell you where to get off, I should.

Paulina: Somehow, I just don't see you doing that.

Dean: All right, he's trying to hook me up with my father. That's what he's --

Paulina: I know. You already told me that, but why?

Dean: He's trying to find my aunt Sharlene.

Paulina: That's right. I read something in the paper about that. He has a thing for her, doesn't he?

Dean: Right. It's his problem, though, not mine.

Paulina: So are you gonna help him?

Dean: Hell, no -- no way. I told him to get lost. I told him -- pbbbt. Kind of like you told me a while ago, remember?

Paulina: Oh, Dean, I'm sorry.

Dean: That's all right. Forget the guilt trip. It's ok. Just come to the Café Bamboo Palace with me.

Paulina: The what?

Dean: It's the best Chinese food in Bay City. You'll love it -- best service, dirt cheap. It's great. You want to go?

Paulina: Sure.

Dean: You want to go now?

Paulina: Sure --

Dean: Come on.

Paulina: If you call your father first.

Dean: Why is that so important to you?

Paulina: It's not so important.

Dean: What is this Grant Harrison guy to you?

Paulina: He's a very important politician who wants something from you.

Dean: So what?

Paulina: So if I help him, then --

Dean: What, he'll get the police off your back? Is that it?

Paulina: No, no, it's nothing like that.

Dean: Well, then what, Paulina? What is it?

Paulina: I wouldn't mind checking out the circles that Grant Harrison moves in socially. What?

Dean: It's -- you know how stupid that sounds?

Paulina: It's not stupid.

Dean: It is. "I'm Paulina Cory. I want to act like a snob and a phony." Paulina, Paulina, you should just act like yourself --

Paulina: Why can't you just make one tiny little phone call? Come on, I dare you. And do it now. I'm getting very hungry.

Dean: She's getting very hungry. Ok. Well, you know, come on.

Morgan: What is your wife doing here, and why was she screaming?

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: I asked her to meet us.

Morgan: Why?

Frankie: You scared me to death.

Cass: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Morgan: What am I meeting with either one of you for?

Cass: Didn't you hear, Morgan?

Morgan: I can't hear anything. She blew out my eardrums.

Cass: Judge Woods postponed the trial.

Morgan: Cass --

Cass: Indefinitely.

Frankie: Is that for real?

Cass: I talked to him a couple of hours ago. The missing gun did it. The judge just hates it when the prosecution loses a major piece of evidence like that.

Morgan: Obviously, you haven't heard. Jake McKinnon's gun never left the evidence room. It was misplaced, that's all.

Cass: You've got to be kidding me.

Morgan: Judge Woods doesn't think I was kidding. He called my office not more than 30 minutes ago. Marley McKinnon goes on trial on Tuesday, right on schedule.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: I'll be ready.

Morgan: The ballistics test on the bullet are in.

Cass: Thank you, I know that.

Morgan: A slug they took out of Jake's body undoubtedly was fired from the weapon we have in custody.

Cass: That's not much of a surprise.

Morgan: I don't know, Cass. Looks to me like your client should have copped a plea when she was offered one. Nice cultured girl like that serving the maximum for attempted murder? Ooh.

Cass: Over my dead body.

Morgan: May I hold you to that?

Cass: The gun was out of police custody, Morgan.

Morgan: It never left the room, Cass.

Cass: We both know better than that.

Morgan: Judge Woods has ruled that we go to trial. It's all academic.

Cass: I'm not going to let you admit the gun.

Morgan: Tell it to the Judge, all right?

Cass: You couldn't lift a single print off that gun.

Morgan: It's been a long week --

Cass: And I know about 20 people who'd be dancing in the streets if Jake never woke up.

Morgan: They weren't married to him. They weren't trying to break it off with him. They didn't struggle with him in this room on the night he was shot. Marley McKinnon was the only one who did all that.

Cass: Morgan, Morgan, Morgan, you never learn, do you?

Morgan: What are you talking about?

Cass: You went through law school on financial aid, and you've got it in for anybody who ever had it easy.

Morgan: That is so ridiculous.

Cass: You can't prove that Marley shot that gun.

Morgan: Well, we'll just see about that, won't we? I'll see you Tuesday.

Cass: Why did we have to draw her? She wants it to be Marley.

Frankie: Just like she wanted it to be Felicia.

Cass: And with her, it's personal.

Frankie: I may have come up with something that could help.

Cass: What?

Frankie: When I got here, the door was open.

Cass: The front door?

Frankie: Unlocked. I walked right in.

Cass: Which means --

Frankie: Someone has access to this room and is using it.

Cass: Who besides Jake had a key to the loft? Marley said she didn't.

Frankie: Jake has a partner -- a former partner, right?

Cass: Donna.

Donna: But why didn't someone demand that Sharlene wait on the line until someone could find you?

John: Donna, it's really not their job. At least I know she's trying to reach me.

Michael: That's really good news.

John: I just wish I knew how she and the baby were.

Donna: Sharlene wants that baby with all her heart. Now, she'll make sure that she has the best of care, wherever she is.

John: Know that, Donna, but would like to be a part of all that.

Michael: I have a feeling you will be.

John: At least she's not trying to reach Grant Harrison. I talked to him earlier.

Donna: Well, you and Sharlene were meant to be, that's all. Now, can I get you a drink?

John: No, thank you. I'm on my way to the clinic.

Michael: Jamie's clinic?

John: Yeah, they're a little short staffed. I'll have a cup of coffee, though, if you don't mind.

Donna: Oh, Angela's off tonight.

Oh, well, I could make instant.

John: Uh, fine. Instant would be --

Donna: Good. Michael?

Michael: No, no, thank you.

Donna: No? All right.

Michael: You're in for a treat.

John: So, what's going on?

Michael: What do you mean?

John: With Marley. Has Cass said anything?

Michael: Cass. All Cass has said is he wishes that Marley had never gone to Jake's apartment that night, that's all.

John: You know, I've tried and I really can't imagine Marley walking into a room, looking at Jake face to face, and shooting him.

Michael: Is that supposedly how it happened?

John: I don't know. I mean, I just assumed -- the bullet entered about here and then went backwards and upwards and lodged near the spine.

Michael: Marley could never, ever have done that. I mean, Marley loves Jake. She's always loved Jake. She couldn't do that to him. Tonight I'm going to go see someone who can help me prove that very thing.

John: Somebody local?

Michael: No, Provo, Utah.

John: Why aren't the police doing that? I mean, Jake is a man who had a lot of enemies.

Michael: You know why?

John: Why aren't they investigating somebody else?

Michael: I'll tell you why. Because according to the police, the case is closed.

John: Mike, Marley's going to be ok.

Michael: You know, when you have a child, John, I got to tell you, when they hurt, you hurt. And right now, my daughter's hurting, and I can't do anything about it. I feel what she feels. She's a part of me.

John: I hope that someday I can know that feeling. I sincerely hope that someday I have the chance.

Cass: Donna must have had a key, and we know she had a beef with Jake.

Frankie: She didn't want him to marry her daughter.

Cass: She told us that the night he was shot. She was frantic.

Frankie: So now all we have to do is --

Cass: It couldn't be Donna. She can't be letting her own daughter take the rap for her.

Frankie: This loft could have the answers, Cass.

Cass: What are you talking about, Frankie?

Frankie: I'm getting vibes -- strong ones. If we look around, maybe we can find a missing clue or visualize a scene that would prove Marley didn't do it.

Cass: Honey, you may be into Zen and the art of investigation, but these walls aren't saying a word to me.

Frankie: These walls saw everything that happened that night, Cass. They know who did what. They could actually tell us who shot Jake and why.

Cass: Fine, I'll have them take the stand.

Frankie: Go ahead and laugh, but all we have to do is center ourselves and make ourselves open to the aura of the room.

Cass: Well, why don't you have a crack at the aura, and I'll just try to figure out what else Marley is hiding from us.

Frankie: Like maybe Donna did it?

Cass: Man, I hope that's not it. If she's covering up something like that, Morgan will smell it like that.

Frankie: Can you put her on the stand?

Cass: I have to if the rape is introduced as evidence.

Frankie: The attempted rape.

Cass: What? Yeah, right.

Frankie: Cass?

Cass: Walls, here I come.

Frankie: You meant what you just said, didn't you?

Cass: Why don't you start on --

Frankie: Cass, was Marley raped?

Cass: Forget I said it, Frankie.

Frankie: Jake actually did that? He raped her?

Cass: Frankie, absolutely confidential --

Frankie: And Marley is denying that she shot him? I would have blown his --

Cass: You can't say anything!

Frankie: I won't, I won't. But for Pete's sake, Cass, no jury in the world would find her guilty. They'd let her go with a commendation.

Cass: Unfortunately that's not always true. There's a very fine line with rape.

Frankie: Oh, what fine line?

Cass: Well, for one thing, there's no medical report that confirms that the rape actually occurred.

Frankie: There is Marley's word under oath.

Cass: But then there's the question of intent.

Frankie: Whose intent, Jake's?

Cass: I have to prove that Jake forced himself on Marley against her will, and I also have to prove that he was alive and well when she finally managed to get away from him.

Frankie: No, somebody else was in this room. Somebody else wanted him dead and shot him. I can feel it. If Donna somehow knew that Marley had been raped --

Cass: Yeah, what are you saying?

Frankie: The police could have the wrong woman.

Dean: All right, ok. I got -- no change. Forget it, we'll do it another time --

Paulina: Here.

Dean: Oh. Hmm. Ah, this is a lousy idea.

Paulina: Dean.

Dean: What? I got nothing to say to the guy.

Paulina: You don't have to say -say - all you're doing is calling to clear the air, ok?

Dean: Yeah, well, what if I don't want to really clear the air? I don't even really --

Paulina: Do you want to have dinner with me?

Dean: [Sighs] The things I do for love. I can't do this. I can't.

Paulina: Dean,

Dean: I can't. Why should I?

Paulina: Because -- I told you already.

Dean: Yeah, like you really want me to clear the air. You want to -- you just want to get a little information to feed to Harrison.

Paulina: All right, look, forget it. I thought it would be good for both of us, but if you're going to be a pain in the --

Dean: Come on, Paulina, come on.

Paulina: Look, I mean it, Dean. I would give everything I have to be able to talk to my father, but I can't because he's dead. What's your excuse?

Dean: My father might as well be dead, all right?

Paulina: What are you afraid of? Even if the guy blows you off, so what? You either let it go or you keep trying. At least you have the choice. At least you're not stuck like I am with this empty place in your heart. What happened?

Dean: That was him.

Paulina: I'm going. You still owe for the jukebox, don't break the phone.

Michael: Hi, Stacey. I really appreciate you coming by in person and flying out with me. I have a feeling this Sullivan character may really know something.

Stacey: Well, if he does, we'll find out.

Michael: Marley seems to think that Jake may have confided in him.

Stacey: I know.

Michael: And if Jake did confide in him, maybe he knows what kind of trouble Jake was in.

[Engine revving]

Stacey: What was that?

Michael: What?

Stacey: That sound?

Michael: That was the engine starting up.

Stacey: Oh, yeah. That's what I thought it was, but I wasn't sure.

Michael: Anyway, Jake, it seems, had a lot of secrets. He had a really dark side to him. He had more secrets this last year, as a matter of fact, than anyone knew about.

Stacey: What makes you say that?

Michael: Well, let's just say I couldn't help but notice. You don't think this is a wild goose chase, do you?

Stacey: I think when it comes to your family, you do everything you can. You stop at nothing until you find out.

[Engine revving]

Stacey: Ok, what was that?

Michael: Stacey, that was the other engine starting up.

Stacey: So we're going to be in the air soon?

Michael: Yeah. Are you all right? Is something wrong?

Stacey: How high are we going to be flying is what I want to know.

Michael: Are you afraid of flight?

Stacey: It's just that I never exactly grasped the concept of flight. An airplane is made of steel. Air is made of air, you know, and --

Michael: Right. I can assure you that this plane has an excellent safety record.

Stacey: Mm-hmm. But on that off shot, you know this is kind of farfetched, but on that off shot that something were to happen --

Michael: We have a great pilot. I flew with him in Vietnam. He's Pete. He's terrific.

Stacey: [Sighs] One engine -- I see one engine out there.

Michael: Well, honey, there's another one on this side over here.

Stacey: Two? That's all there are, two engines?

Michael: Two is really all we need.

Stacey: What if something were to happen to one of the engines? I mean, I know that --

Michael: Well, it won't.

Stacey: But what if it were to happen?

Michael: Well, we'd fly on the other engine.

Stacey: Well, all the way to Provo?

Michael: We could fly all the way to California, but I think we'd probably just land and have it repaired.

Stacey: What are the chances of both engines going out at the same time?

Michael: Practically nil.

Stacey: Practically?

Michael: Would you like a drink?

Stacey: Yeah. No, no, no, not yet. No, thanks. I'll wait.

[Engines get louder]

Michael: Um, ok, we're about to take off now. Get ready.

Stacey: You know what's really funny, Michael? It's that I have had to face down criminals. I've been in a shootout. I've almost lost my life twice, I didn't blink. I never even thought twice about any of that stuff, and flying -- flying really makes me crazy. Isn't that funny? Oh, it's not funny at all.

Michael: Stacey, let me just hold your hand for the rough part, ok? It's going to be ok.

Stacey: Mm.

Frankie: Even if Donna didn't know about the rape, Jake's marrying Marley is still her strongest motive.

Cass: She said the night of the shooting that she'd do anything to keep them apart.

Frankie: But why? Was it just motherly concern or something more?

Cass: Like what?

Frankie: You be Jake. I'll be Donna. You have just raped my daughter. I am homicidal.

Cass: How do you know?

Frankie: About what?

Cass: About the rape? Who told you?

Frankie: Marley.

Cass: Possibly, all right. I mean, there's all that time she won't account for between when she said she left Jake and when he was actually shot.

Frankie: Maybe Donna followed Marley.

Cass: Wouldn't she try to rescue her daughter?

Frankie: She was too late. Marley was running out. All she wanted to do was get away. She never saw her mother, but Donna saw her, and she knew. So by the time she got here, she was crazed.

Cass' voice: I'm busy, Donna. Get out.

Frankie's voice: I'm here for the last time, Jake.

Cass' voice: Best news I've heard in years.

Frankie's voice: I pulled out of this business hoping it would ruin you.

Cass' voice: I know what you did.

Frankie's voice: I thought you had some pride. I thought if you were poor, you'd stay away from Marley.

Cass's voice: Who's poor? Not after I marry Marley.

Frankie's voice: Stay away from my daughter. If you don't, I'll --

Cass' voice: You'll what? You don't scare me.

Frankie's voice: What went on here?

Cass's voice: That's between me and Marley.

Frankie's voice: I'll kill you before I let you touch Marley.

Cass' voice: Too late, Donna. You're way too late.

Frankie's voice: Jake?

Cass's voice: Hey, you wouldn't.

Frankie's voice: For my daughter, I'd do anything.

[Gunshot]

Jean: Taylor.

Taylor: Dr. Carlisle -- Jean.

Jean: You're a tough one to track down.

Taylor: I'm doing research, my project.

Jean: On sexual behavior.

Taylor: Yes.

Jean: You still want to go ahead with that project?

Taylor: Why wouldn't I?

Jean: Your secretary told me I could find you here.

Taylor: Tell me something, how is it that the head of Psychiatry can find the time to go looking for one of her staff?

Jean: Well, if it's important, she makes time.

Taylor: This is important?

Jean: I told you your request for the grant was still pending.

Taylor: Are you saying that it's been turned down?

Jean: I'm sorry, Taylor.

Taylor: I don't understand. You said that this grant was going to be approved.

Jean: This was the only way to stop you from overdoing it.

Taylor: What on earth does that mean?

Jean: You haven't had a vacation in over two years.

Taylor: That is my prerogative.

Jean: I don't want you becoming too involved with your work, Taylor. That's all. You -- it happened once before with dire consequences.

Taylor: Oh, no.

Jean: And I -- I just don't want to see it happen again.

Taylor: Look, Dr. Carlisle, please, don't do this to me, not now. These findings -- this has become the most important work of my career.

Jean: We'll talk about it further. I have to get back.

Taylor: John.

John: You ok?

Taylor: No, no, I am not ok at all. You're not going to believe what just happened.

John: I heard.

Taylor: I have been working on this project for months. Those funds, they were set.

John: Taylor, what happened?

Taylor: I think I know. This whole thing was federally funded.

John: Grant Harrison?

Taylor: Who else? Who else could cut the money off?

John: I'm sorry, Taylor. I'm really sorry.

Taylor: He's determined to get what he wants, and he doesn't give a -- he doesn't care about anyone else.

John: Well, he's not going to get away with it, not this time.

Taylor: John, I don't want to fight anymore. I am so sick of fighting.

John: That's because you've been trying to do it alone. You're not alone now. You've got me.

Paulina: Congressman Harrison.

Grant: Paulina.

Paulina: Oh, this is a coincidence, running into each other twice in one day.

Grant: A welcome coincidence. Are you meeting someone, or are you alone?

Paulina: No, I'm all alone.

Grant: Please, have a seat.

Paulina: Thank you. Well, this works out perfectly. I've been meaning to talk to you, anyway.

Grant: Really?

Paulina: Yes. I have always been fascinated with people in politics.

Grant: Have you?

Paulina: Oh, yeah. I've read everything I can get my hands on. I mean, I have a million questions.

Grant: Well, why don't we just start with one?

Paulina: All right, how does it feel to have all that power?

Grant: Let me see if I can put this concisely.

Paulina: It's a turn on, isn't it?

Grant: Well, I think that would probably describe it fairly accurately.

Paulina: I would love to feel that kind of power someday.

Grant: Well, you just have to be able to read people -- look at them, know what they want, and then be able to let them know that you're the only one that can give it to them.

Paulina: Could you use a volunteer in your office?

Grant: Are you talking about yourself?

Paulina: Yes. I think it would be a great opportunity to become more politically aware, you know?

Grant: Well, I think you could certainly become aware in my office, no doubt about that.

Paulina: I'm excited just thinking about it.

Grant: When did you want to start?

Paulina: Right away, as soon as possible, if that's ok.

Franco: Excuse me, are you looking for someone?

Dean: Yes -- yes, I am. Oh, and I just found her. Thank you.

Franco: Are you planning on dining here this evening?

Dean: Well, I haven't made up my mind as yet. Maybe I'd like to take a look at what you have first.

Franco: What -- what we have?

Dean: Well, do you have a menu or something I could look at?

Franco: Yes, of course.

Dean: Thanks. Oh, great. Hmm. It looks pretty cool. Yeah, ok. Um, yeah, get a table for two ready, ok, and I'll go get my girl. Thanks.

Franco: Could I take your hat?

Dean: Oh, no. I'll keep it, keep my lid. It's a little drafty in here, thanks. Hey, hi. Sorry I'm late. The traffic out there, it's murder. It's rush hour I think.

Paulina: Dean.

Grant: How you doing, Dean?

Dean: Congressman, how's it going? I think they have our table all set up there, so you ready, honey?

Paulina: What?

Dean: Our date. You didn't forget our date, did you?

Paulina: Date?

Dean: Yeah, that's right. Tonight's her lucky night. Come on.

Cass: No, this doesn't feel right.

Frankie: What?

Cass: Donna wouldn't try to kill Jake for something that he did to Marley.

Frankie: Even if she knew he raped her?

Cass: That's a big if. And I still think she would have tried to get even with him some other way.

Frankie: Donna has no alibi for that night.

Cass: Donna doesn't need an alibi. Marley's the one who needs one.

Frankie: I still think Donna could have done it.

Cass: Nobody saw her coming in or going out.

Frankie: Well, how do we know? I mean, all both witnesses saw was a blonde in a coat. Jake knew dozens of blondes.

Cass: But Donna's a brunette. There's no mistaking that.

Frankie: She has a terrific motive and no alibi.

Cass: Nice try, Mary Frances --

Frankie: I am not giving up on this, Cass. I am going to pay Mrs. Hudson a visit right now, try to check up on a few facts.

Cass: She'll know if you're after something. She's not stupid.

Frankie: I'll be so subtle she won't even know I'm there.

Cass: Yeah, you?

Frankie: Me.

Cass: Listen, I'm going to poke around here a little while longer, and then I'm going back to the office.

Frankie: Ok, I'll see you there.

Cass: Ok.

Paulina: I'm sorry, congressman. I forgot I was meeting Dean tonight.

Grant: No problem. Hey, listen, maybe some other time, huh?

Dean: She's a pretty popular girl, huh? Honey?

Grant: Oh, Dean, have you, um, have you gone to meet your father yet?

Dean: Oh, yeah, my Dad, right. Um, well, I did call him. I did that, and it was a bad connection, though, like a lot of static and stuff, but maybe again. I'll try it again. Next time.

Grant: Sure.

Dean: Madam, go ahead. Let me get that for you.

Paulina: Why did you do that?

Dean: Just saving you from yourself. Now, would you just sit down? Great. Ok.

Paulina: You ruined everything.

Dean: Order whatever you want. Sky is the limit, I'm paying.

Paulina: You can't afford this place.

Dean: Sure I can. Of course I can. Here's your menu. Whoa, especially if, you know, we split things. This is going to be fine.

Paulina: This is just what I needed.

Dean: You know, we could ask them to bring an extra plate, see, because places like this, they always serve too much food anyway. And we could start off with a little dinner salad and then maybe, um -- well, maybe just the dinner salad because then we might be full or something. Well, they serve a lot of bread in places like this, so you might not even feel like eating your entree, you know?

Paulina: I don't believe you did this.

Dean: I think it's a good thing that I did, because I could hear you sucking up to him all the way out in the parking lot.

Paulina: I do not suck up to anybody.

Dean: Harrison would have had you figured out in two seconds, ok? Now, just sit back and relax. Try to remember what it was like before you got rich. Oh, waiter? Garcon? That's French.

Waiter: Are you ready to order?

Dean: Uh, yes, we are, aren't we?

Waiter: Uh, perhaps you'd like to start off with a cocktail?

Dean: Uh, no, no cocktails. Water is good, straight up and cold.

Waiter: Cold?

Dean: Very cold.

Waiter: And for dinner?

Dean: We're going to split a dinner salad.

Waiter: For your main course?

Dean: Just the dinner salad for now is good, and -- see, we're kind of watching our weight.

Waiter: Hmm.

Michael: Thank you.

Michael: Stacey, you're gonna have to let go of the seat to hold your coffee.

Stacey: I know. I can't, though. I can't get my fingers off of the armrest here. Look at this, my knuckles are all white.

Michael: I tell you, it's going to be smooth sailing from here on out. I promise you that.

Stacey: Ah -- there. Oh, yeah. Oh, Michael, you know what? I almost forgot.

Michael: What?

Stacey: Cass gave me a profile on this guy Patrick. He's kind of an interesting guy. He's forged and passed more than a couple of bad checks in the --

Michael: Stacey --

Stacey: Maybe that's part of Jake's money problem.

Michael: Stacey --

Stacey: The whole thing could be tied in together --

Michael: Stacey, Stacey!

Stacey: Yeah, what?

Michael: Let go of the file.

Stacey: Oh, yeah. My hands just get tight and shaky.

Michael: Thanks. What is it gonna take to convince you that this flight is perfectly safe?

Stacey: It's not safe. Nothing is safe. Not many things in life are safe, and this is one of them.

Michael: Are you serious?

Stacey: Totally serious. I mean, I don't know about you, but in my life every time I've taken a risk, I've always gotten hurt. And I don't consider that exactly safe, especially in my personal life, so I try to be as safe as possible. I am a safety girl, huh, safety girl.

Michael: Well, I got to tell you, I'm the exact opposite. If there's no risk involved, I'm not interested.

Stacey: What, are you kidding me?

Michael: No, I am dead serious. I like the excitement, you know? I like to feel my heart pounding against my chest. I like the rush of adrenaline.

Stacey: You like that feeling?

Michael: Oh --

Stacey: That's anxiety.

Michael: I thrive on it.

Stacey: Not me. Well, that's probably why you are where you are and I'm defending criminals.

Michael: Well, that sounds pretty risky.

Stacey: No, no, not risky at all. It's just what I know. And of course you venture out into the unknown and you make it pay off.

Michael: Well, I'll tell you, I'd trade every single bit of it -- every bit of power, every bit of wealth -- for Marley's freedom right now, all of it.

[Bell dings]

Stacey: What was that?

Michael: What was what?

Stacey: That warning bell that just went off, what was that? Are we going to have to leave?

Michael: The oven, oven.

Stacey: The what?

Michael: Our dinner, that was our dinner. I thought maybe we'd have a bite to eat and then spend the rest of the flight figuring out what questions we were going to ask Patrick.

Stacey: Right, yeah, you want me to eat.

Michael: Well, if you don't eat now, you can eat at the hotel when we get there.

Stacey: The hotel?

Michael: Yeah, I got you a suite at the hotel where I'm staying.

Stacey: But I thought we were going to talk to Patrick as soon as we landed?

Michael: Well, we are.

Stacey: Yeah, so why the hotel?

Michael: Well, it's a long flight -- it's 3 hours.

Stacey: Oh, no, I got to get back to Bay City. I have a lot of work to do there.

Michael: But you'll be exhausted.

Stacey: Can't be helped. I have those -- those criminals that I have to defend. And well, I've already spent enough time on this case, so --

Michael: Oh, well, I understand. And I thank you for it, and I'll make sure that you get back safely.

Donna: Something I've overlooked?

Frankie: Some detail about that night, anything that could help us nail down where Marley was. Did she call you?

Donna: I don't think so. I was out for several hours.

Frankie: Right, after you left our house, where did you go?

Donna: Why does it matter?

Frankie: Were you looking for Marley?

Donna: No. I didn't know anything was wrong.

Frankie: Of course, of course.

Donna: I was shopping.

Frankie: Now, that's a little bit funny, don't you think?

Donna: How so?

Frankie: The stores close at 9:00, and Michael said you were home at 10:30. Maybe you had a hard time finding a place to park.

Donna: What are you getting at, Frankie?

Frankie: I was hoping that maybe your memory was just a little bit off, that maybe you could remember something that would prove Marley couldn't have done it.

Donna: Don't you think that I have gone over and over everything? I'd give anything -- I would say anything to get Marley off.

[Telephone ringing]

Donna: That must be Michael calling from the plane. I'll take it up in my bedroom.

Frankie: Of course. I'll just get my coat and let myself out.

Donna: Good night.

Frankie: Good night.

Rockaway's costumes, huh?

Taylor: Work is all I have.

John: Well, it shouldn't be.

Taylor: You taking Carlisle's side?

John: No, no, not at all. I just think that you need to relax, have some fun.

Taylor: Oh, John, don't tell me what I need.

John: Taylor, I'm on your side.

Taylor: I know, I'm sorry. It's just that since my last experience, I have buried myself in my work thinking that if I did that, nothing could give rise to any of these kind of rumors starting again.

John: And by hiding yourself away, you're missing out on life.

Taylor: Maybe.

John: No maybe about it. What do you say that we forget all of our troubles and go and find a Christmas tree?

Taylor: Right now?

John: What's the matter, is it too late?

Taylor: Too late? I don't know. Sure, sure. You say the prescription for me is more fun? Well, there's no one else I'd rather be having it with.

John: Let's go.

Taylor: Ok.

Dean: Excuse me, waiter? Could we get some more bread? Thanks. With the little black things on top of them, that's great. How is your water?

Paulina: Wonderful. Dining with you is a true culinary experience.

Dean: I knew you'd see the light.

Paulina: Is this the part where we have to do the dishes because we can't pay the bill?

Dean: Oh, you are a fun date.

Grant: Well, good night, you two.

Paulina: Good night, congressman.

Grant: Enjoy your dinner, huh?

Dean: It's been pretty good so far, right, Paulina?

Grant: Paulina, listen, give me a call when you want to tour headquarters, ok? We can always use gifted volunteers.

Paulina: You'll be hearing from me.

Grant: You, too, Dean, I hope.

Dean: Mm, you never know, congressman.

Grant: Bye-bye.

Dean: Good night.

Paulina: Why were you so rude to him?

Dean: Why are you so disgustingly nice to him?

Paulina: I happen to have respect for the man.

Dean: You happen to have the hots for the man.

Paulina: I do not.

Dean: Well, what would you call it?

Paulina: I find him interesting.

Dean: Oh, yeah? Thank you. Could we get a little more butter, too? Thanks. Great. Think it's because he's a rich politician?

Paulina: I think that's a pretty damn good reason, yes.

Dean: Yeah? I think it's a lousy reason. It's not going to work that way, Paulina. It's not going to work.

Paulina: How do you know?

Dean: Because people like them might date people like us, but people like them blow off people like us and marry people like them, which leaves people like us wondering what the hell hit them.

Paulina: I beg your pardon?

Dean: If you have a brain in your head, forget him.

Frankie: I couldn't believe it myself, Cass, but there it was right in her closet.

Cass: A blonde wig?

Frankie: And there was a receipt in the box. Donna had that wig in her possession on the night Jake was shot.

Cass: It still doesn't mean she did it.

Frankie: Come on, Cass. Chris White and that other witness saw a blonde. Why not Donna? This wig makes it a possibility.

Cass: No mother would ever let her daughter go to prison in her place, would she?

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