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Another World Transcript Monday 11/13/06

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Morgan: You shot Jake McKinnon, didn't you?

Marley: No, I didn't.

Morgan: Let me remind you, you're under oath. You swore to tell the truth, the whole truth.

Marley: I didn't shoot anyone.

Morgan: Then who did?

Cass: Objection.

Jake: Answer the question.

Morgan: Tell us all what really happened.

Marley: I don't know.

Jake: Answer the question!

Morgan: People go to prison for lying under oath, Marley.

Marley: I'm not lying.

Morgan: He attacked you. You wanted him dead.

Marley: Stop it.

Morgan: You saw the gun. You picked it up.

Marley: No, I didn't.

Morgan: And you fired it!

Marley: No!

Jake: You left Jake McKinnon with his life dripping out of him!

Marley: No, when I left Jake, he was fine!

Morgan: Oh? Then maybe it was someone else.

Marley: Yes it was. It was someone else.

Morgan: You went straight to your sister's, didn't you? You told her that Jake had raped you?

Marley: No, I didn't tell anyone.

Morgan: That's how it happened, isn't it? You told your sister and she swore to get even with Jake. Vicky went to the loft that night, didn't she? Didn't she? And when she came home, there was blood on her hands.

Jake: Remember you're under oath. You swore to tell the truth.

Morgan: You can't lie, Marley. The truth. The truth. The truth. The whole truth, Marley. You're lying. You're lying!

Cass: Objection! Counsel is badgering the witness.

Morgan: You're lying. You're lying!

Marley: Yes, I told her. Vicky was the one who went to Jake's that night.

[Gavel banging]

Morgan: Your sister was the last one to see Jake. She shot him, didn't she?

Vicky: No, Marley.

Morgan: You shot Jake McKinnon, didn't you?

Jake: Victoria Hudson. I find you guilty.

Vicky: No!

Jake: Justice is done.

Vicky: I'm not guilty! Don't!

Morgan: Guards, take her away.

Vicky: No! No! No! No, no, don't take my baby! You promised me! You promised they would never take my baby! You promised not to tell! Don't take my baby! Oh!

Rachel: So when Amanda got too big to sit on Santa's lap, we had to come up with a whole other excuse for coming to this store at Christmas time.

Amanda: Which is just what you're experiencing right now -- is the search for the perfect Christmas dress.

Paulina: Well, it was very sweet of you to invite me.

Rachel: I think this is lovely. Look good on either of you. Ok, I got the total right off the block.

[Laughter]

Paulina: What do you think of this one?

Rachel: What?

Amanda: Oh, you know this would be perfect for dinner at the Country Club.

Paulina:: The Country Club?

Amanda: Sure. We try to go for dinner there at least once during Christmas time.

Paulina:: Country Club. I saw this dress in a magazine. Isn't it beautiful? It's probably a fortune.

Rachel: If you like it, love, why don't you buy it?

Paulina: Oh no, I -- I couldn't.

Rachel: Well it'll be one of your early Christmas presents.

Paulina: Rachel, thank you.

Rachel: You're welcome.

[Laughter]

Amanda: Isn't that great? When something as simple as a dress makes you so happy.

Rachel: Well, find something you like.

Amanda: Oh, uh, no. I -- I think I'll just wear something from last year.

Rachel: Was this a bad idea?

Amanda: No, no, no. I -- I am not going to sit at home and feel sorry for myself.

Rachel: Yeah, but if you're not in the mood?

Amanda: I -- I couldn't spoil it for

Paulina: -- or for you.

Rachel: Honey, I was hoping this was going to be a happy Christmas for you, and for all of us.

Amanda: Well, the others didn't screw things up the way I did.

Rachel: Amanda --

Amanda: Ok, I'm trying. I'm trying.

Rachel: No, no. No, this is the wrong thing to do. We shouldn't be doing this. We should be going downstairs and finding a terrific dress for Alli.

Amanda: That sounds great.

Rachel: Good.

Amanda: Oh, wait a second. Um, hold on a second. I want to go to the counter here and try to find some jewelry for

Paulina:. Can you --

Rachel: Oh sure. Ok, I'll run interference.

Amanda: Great. Mom.

Rachel: What?

Amanda: Thanks.

Rachel: For what?

Amanda: For everything.

Rachel: Oh, in that case, I accept.

Sam: Hi, you have a necklace on hold for me. The name is Fowler.

Amanda: Sam, are you doing some Christmas shopping?

Sam: Hi, Amanda.

Amanda: I am, too. I thought it was time I got started.

Sam: Hmm.

Clerk: Here you are, Mr. Fowler.

Sam: Thank you.

Amanda: That's lovely.

Clerk: Oh, did I just spoil the surprise? Is this for you?

Stacey: Jamie?

Jamie: Stacey, hi.

Stacey: Hi. I thought that was you. So do you make house calls at City Hall now?

Jamie: No, Cass is meeting Marley here. He wants to get her used to the courtroom before the trial begins. I thought I'd give a little moral support.

Stacey: Well, I'll tell you, this place is going to look a whole lot different.

Jamie: Yeah, tell me about it.

Stacey: Is something the matter?

Jamie: I've been subpoenaed by the D.A.

Stacey: They want medical testimony.

Jamie: I don't think it's only that.

Stacey: Well, then what?

Jamie: Stace, you know how I feel about Marley.

Stacey: Yes. That's not a crime.

Jamie: It is if it gives Marley a motive to want to get rid of Jake.

Stacey: But Marley never expressed her feelings for you. Not when Jake was shot.

Jamie: She has now. Marley told me she loves me.

Stacey: Oh. I don't know whether that's good or bad.

Jamie: Yeah, I know. If the D.A. thinks that Marley and I were together before Jake --

Stacey: Yes, but you can't testify to that because it isn't true.

Jamie: I wanted to tell everyone how I felt about Marley. I didn't tell anyone. And I could still end up messing things up for Marley.

Stacey: No you won't. Cass will always cross-examine and undo any damage.

Jamie: Stace, how is it possible for everything to be so wonderful and so terrible at the same time?

Stacey: It'll all work out. I promise you.

Jamie: Will it? God, how I want this to be over.

Marley: It's not my fault. [Crying] It's not my -- no, don't -- don't take her baby. Don't take --

Vicky: Marley.

Marley: Don't take her baby.

Vicky: Marley, wake up.

Marley: Please forgive me, God. Please forgive me.

Vicky: It's ok. It was just a bad dream.

Marley: [Crying] Oh, God, it was awful.

Vicky: It's over. You're awake.

Marley: It was the trial. Oh, God, Vicky, I was dreaming --

Vicky: Honey, it was just a stupid dream.

Marley: It wasn't. I -- I couldn't handle it. They were all staring at me.

Vicky: Forget it.

Marley: I can't. The D -- the D.A. was asking me questions, and she talked to me about you.

Vicky: Honey, you don't have to tell me. I -- I already know.

Marley: What do you -- what do you mean you know?

Vicky: Ah, you -- you didn't exactly have exclusive rights to the dream.

Marley: You had the same dream?

Vicky: Marley, we're twins. It's happened before. It's just that this was a real loo-loo, you know.

Marley: How -- how does this -- how does this happen to us?

Vicky: I -- I don't know -- uh... maybe we're hooked up to the same cable system.

Marley: You had another bad night, too, didn't you?

Vicky: Um, well, after -- after I got Steven up, I -- I went to sleep on the couch.

Marley: They -- they took Steven away --

Vicky: That's not going to happen.

Marley: I didn't tell them that you shot Jake.

Vicky: It was a dream. You can't control what happens in your dreams. But you can control what happens when you're awake.

Marley: I'm not -- I'm not like you, Vicky. I can't be evasive. People see through me.

Vicky: Well, then I'll give you a few lessons. We've come this far. All we have to do is get through the next few days.

Caroline: You have every reason to be upset. Yes I understand. I agree with you. It was totally out of line. Look, Mark, would you just accept my apologies, please? Yes, I'm going to speak to Mr. Fowler. Ok. And give my apologies to Devon, too. Thanks. Bye-bye.

Olivia: Caroline, welcome back.

Caroline: Oh, Olivia.

Olivia: I'm surprised to see you.

Caroline: Well, I cut my trip short. Seems like it's a good thing that I did.

Olivia: You mean that -- that call was, uh --

Caroline: Yeah, and I'm sure that you know a lot of what that's about.

Olivia: Well, right. I was here when those two jerks came in.

Caroline: When I hired Sam, I asked him to be diplomatic.

Olivia: Well, he just over-reacted a little. That's all.

Caroline: Just a little? It's a bit more than a little, I think.

Olivia: Only with those two. He was wonderful with everyone else. He really was. He made some sales.

Caroline: Sounds to me like you spent a lot of time here whilst I was away.

Olivia: I, uh, like to be with him.

Caroline: Well, I guess he needs some happiness. This year's been pretty rough on him.

Olivia: Well, Amanda and Evan gave him a real hard time. But I'm going to make all that up to him. I just hope you'll let him keep working here. He -- he really needs the money, especially now.

Caroline: Oh? And why now?

Olivia: There's a larger apartment available in Sam's building.

Caroline: Oh, does he need more space for painting?

Olivia: No. Not exactly. We'll be needing more space.

Caroline: You and Sam are moving in together?

Olivia: This place is absolutely perfect for us.

Caroline: Aha.

Olivia: I, uh, thought he would be here.

Caroline: Why, he's just run down the street to do some errands.

Olivia: Right. And I should go, too. I have an appointment to look at the space. Can I ask you a favor, though? Um, when Sam comes in --

Caroline: I won't say a word, ok?

Olivia: Thank you.

Caroline: Not a word.

Olivia: Great. I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him.

Caroline: Yes, and neither can I.

Amanda: Olivia is going to love the necklace. Who wouldn't?

Sam: Thanks.

Amanda: You have great taste. You always did.

Sam: Thank you. Amanda --

Amanda: I know, I know. I -- I'm leaving.

Sam: No, no, no. Actually, I -- I'm glad we ran into each other. I wanted to, uh --

Amanda: Oh, you are? What?

Sam: Well, have you decided what you're going to get Alli for Christmas yet?

Amanda: No, I haven't thought about it. Why? Do you want to go in together on something maybe?

Sam: Well, I was thinking she might be old enough to get an easel and some paints?

Amanda: That's a great idea.

Sam: Good. I just wanted to ask you first so we didn't go out and get her the same thing.

Amanda: Right. Art supplies are your department.

Clerk: Mr. Fowler, I'm afraid there's a problem.

Sam: A problem? Wha -- what happened?

Clerk: Well your credit card -- it's been declined.

Sam: Ahem. Oh, um, look, can you just hold on to the necklace for me and I'll come back later when I work this out?

Clerk: Sure.

Sam: Thank you. I've got to get to work. This will help a lot.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: Yeah, Amanda, I really can't talk now. I need to get to the gallery, but --

Amanda: I -- I was just wondering if you had considered the art director's position at all?

Sam: Amanda, I can't do it. I'm -- I just can't do it. I'll tell you what. I'll send you the covers back that you sent me by messenger, and I -- I apologize for not getting them back to you earlier.

Amanda: No. Look, it's not a big deal. Really, it's nothing. Don't worry about it.

Sam: Ok, I'll talk to you then.

Rachel: Are you all right, sweetie? That was Sam, huh?

Amanda: Yeah, I'm fine. I am not so sure about Sam though. Would you mind if I just took off? I have something I want to do.

Rachel: Sure, go ahead.

Amanda: Ok. I'll catch up with you later, all right?

Rachel: All right.

Ken: Playing Santa's helper, are we?

Rachel: What are you doing here?

Ken: Hopefully intercepting you before you get to the tie counter.

Rachel: Oh. Well you're just gonna have to wait till Christmas, aren't you?

Ken: Did I just see Amanda?

Rachel: Yeah, leaving.

Ken: Things not going well?

Rachel: I brought Paulina and Amanda here to get their minds off their problems, but...

Ken: Well, it may not have worked with Amanda, but Paulina certainly seems to be in the spirit.

Paulina:: Will you look at this dress?

Ken: Well, it certainly -- [Clears throat] Fits like a glove.

Paulina:: Isn't it great?

Rachel: I certainly didn't know that they were making dinner dresses quite like that.

Paulina:: I saw one just like it in "Sophisticate." I think it's perfect.

Vicky: Here you go. Nice hot cup of Joe to give you a jolt.

Marley: Ha, thank you. I'm -- I'm starting to shake the dream, I think.

Vicky: Yeah, it was like one of those foreign films you always drag me to.

Marley: [Chuckles]

Vicky: Hey, next time I want subtitles.

Marley: You amaze me.

Vicky: I do? Why?

Marley: You can just roll with the punches.

Vicky: If you get enough of them, you get a knack for it.

Marley: You think I would have absorbed some of your technique by now, huh?

Vicky: Well, you're gonna love this.

Marley: What?

Vicky: Um, it seems to be working in reverse.

Marley: How?

Vicky: Some of your scruples have rubbed off on me.

Marley: Oh really? Well?

Vicky: I came up with the perfect plan to get you off the hook.

Marley: What do you mean?

Vicky: I stole Jake's gun from the evidence room.

Marley: You did what? I can't believe --

Vicky: Relax, I put it back.

Marley: You could get into a lot of trouble for that, Vicky.

Vicky: Ah, no. The, um, stupid cops thought Ryan did it.

Marley: Now wh-why would they think that Ryan did that?

Vicky: Maybe because I also snitched his key to the evidence room.

Marley: Did you do all this for me?

Vicky: Oh, for me, too. I don't want to live that dream we just had either. But I didn't go through with it. I didn't think Ryan's life should be screwed up, too.

Marley: Does he know?

Vicky: Mm. He guessed. But no one else knows. And no one else will.

Marley: You care a lot about him, don't you? Come on.

Vicky: Um, well, I just -- I just don't think he deserves to suffer for this either.

Marley: Ok. Oh, this -- this stuff is awful.

Vicky: Awful, I know. But I thought you should have some battery acid to get you started this morning.

Marley: [Coughing] Thank you.

Vicky: Honey, you've got to meet Cass in a half hour.

Marley: [Sighs]

Vicky: Are you ok?

Marley: I'm scared.

Vicky: Don't be. It's going to be fine. I promise. No one is going to get to us. And besides, Cass isn't going to let anything happen to you on the stand. Ok, now get dressed.

Cass: Have you seen the background check on the witness? Thank you. Where the hell is the forensics report? I knew it was there. I was just testing you. You think you could find the, uh, the, uh, yeah, that's exactly what I was looking for.

Frankie: Nervous?

Cass: Why ever would you ask that? I'm steady as a rock.

Frankie: Give 'em hell, counselor.

Cass: Wait a second. You're not coming to the courthouse with me?

Frankie: Can't.

Cass: Why not?

Frankie: I asked Donna to drop by.

Cass: Do you think that's wise?

Frankie: She has a blonde wig in her closet. I have a hunch that means something.

Cass: Honey, we are up to our eyeballs in hunches. What we need are substantiating facts. The trial starts right after jury selection.

Frankie: Well, maybe Morgan won't make a case. Maybe you'll blow her out of the water before you even have to present a defense.

Cass: I'd feel a lot more certain about that if the gun had stayed lost.

Frankie: You think I'm wasting my time following up on Donna?

Cass: No. I don't.

Frankie: Ok.

Donna: Hello? Cass and

Frankie: Donna.

Cass: Thank you for coming.

Donna: Well, I should be with Marley. I want to know why I had to rush down here.

Cass: We just have a few more questions for you.

Donna: What kind of questions?

Frankie: Nothing major.

Donna: Look, you gave me the third degree last night. I found it unnerving. And I don't like what you're implying.

Frankie: This won't take long, Donna.

Cass: I better get over to the courthouse and meet with Marley. As Frankie says, this won't take much of your time.

Frankie: See you later.

Cass: Ok. Thank you again for coming.

Donna: What's this about?

Frankie: Just a few more details to clear up.

Donna: Such as?

Frankie: Such as why a woman of your impeccable taste owns a tacky blonde wig.

Sam: I should warn you, ma'am, that the owner does not like people touching things here at the gallery.

Caroline: Promise you won't report me?

Sam: I didn't expect to see you until tomorrow.

Caroline: Well, I cut my trip short.

Sam: Well, welcome back from your trip.

Caroline: So how are things going?

Sam: Oh, great. Took a little while to get the hang of things, but other than that, everything was cool.

Caroline: Cool, huh?

Sam: Yeah and I actually cleaned out your storage room. And you, my dear, are in need of supplies.

Caroline: Well I knew I could always count on you. Ah, I was wondering if Devon and Mark dropped in.

Sam: Yeah, they were here all right.

Caroline: Oh, you know, they always like an exhibit, and I -- were they keen on this one?

Sam: Ha, yes. They had some very strong opinions on a few things.

Caroline: But they didn't buy anything.

Sam: Ah, no, they didn't.

Caroline: Huh. Maybe later.

Sam: Ah, actually, I don't think so.

Caroline: Oh, why's that?

Sam: We didn't exactly hit it off very well -- Mark and Devon and I.

Caroline: I'm not surprised, Sam. People don't like being insulted.

Sam: Why didn't you tell me you'd talked to them already?

Caroline: I wanted to hear what you had to say first.

Sam: All right, you know that I lost my temper. But they had it coming, believe me.

Caroline: And you felt you could give it to them, huh?

Sam: They acted like buying a painting was like trying to coordinate it with an ashtray.

Caroline: They happen to be two very good customers.

Sam: They were two yuppie jerks is what they were.

Caroline: They spoke equally highly of you, Sam. Look, Sam, I know artists are temperamental, but my clients are entitled to their opinions.

Sam: You're right, and I was wrong. I never should have gotten into it with them.

Caroline: Sam, if you're going to work here, you can't take what my clients say personally.

Sam: All right, I understand.

Caroline: Do you?

Sam: Yes, I do. And I will show you. If you want charm, I'll be charming. Someone walks in here and wants a painting of Elvis on black velvet, then that's what they'll get.

Caroline: Look, I just can't lose business right now.

Sam: I understand. Thank you for doing this for me. I need this job now. At least until I get some more money by selling a few paintings.

Amanda: This is insane.

Sam: Amanda, what the --

Amanda: Why are you doing this? You throw away a perfectly good job opportunity because of your damn pride. And then -- then you swallow it for this.

Donna: You dragged me over here for this?

Frankie: Just tell me about the wig, Donna.

Donna: I don't know about any wig.

Frankie: Oh, so it just slipped itself into your closet, did it?

Donna: You went through my private things.

Frankie: The box was in plain sight when I went to get my coat, and being curious is part of my job. Now I am even more curious as to why you lied.

Donna: You asked if I own a blonde wig. I don't. I rented it for a Halloween costume. You do remember, Jake was shot just before Halloween. Michael and I were invited to a costume party, but we decided not to go because of what happened.

Frankie: There were no other parts of a costume there.

Donna: Oh, well, I guess you're not as good a detective as you claim to be. Michael and I were dressing as Humphrey Bogart and Greta Garbo.

Frankie: Oh, you could never pull that off, Donna. Your voice isn't deep enough for Garbo.

Donna: I was going as Bogey.

Frankie: [Chuckling] That's cute.

Donna: Now if that's all --

Frankie: A little too cute.

Donna: I did not come down here to discuss your preference in Halloween costumes.

Frankie: I'm going to settle with you, Donna. You still can't account for where you were the night Jake was shot. And you sure as hell wanted him out of the picture.

Donna: But that was -- that was all taken care of. Marley had decided to break off her engagement with him.

Frankie: That wasn't until later. Now what was it that made you hate him so much?

Donna: He was an arrogant, self-centered bully. Now is that all?

Frankie: There is still the question of a blonde wig in your possession. And the eyewitness saw a blonde woman in a coat leaving Jake's loft right before he was found.

Donna: Are you saying I shot Jake?

Frankie: Yes. Maybe I am.

Cass: Jamie.

Jamie: Cass, is Marley here yet?

Cass: She should be here any minute.

Jamie: I want to talk to her before -- before all this begins.

Cass: I don't think that's such a great idea.

Jamie: Cass, she needs people around her who love her.

Cass: Yes, she does. Her family, her friends --

Jamie: But not me?

Cass: If you two make public your feelings for each other --

Jamie: What? The jury might think that she shot Jake so she could be with me?

Cass: Look, right now, Morgan is going through a very difficult time trying to establish motive. I want to make sure it stays that way.

Jamie: For how long?

Cass: As long as it takes to make sure that Marley is not going to go to prison.

Jamie: What?

Cass: I mean it, Jamie.

Jamie: Cass, you want me to stay away from Marley for the whole trial?

Cass: You make it sound like that's not going to be an easy thing to do.

Jamie: I guess things have changed between us.

Cass: How have they changed?

Jamie: I have been in love with Marley for months. What's changed is now she's finally admitted that she loves me.

Cass: Is this an affair here?

Jamie: This is none of your damn business.

Cass: You've been subpoenaed by the D.A., right? I want you to be able to testify under oath that your feelings for Marley were unrequited until recently and that they have nothing to do with what happened to Jake.

Jamie: How am I supposed to do that, Cass? How am I supposed to just leave Marley alone?

Marley: I have nothing to say.

Shana: Please, just -- just a minute of your time, Mrs. McKinnon.

Marley: Why? Why would I talk to you?

Shana: Well, maybe so the public can hear your side. What do you say?

Marley: No, no, I really--

Cass: Beat it, Shana. Leave my client alone.

Shana: Oh, come on. Don't let the D.A. get all the press in this case, Mr. Winthrop. Think about your own career.

Cass: Shana, I'd hate to knock you down and break your hair. Come on, Marley.

Shana: Mrs. McKinnon, please let me follow you around on a typical day --

Cass: That's all, Shana.

Jamie: Stay away from her. Just stay away.

Shana: Hi, listen. It's me. I'm down here at the courthouse. You've got to get a mini cam down here right away. That's right. There's something big going on down here at the courthouse, and his name is Dr. Jamie Frame.

Sam: Amanda, would you just leave please?

Amanda: I'm just thinking of you.

Sam: I'm fine.

Amanda: It's obvious that you need to make more money.

Sam: None of this is your concern. We're divorced, remember?

Amanda: Sam, you're an artist. You're not supposed to be working in a gallery selling other people's work to some opinionated snobs.

Caroline: Amanda, I fail to see why Sam's choice of work really even concerns you.

Amanda: This is between Sam and me.

Caroline: Not when you come into my place of business.

Sam: Caroline, if you could excuse us for a minute please?

Caroline: Well then, you keep it down or take it elsewhere.

Sam: Amanda, working here is no worse than being an art director for Cory Publishing.

Amanda: But there is one big difference. The job I'm offering you pays a whole lot more.

Sam: Look, I give you support for Alli. And my financial condition beyond that is none of your business. All right?

Amanda: Did you look at the material I sent you?

Sam: Yeah, I -- I glanced at it.

Amanda: What did you think of the layout?

Sam: It stunk.

Amanda: That's what I thought, too. You are 10 times better than anybody that we've even interviewed.

Sam: Amanda, I am not interested.

Amanda: I think it's something more.

Sam: Well, I don't care what you think.

Amanda: You prefer to sell paintings to 28-year-old art collectors instead of working with me?

Sam: For you. And yes. I do.

Amanda: You're too stubborn for your own good.

Sam: I don't care if that's what you think.

Amanda: So what happens if this doesn't pan out? Are you going to go back to driving a cab?

Sam: If I have to, yes.

Amanda: You can make all the money that you need. You can be doing a job that you're interested in. But you won't accept that because I'm the one that's offering it.

Sam: Is there any better reason than that?

Amanda: Sam, I respect you, which is more than what Caroline and these clientele here do.

Sam: Amanda, I will not work for you, not now, not ever. Is that clear enough for you?

Olivia: Are you going to be ok?

Sam: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Donna: What is it that makes people dislike me?

Frankie: Donna, it's not a question of disliking you. Cass and I are just after the truth.

Donna: Oh, do you think I could just sit back and let my daughter be tortured this way?

Frankie: I can't make assumptions like that. Not if I'm going to help Marley.

Donna: Do you really think I'm capable of shooting Jake?

Frankie: All I have -- all I can deal with are facts. Now Cass is try -- is going to try to convince the jury of reasonable doubt. And the best way to do that is to show that a whole lot of people had equal opportunity and motive.

Donna: Yes, I have heard all of this before. Victoria was ready to say that she could have shot Jake.

Frankie: Which would have been very unwise.

Donna: Cass didn't think so at first.

Frankie: He changed his mind.

Donna: Why? Why? You don't think Victoria had anything to do with this?

Frankie: All I meant was that the eyewitness could not distinguish between Victoria and Marley and no one wants to be defending her a month from now.

Donna: Oh, I hope this is all over a month from now.

Frankie: Me, too. But in the meantime, Cass is going to be trying to shift focus in other directions.

Donna: What other directions?

Frankie: Iris Wheeler and Paulina Cory both had unpleasant dealings with Jake and they are both blondes.

Donna: Yes, I know that Iris and Jake were in cahoots somehow. And of course he was obviously having an affair with that Paulina.

Frankie: I'm sure Cass will call them if he feels he has to.

Donna: He has to have proof. Either one of those women would perjure herself without a second of hesitation.

Frankie: Cass is going to try to prove that Jake had a lot of enemies. And the prosecution is going to say that Jake is not the one on trial here.

Donna: Well of course he is. He is responsible for what happened to him -- for everything.

Frankie: Would you be willing to testify?

Donna: I -- me? I -- I don't know anything. What do I know?

Frankie: You know about Jake's financial situation. You were his business partner.

Donna: Will Cass want to put me on the stand?

Frankie: Have a problem with that?

Donna: I will do whatever is necessary to protect my daughter. I always have.

Jamie: Marley didn't shoot Jake. Why should she have to go up there and defend herself?

Cass: There are a lot of defendants that I wouldn't let take the stand like that and testify for themselves. But Marley isn't one of those people. I think that she's her own best witness.

Marley: Is my testimony that important?

Cass: Look, Morgan is going to try to dehumanize you so that the jury will buy her circumstantial case. I think you're the best response to that tactic. Now, I hate to break up this little tête-à-tête, but we have a lot of ground to cover. I'm sorry, Jamie, you have to leave us alone.

Jamie: Ok. I leave you in good hands.

Marley: What was that about?

Jamie: Look, maybe I'll see you later and I'll explain it then. Ok?

Marley: Ok. Bye.

Jamie: Bye.

Shana: Perfect, just perfect. Did you get that?

Cameraman: Every bit of it.

Shana: Good. I'd hate for the public to have to miss out on that tender moment. Let's go.

Olivia: What was Amanda doing here?

Sam: Pushing the art director job again.

Olivia: Oh. She's pretty persistent.

Sam: Yes. But I hope it finally sunk in that I do not want it.

Olivia: If Amanda wasn't involved, would you want it then?

Sam: Not involved? I honestly don't know. So what did you do today, huh?

Olivia: I ran into your building super. We chatted a bit.

Sam: Yeah? Well, that's exciting morning.

Olivia: Mm-hmm, yeah. Oh, something else came up.

Sam: Uh-huh.

Olivia: He mentioned that the apartment just below yours is going to be available soon.

Sam: Oh-ho, new neighbors. I hope they aren't screamers.

[Laughter]

Olivia: What if you took it?

Sam: Me?

Olivia: Yeah. I looked at it, Sam. It's incredible. It's so much bigger than your place, so we could really spread out. You could have more space for -- for painting. I could have a rehearsal room. We could even make a real living room.

Sam: Olivia, wait a minute.

Olivia: Sam, I know when you see it, you're going to just love it. It's just -- look at it.

Sam: W-w-w-w-wait, you're forgetting one very fine detail. Money -- I have very little of it.

Olivia: Well, I know that we're broke now, but I could borrow from my trust. I -- it wouldn't take very much at all. We could do a lot of the work all by ourselves.

Sam: Olivia, Olivia, no.

Olivia: I've done it again, haven't I?

Sam: No, come on. This is not just about money.

Olivia: [Sighs] Am I pushing too fast? I -- ok, I'm sorry. Just -- just forget the loft.

Sam: Shh, shh. When the time is right, you and I will get the perfect space together, ok?

Olivia: Ok. I just -- I just want to be with you.

Sam: I know it's very difficult living with Liz now.

Olivia: Well, it's not just that. I want -- I want to be with you. I want us to have --

Sam: Yeah, me, too.

Olivia: This wonderful life.

Sam: Me, too.

Paulina:: I don't remember the last time I had this much fun.

Ken: What, shopping?

Rachel: Yeah, Mac was the only one in our family who liked to shop.

Ken: Oh, I like to shop -- once a year. I buy everything I need and I go home.

Rachel: That's not shopping. That's getting in supplies. I like that other one.

Paulina:: Oh yeah. Oh, I love this one, too. I simply must try it on.

Ken: Sure hope I get invited to Christmas dinner. I can't wait to see the look on Ada's face when Paulina comes to the table in that sexy leather number.

Rachel: Oh, Mom doesn't shock very easily. Iris, on the other hand, will take a number of shots at her. I guess I should have convinced her to take something more conventional, but there's no point in putting her in a mold.

Ken: Some people resist convention.

Rachel: Yes, well, you seem to have adapted rather well.

Ken: You made it worth it.

Rachel: I did? No, I didn't. Not at first.

Ken: Oh well, not at first. But then you worked your wiles on me until I was putty in your hands.

Rachel: You've been putty in my hands? Did I miss something?

Ken: Maybe a sow's ear.

[Laughter] Merry Christmas, Rachel.

Rachel: Merry Christmas.

Paulina:: I don't see any mistletoe around.

Rachel: Oh, well, it was here a minute ago. Well, that's lovely.

Paulina:: Thank you.

Rachel: Listen, would you, um, keep an eye out on him? I have to -- I have to go see a man at the tie counter.

Ken: Now, wait a minute. Sporting goods are to your right.

Paulina:: Well, you're in the holiday mood.

Ken: Well, I could say the same about you.

Paulina:: I'm happy.

Ken: Good.

Paulina:: Don't have any reason not to be.

Ken: Well, Marley's trial is starting, isn't it?

Marley: Why is she doing this to me?

Cass: Morgan is a lot of things. She's ambitious. She came up the hard way. And she's got a big chip on her shoulder about people that she thinks had it easy.

Marley: Like me.

Cass: And me. But she's wrong -- about you anyway. That's what's going to trip her up.

Marley: All right. Where do we start?

Cass: We reject some jurors for cause. Now what that means is, if there are people with an obvious prejudice -- for example, they knew Jake or know him or they've been the victims of violent crimes themselves -- we dismiss them. Are you with me so far?

Marley: Yeah.

Cass: Are you sure, because this is very important. I need your input tomorrow. If you have any kind of instinctive feeling about anyone, it could be invaluable.

Marley: I'll -- I'll do the best I can.

Cass: Now what Morgan's going to try to do is pack the jury with guys like Jake. Guys who think that most women come on to men and then dump them for other men. We also might have a tough time with people who never had any money.

Marley: Cass, I understand people that don't have money.

Cass: I know you do. And that's why the jury is going to love you. Morgan is going to have to sweat to make this case.

Marley: Well, it will be easier knowing what I'm up against.

Cass: You'll be fine.

Marley: I hope so.

Cass: Next thing I want you to do is go home and try to relax.

Marley: Al-already?

Cass: That was easy, wasn't it? I'll meet you here first thing tomorrow morning. Everything is going to be fine. Go home.

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: Yes?

Stacey: Donna, it's Stacey.

Donna: You're back?

Stacey: Was back, late last night.

Donna: Michael didn't come with you, did he?

Stacey: No, actually he's staying in Provo until later today.

Donna: Good, good, we can talk.

Stacey: What exactly did you want to talk about?

Donna: Cass may want me to testify at Marley's trial.

Stacey: So what does that have to do with me?

Donna: Everything. You have to convince him it's a terrible idea.

Stacey: Now, Donna, why would I do that?

Donna: For Marley's sake.

Stacey: Oh, Marley, huh?

Donna: Yes, of course.

Stacey: Why would your affair with Jake hurt Marley's case?

Donna: What if I admit to it and the D.A. decides that Marley already knew about it?

Stacey: She didn't know and you will testify that she didn't.

Donna: And they will say that I'm lying to protect her. It would be the perfect motive.

Stacey: Donna.

Donna: Can't you see that? Everyone will believe it. You know as well as I do what it's going to mean to Marley and to my family.

Stacey: You're going to have to talk to Cass. Tell him the truth.

Donna: What?

Stacey: If he knows about you and Jake, he won't put you on the stand.

Donna: I can't tell Cass anything.

Stacey: Why not?

Donna: Because he will think that it's his duty to go to Michael and -- and Marley, just the way you thought it was your duty to take little Michael away from me.

Stacey: Cass won't do it.

Donna: How else is he going to explain that Marley's own mother won't testify on her behalf? He can't call me. You have to help me, Stacey. Don't make Marley pay for what I did.

Vicky: So, how did the meeting go?

Marley: Well, it's just beginning. It's going to get so much worse before it gets any better.

Vicky: Oh, I wish I could tell you that wasn't true.

Marley: Oh. I'll be all right.

Vicky: Why don't we go to dinner together?

Marley: Oh, I -- I would love to, but --

Vicky: You're not hungry?

Marley: It's just I was hoping to get together with Jamie tonight.

Vicky: Oh? Ok, good. Have fun. I mean that.

Marley: Ok.

Vicky: Oh, I almost forgot. Um, this package came for you special delivery from the bank. What is it?

Marley: Oh, just some tax papers. It's nothing exciting.

[Child yells]

Vicky: Oh, I -- I think Steven probably knocked over another block building or something. I am going to go check on him.

Marley: All right.

Hello, this is Adele Samson.

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