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Another World Transcript Tuesday 11/14/06

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Morgan: Detective Harrison.

Ryan: Hi. Can I help you with something, Morgan?

Morgan: You seem like you're in a hurry.

Ryan: I am. I'm in a hurry to get back home.

Morgan: Really? Someone waiting there for you?

Ryan: Do you care?

Morgan: I do if her name is Victoria Hudson.

Ryan: Counselor, I just got finished going through three hours of testimony. I worked late last night, I'm beat. So if you don't mind.

Morgan: You know, at some point I'm going to want to speak to you about the disappearance and re-appearance of a certain piece of evidence.

Ryan: I know as much as you do. The gun wasn't where it was supposed to be, and then it was.

Morgan: That's rather peculiar, don't you think?

Ryan: What's your point?

Morgan: The point, Detective Harrison, is that you're personally involved in this case, and I think you're headed for big trouble.

Ryan: What do you mean exactly?

Morgan: Are you covering for your girlfriend and her sister? Because if you are, it could cost you your job.

Shana: Sisters in silence. Two sisters alike physically in virtually every respect. One an outsider, the other quiet, private school educated, reserved, a real lady. These two have had a stormy relationship since they were first introduced at the age of 18. One married her rebel sister's boyfriend, divorced him, and then, until just a few weeks ago, promised to marry him again. Marley McKinnon may never remarry her ex-husband. He is lying in a hospital comatose. She has been charged with his shooting. And her once estranged sister, Vicky Hudson, has now become her closest ally. Vicky has been protecting Marley from the press ever since. Sisters in silence. Even now, on the eve of the trial, neither twin has made an official statement to the press. But why? If Marley McKinnon is innocent, what could she be hiding? Was she in love with her ex-husband, or had she found someone else?

Jamie: Damn it.

Shana: The quiet twin's private life, it seems, is not so quiet. Who is this mystery man? The answer may surprise you.

Vicky: We've got trouble. That slutty Shana Barr has a picture of you with Jamie.

Marley: What?

Shana: It seems the quiet twin has made a habit of going after the men her sister leaves behind. This videotape, taken earlier today at this courthouse, is of the accused sharing a private moment with her sister, Vicky's ex-husband Dr. Jamie Frame. Sound complicated? Believe me, the plot thickens.

Vicky: What are you planning on doing with all this money?

Lucas: Felicia, would you please relax?

Felicia: I -- I know, but this party's just so important.

Lucas: I know, it would be nice if you didn't have a nervous breakdown over the hors d'oeuvres before it begins.

Felicia: You think a few people will come, don't you?

Lucas: They'll all come.

Felicia: I mean, they wouldn't be embarrassed or anything like that.

Lucas: What?

Felicia: Well, this party's to celebrate publishing my first work of serious fiction.

Lucas: Right, right. Yes, I know.

Felicia: Luke, I'm a romance writer, remember?

Lucas: Not this time.

Felicia: Thank God Iris is gone. I mean, otherwise this deal never would have been made.

Lucas: Iris left town and the deal was made.

Felicia: Do you think they're going to hate it?

Lucas: What -- the party?

Felicia: No, the book.

Lucas: What happened to you? Last week you loved the book. Now what --

Felicia: I know.

Lucas: What happened? Huh?

Felicia: I don't know.

Lucas: Come on.

Felicia: I don't know.

Lucas: It's fine.

[Doorbell rings]

Felicia: Oh, my God, they're here.

Lucas: Look, ok, listen. Put your hands down. Smile, stay calm, and stay here. Your book was wonderful.

Felicia: Thanks.

Lucas: For me!

John: Ha, cute. How are you, Lucas?

Lucas: I'm fine, but I have an hysterical writer on my hands.

John: Oh, let me see.

Felicia: Hello.

John: Hi, well, you don't look hysterical.

Felicia: Well, I'm also a good actress.

John: I see.

Felicia: How nice of you to come, John. Thank you.

John: I know I'm early but, uh, unfortunately I can't stay.

Felicia: Really.

John: Uh, a friend of mine's having some problems.

Felicia: Oh, the only one he can talk to is you?

John: Something like that. Anyway, congratulations.

Felicia: That's very sweet of you. Here, give me this.

John: The flowers are from me and Sharlene.

Felicia: Thank you. Has she called?

John: Yes, yes.

Felicia: And how is she?

John: Actually, I don't know. I -- I didn't -- I didn't get the chance to talk to her. I missed her both times, but Josie spoke with her on Thanksgiving.

Lucas: Why don't you let me put those in water?

Felicia: Thank you, Luke.

John: So, uh, how's it going with you two?

Felicia: Slowly.

John: Slowly?

Felicia: But well.

John: Well, good. Good. That's good.

Felicia: Yes, that's good. Actually, he would like to put it on fast forward. But he's learning.

John: Yeah, well, I can identify with that.

Felicia: I know. John, do you remember when you went to France and Sharlene was working at Tops then?

John: Uh-huh.

Felicia: I remember a night where she waited by the phone for you to call, and, um -- and you didn't.

John: She said she needed some space.

Felicia: I know.

John: And I was angry. I couldn't do anything right. Couldn't give her anything that she needed.

Felicia: No, no, honey. That -- that's not what I mean. I realized that night, more than I ever had before, what Sharlene needed was you. She loves you, John.

John: I know. But why do you suppose she walked away?

Felicia: You know, a long time ago I thought that Luke had done the same thing, and later I found out it wasn't so easy. She will be back.

John: Well, I, uh -- I guess I have to get going.

Felicia: How about -- how about I wrap up some of the hors d'oeuvres.

John: Uh, no, no really.

Felicia: You know, you can eat them in the car.

John: Thank you. Thank you very much.

Felicia: Really?

John: Yes, contrary to popular belief, I'm not starving without Sharlene. Trust me on this one.

Felicia: Listen, take care of yourself, will you?

John: You, too. I'll catch your next bash when the book wins a Pulitzer.

Felicia: Wouldn't that be a kick?

John: Well, stranger things have happened.

Felicia: I don't know.

John: Say good bye to Lucas for me.

Felicia: I will. Good luck with your friend.

John: Thank you. Bye-bye.

Felicia: Bye. Now what? Oh, good. That's nice. Now, listen, Tops should have called, don't you think? I mean, the hot the hors d'oeuvres aren't here yet. Do you think I should call?

Lucas: Can I ask you a question?

Felicia: Yeah, of course. What?

Lucas: Am I the reason you're so uptight?

Felicia: You? Why would it be you?

Lucas: Well, I mean, it's -- it's our first appearance together, and -- well, you're husband's son and his brother are going to be here tonight, and --

Felicia: So?

Lucas: Are you ashamed of us?

Jamie: I can't believe that reporter shot footage of Marley and me. Cass had warned me five minutes before to be careful.

Rachel: Cass wants you to stay away from Marley?

Matt: Why?

Jamie: Because it could look like Marley shot Jake so she could be with me.

Matt: But that's ridiculous. Wait a minute. Can that Shana Barr get away with that?

Rachel: Yes, I think she can.

Matt: Doesn't that "sisters in silence" -- that borders on libel.

Rachel: No, I don't think so. These people know how to walk the fine line. They understand that prosecuting for libel is a very costly affair.

Matt: That stinks.

Jamie: I can't believe it. The D.A.'s going to milk this for everything it's worth.

Rachel: I'm just sorry that you got dragged into this.

Jamie: Why? Because it looks bad for the family?

Matt: Jamie, would you calm down?

Jamie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I'm just upset about that report.

Rachel: I understand how much Marley means to you.

Matt: What's the big deal about you and Marley being together anyway? I mean, it's not like she and Jake were married.

Jamie: I know, Matt, but Cass says the D.A. will use it any way she can.

Matt: That doesn't make any sense to me.

Jamie: None of this makes sense. Vicky left a message for me at the hospital. She wants to have dinner.

Rachel: Why?

Jamie: I don't know, but I'm going to have to back out of it.

Rachel: It might be important, Jamie.

Jamie: Mom, the only person I want to see tonight is Marley, and from the looks of things that's not going to happen for a long time.

[Phone ringing]

Vicky: What is going on?

Marley: Um -- it -- it's just, um --

Vicky: Waterfront Clinic fundraising records? Is that what this is for?

Marley: Is what -- what is for?

Vicky: Are you still in charge of the money for Jamie's clinic?

Marley: Yes, this is the last of the cash donations. I -- I was just looking for a safe place to hide it.

Vicky: Well, why didn't you tell me?

Marley: Why didn't I tell you what?

Vicky: I've got a safe in the living room.

Marley: Great, we'll put it there later. Actually I'm going to deposit it into the bank as soon as I can.

Vicky: Do you believe that broad?

Marley: Is the public going to believe her?

Vicky: I don't want you to worry about the press. I want you to get ready for your dinner with Jamie.

Marley: Did you leave the message with him to meet you?

Vicky: That's all set. What we've got to worry about is you getting out of the house without the press noticing you.

Marley: Are they in the driveway again?

Vicky: Van loads.

Marley: Oh, great.

Vicky: What we need is a diversion.

Marley: We could set fire to the wooden elf in Mrs. Gray's lawn.

Vicky: Don't think so. Um -- um -- all right. All right, I got it. I knew I would if I gave myself a minute.

Marley: What?

Vicky: Now I have a connection at the Bay City Herald. Hi, Todd Baker please. Watch this. Oh, hi, Todd. It's Vicky Hudson. I'm fine, thank you, but I need your help. Well, I want to set up a press conference. Just me. Can you set it up for me? Well, tonight. Uh, yeah, I know it's short notice, but, um, hey, I'm news, right? That would be great. Yes, and spread the word. No, I will not give you an exclusive. All right, it's all set. Now all of the press in the city is going to be waiting for me at the courthouse.

Marley: Vicky, what are you doing?

Vicky: I am creating a diversion. What do you think?

Marley: I think you're setting yourself up for big trouble.

Vicky: Oh, no, I'm just going to feed them all the garbage that I always feed them and then they'll print whatever they feel like. Big deal.

Marley: What if they ask you a question that you cannot answer?

Vicky: Just go have dinner with Jamie and forget about all of this for one night. Can you do that for me?

Marley: Uh -- uh, I can't do it for me.

Vicky: Try.

Marley: I -- I don't believe you're doing this. It doesn't upset you at all?

Vicky: What, that I'm setting up a romantic dinner for two with my sister and ex-husband?

Marley: See? You are mad.

Vicky: I'm not interested in Jamie anymore. It's over.

Marley: Because of Ryan?

Vicky: No way.

Marley: I wish you two would patch things up.

Vicky: Don't hold your breath.

Marley: Well, I -- I know you care a lot about him.

Vicky: Well, I can't care about him, not now.

Marley: You've sacrificed so much for me, Vicky.

Vicky: No, I haven't. I've just been taking care of you like I should be. Marley, don't go getting all mushy on me.

Marley: I love you, Vicky.

Vicky: I love you, too. And we're going to beat this thing together. I promise.

Rachel: So, you're going out to dinner with Vicky anyway?

Jamie: I couldn't get through to cancel. No one answered.

Rachel: Well, you look very nice.

Jamie: Thanks. I'm supposed to meet Vicky at Antoine's. I thought I'd look the part.

Matt: Oo, Antoine's, that's very expensive.

Jamie: It's private, I'm sure that's why she picked it. Let me know if Marley calls, ok?

Rachel: Well, we won't be here. We'll be at Felicia's book party, but I'll have somebody on the staff monitoring the phones.

Jamie: Thank you. I'm sorry I snapped before, Mom.

Rachel: It's ok, forget it. Have fun.

Jamie: Thanks.

Matt: Take it easy, ok?

Jamie: You, too, Matt.

Matt: So what do you think about Jamie and Marley?

Rachel: They'd be terrific if it works out. Marley could really make him happy.

Ken: Hi, Jamie.

Matt: His ex-wife's sister who's up for attempted murder?

Rachel: Hi.

Amanda: Hi, Mom. Hi, Matt.

Ken: I found Amanda at Paradise. Gave her a lift home.

Rachel: Well, darling, as soon as you get dressed we can, uh, take off for Felicia's book party.

Amanda: What? This isn't fashionable enough?

Rachel: I didn't say that.

Amanda: What does a newly divorced woman wear to a party that her ex-husband will be attending? Basic black?

Rachel: Something happened.

Amanda: Sam and Olivia are going to be there, aren't they?

Matt: Yes.

Rachel: Oh, ok. Well, um, it's all right. I can make, uh, apologies to Felicia. I'm sure she'll understand.

Amanda: Oh, no. Don't worry, I'm going.

Rachel: Darling, if you're uncomfortable about Sam --

Amanda: I'm not going to be uncomfortable. Sam and I saw each other today. We straightened everything out. Everything's perfectly, perfectly clear.

Rachel: Amanda.

Amanda: Oh, it's going to be a great party. Just, uh, give me five minutes to fix my face.

Felicia: Thank you so much for coming and please have more champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Excuse me a minute.

Felicia: Everything all right with you?

Lucas: You haven't answered my question.

Felicia: Because your question was ridiculous, that's why. Why would you think I'd be ashamed of us?

Lucas: Ok, maybe it was a poor choice of words. Um, how does embarrassing grab you?

Felicia: Doesn't grab me one little bit.

[Doorbell rings]

Would you try and be good please? I need your help here tonight.

Lucas: I know, but, you know, this is the first time --

Felicia: Come on. I want you to help me greet the guests. Come on. You're such a jerk.

Lucas: I mean, you know honey, I don't know how you feel about this.

Felicia: You know how I feel. Just try and be good. Hi. More flowers. Hi.

Olivia: Well, I thought this was sort of like an opening night for you.

Felicia: Well, kind of. Let me take your coat.

Sam: How are you?

Felicia: Hi, honey.

Sam: How are you?

Felicia: Good. It was very thoughtful of you. Listen, uh, have some champagne and some hors d'oeuvres.

Sam: How you doing, Lucas?

Lucas: That was fun.

Olivia: Are you going to be ok?

Sam: Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. I just can't help but think to myself that Felicia and Mitch would still be married if it wasn't for that clown.

Olivia: I know, but Mitch is seeing someone else, too, right?

Sam: Yep, I guess some things just don't last, do they?

Olivia: Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Felicia: Gloria, finally.

Gloria: Oh, Felicia.

Felicia: I've been waiting for you.

Gloria: Here's a little tidbit. And Felicia, this is Barbara Denton, the agent I've been telling you about. Barbara, Felicia Gallant.

Barbara: Hello.

Felicia: It's very nice to meet you, and this is a friend of mine, Lucas.

Lucas: Nice meeting you.

Barbara: Hello.

Gloria: So?

Felicia: What?

Gloria: How are you doing, honey?

Felicia: Oh, take this coat.

Lucas: She's a wreck.

Felicia: No, I'm fine.

Gloria: That's what I thought. Now this is why Barbara can be such a big help for you. She's great at smoothing things over and putting crises in perspective.

Barbara: I love the book, Felicia.

Felicia: Thank you.

Barbara: I'd really love to sit down and talk with you about the follow-up.

Felicia: Well, uh, Gloria and I usually handle all that.

[Doorbell rings]

Lucas: I'll get that.

Felicia: Thank you, Luke.

Felicia: Honey, uh, are you all right? I mean, you look a little tired.

Gloria: Oh, no, I'm fine.

Felicia: You sure?

Gloria: Yes, I'm positive. I brought Barbara because I want you two to get to know each other better.

Felicia: Well, I always do love everybody that you work with, so -- what?

Lucas: Gift and a telegram.

Felicia: Oh, really?

Lucas: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Telegram --

Lucas: Telegram's from Mitch, I think.

Felicia: And who's the gift from?

Lucas: I don't know. There's a card.

Lucas: What's the matter?

Felicia: Well, I have no idea who this is. They didn't put a last name.

Lucas: "To Miss Gallant, congratulations. Best wishes, Jenna." Who's Jenna?

Felicia: I have no idea.

[Rock music playing]

Man: You writing a book?

Taylor: Uh, no, not exactly.

Man: A diary?

Taylor: Yeah, sort of.

Man: I don't remember ever seeing you here before.

Taylor: It's my first time.

Man: I thought so. So did any of the girls here talk to you about me?

Taylor: No, should they have?

Man: My name's Ray.

Taylor: Hello, Ray.

Ray: This bar is my turf.

Taylor: What -- what do you mean, Ray, it's your turf?

Ray: I mean, if you think you can walk in here and freelance like you own the place, you're wrong.

Taylor: Ray, Ray, Ray. I'd never do a thing like that.

Ray: Then I guess you're smart.

Taylor: Yeah, I guess so.

Ray: So you came here looking for someone like me then?

Taylor: Ray, why don't you, um -- why don't you tell me what you can do for me.

Ray: What I can do for you? I think you got that a little backwards. Uh, don't you think, uh, it should be what you can show me?

Taylor: Uh -- I don't know.

Ray: See, 'cause if you're good, I mean, we'll both be happy. I take care of my good girls. You know what I mean? And the only thing I ask is that you're loyal --

John: [Clears throat] Sorry I'm late.

Taylor: It's ok.

John: It's all right, I'll take over from here.

Ray: I thought you --

Taylor: It -- it's -- he's my old man, Ray. It's ok.

Ray: Right.

John: Well, Taylor, everything all right in here?

Taylor: It is now.

Felicia: The poetical works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. It's lovely, isn't it?

Gloria: It's a nice edition.

Lucas: You don't know anyone by the name of Jenna?

Felicia: No, it's really very strange, isn't it?

Lucas: It's probably just a fan who forgot to sign her last name.

Felicia: Yeah, I bet that's all.

[Doorbell rings]

Felicia: Oh, listen. Would you mind? I want to show the telegram to Sam.

Lucas: Yeah.

Felicia: Ok. And you two go mingle, introduce yourselves.

Gloria: Oh, yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

Barbara: What on earth?

Gloria: I can't believe Jenna sent her that. I'm not ready for Felicia to find out about Jenna yet.

Barbara: Gloria, Felicia's bound to find out about Jenna someday.

Gloria: When I am ready for her to and not a moment sooner.

Matt: Hey.

Felicia: Hi.

Matt: Hey, how you doing?

Felicia: Oh, I'm glad you could come. Both of you.

Amanda: Hi.

Felicia: Hi, Amanda.

Matt: Listen, I am so happy for you. And, uh, I just got a letter from Dad and he told me how proud he was of you.

Felicia: You know what? I just got a telegram from him myself.

Matt: A telegram -- a telegram and a letter.

Amanda: Cory Publishing has always believed in you and in your writing. Right now you're just fulfilling the promise that my father saw in you when he first signed you on.

Felicia: That's a lovely thing for you to say, Amanda. I appreciate it.

Amanda: Well, I'm glad to be here. It's quite a crowd of your supporters.

Matt: I'm sorry about that. She's been, mm.

Lucas: Uh, everyone, Felicia would like to say a few words.

Felicia: What?

Matt: Oh, yeah.

Felicia: No, I wouldn't. No, I wouldn't.

Matt: Come on. A couple words.

Felicia: Luke.

Lucas: Come on.

Felicia: Ugh. All right, um, I would like to thank you all. Uh, obviously this night is very important to me. I did work very hard on this book. And if it wasn't for the help and support of Cory Publishing, I would have never finished it. It is true. And I want to thank you, Rachel and Amanda. I also want to say a special thank you to my agent, Gloria, who was her usual warm, wonderful self, thank God, and pulled me through once again. Thank you, darling. And I -- I guess I just want to say a thank you to all of you for sticking with me through thick and thin and for believing in me when I didn't always believe in myself. And, of course, I should drink a toast to romance. Without it I would not have a career.

Matt: Here, here.

Olivia: Cheers.

Felicia: And to love. First, last, and always. Cheers.

Olivia: Cheers.

[Applause]

Felicia: So.

Jamie: Good evening. I'm supposed to meet someone here tonight, but you look like you're closed.

Host: We are. Private party.

Jamie: I guess my friend made a mistake.

Host: Dr. Frame? Right this way.

Jamie: I guess this means we're dining alone.

Marley: Very alone. Did you see the parking lot?

Jamie: Three cars. Plus mine.

Marley: The chef, the waiter, you, and me. I'm glad you could make it.

Jamie: This is incredible. Did Vicky set this up?

Marley: No one saw me coming here. Well, Jamie, I needed this night with you tonight. It -- it could be the last chance we have alone for a long time.

Morgan: Let me ask you something off the record.

Ryan: Not if it has anything to do with my relationship with Vicky Hudson.

Morgan: Why not?

Ryan: I was dating her. You know that. It was -- it was common knowledge. But for some reason, when I arrested her sister for an attempted murder, that spark just went out the window.

Morgan: Hey, I said off the record. I meant it. How well do you know Marley?

Ryan: Not well.

Morgan: You like her?

Ryan: Yes.

Morgan: And she's pretty close with your girl -- her sister.

Ryan: As sisters go, I guess, yeah.

Morgan: What's your gut feeling? Do you think that Marley McKinnon is really capable of killing anyone?

Ryan: Why? Don't you?

Morgan: Did I say that?

Ryan: I thought you had a rock-solid case, counselor.

Morgan: Do you think it's even remotely possible that Marley may be taking the blame for something her sister did?

Ryan: What does this have to --

Reporter: Is the Hudson woman here yet?

Ryan: What is this?

Morgan: What?

Reporter: Vicky Hudson. She called a press conference for --

Vicky: Welcome to my party.

Reporter: Why are you coming out now?

Really, where has your sister been?

Morgan: If she screws up this case --

Vicky: Good evening, everyone.

Reporter: Miss Hudson, what's the --

Vicky: No questions, I'm here to make a statement. Is Shana Barr here?

Shana: Yes.

Vicky: Shana, I'm about to lift your label, if you don't mind.

Shana: I'm sorry?

Vicky: Sisters in silence -- catchy but out of date. Because I'm about to break the silence for both my sister and myself. I am here tonight to tell all of you everything you want to know. Pencils sharpened?

Matt: Well, you know where the glasses come from?

Olivia: No.

Matt: Yes, these are special crystal.

Sam: Special -- and where does that special crystal come from?

Olivia: And how do you know this, Matt?

Matt: Well, I know. I studied --

Felicia: Oh, Amanda, hi. You remember Gloria Norris. Amanda is the one who stuck by this project when Iris Wheeler wanted to break my contract.

Gloria: How do you do?

Amanda: Hello, it's nice to meet you.

Gloria: Oh, thank you. You, too.

Felicia: And this is her friend, Barbara Denton.

Barbara: Hello, pleasure.

Amanda: Felicia, can I speak to you alone, please?

Felicia: Yes, of course you can. Um, excuse me. I'll be back.

Gloria: Yes, ma'am.

Felicia: Honey, is everything all right?

Amanda: Oh, yeah, just great. Do you have any idea how difficult this evening is for me?

Felicia: Yes, as a matter of fact, I do know.

Amanda: Then why are you shoving Sam and Olivia down my throat.

Felicia: I'm sorry?

Amanda: You're encouraging them.

Matt: I think Amanda is a little uncomfortable with the two of you being here together.

Sam: Well, that's something she's going to have to get used to, isn't it?

Matt: Yep. You know, it's kind of strange being here without Dad.

Sam: Yeah, I hear you. I don't know, I guess some things aren't meant to be, huh?

Amanda: You made the toast of love and romance to Sam and Olivia.

Felicia: No, I did not.

Amanda: Felicia, don't lie to me.

Felicia: Honey, I --

Amanda: You're encouraging them. You and Lucas were separated from your daughter. I thought that you of all people would understand.

Felicia: Amanda, you're just upset --

Amanda: Yes, I am upset! I don't need people to remind me how I screwed up my marriage, and least of all, you.

John: You know, we're going to have to order some hard stuff soon or this bartender's going to start getting real cranky.

Taylor: I guess two club sodas doesn't exactly qualify us as paying customers. John, I'm really glad you got that message I left for you on the service.

John: Are you kidding me? When I heard that message, I knew I had to get down there. I wouldn't have missed this for the world. This is not exactly the safest place for you to be alone, Taylor.

Taylor: I don't exactly fit in, do I?

John: Well, you seem to be fitting in pretty well with old Ray.

Taylor: Ray has got quite a line. I can really see how some kid down on her luck -- how she could fall into his game. Look at her. She has got this guy completely wrapped around her finger. How she uses her body. She talks to him and how she touches him.

John: Seems to know what she's doing.

Taylor: She probably believes in her own sexuality -- uses it as bait. That's her power.

John: I don't think it's about power.

Taylor: You don't?

John: They use their bodies to validate their souls, and when they score up here they think they've done that. But in here they just keep chipping away at every bit of integrity and self esteem they have until there's absolutely nothing left. And that is when they really start to hate themselves. Sorry.

Taylor: You're thinking about Sharlene.

John: Whenever I see a woman like that -- I just can't imagine Sharlene feeling so low about herself that she --

Taylor: Hey, it's ok.

John: I thought that they cut off the funding for this project.

Taylor: They did, so I can't hire a staff, so I am doing as much legwork on my own as I can.

John: Well, I think you've done about as much legwork as you're going to do for tonight.

Taylor: I think so.

John: What do you say we let this bartender sell some liquor and let's get out of here.

Taylor: Where do you want to go?

John: Some place where we won't die from secondhand smoke.

Taylor: Ok.

[Reporters talking]

Morgan: Excuse me. Who authorized this circus?

Vicky: Are you talking to me?

Morgan: You cannot commandeer a district courtroom to hold a press conference, darling.

Vicky: Well, I thought there'd be a pretty hefty turnout, so -- and besides, I think it's pretty appropriate, don't you?

Reporter: Hey, let her talk.

2nd reporter: Yeah, let her speak.

Vicky: Thank you.

Morgan: Fine.

Vicky: All right. All of you here have been treating my family pretty poorly the past few weeks. In fact, after what you've done to us, it could be called harassment. But that's for another day, the day the jury acquits my sister.

Morgan: You have no right to do this.

Vicky: Oh, the last time I checked the freedom of speech laws had not been revoked, but it could be any day now with people like you calling the shots. I'm sorry, let me get to the point. My sister, Marley, did not -- I repeat -- did not shoot Jake McKinnon.

Reporter: Can you prove it?

Vicky: Do you mean, did I do it? Oh, now, see, the fact that you even think that that's a possibility is proof that the case against Marley is weak. Jake is not a nice man. Ask anybody who knew him. So it's another lucky blonde who's the trigger man -- or trigger person I should say.

Reporter: Are you saying that --

Vicky: What I'm saying is that you don't know who I am, or more importantly, who my sister is, and that is probably the most unfortunate thing of all. Because Marley has a big, big heart. I know this because she's let me in when I've done things that would have sent most people running. Marley loves her family. She's gentle. She's honest to a fault.

Morgan: She's unbelievable.

Ryan: She hasn't finished either.

Vicky: My sister Marley has been set up. She's miserable about that and about how all of you have been treating her. Now I -- I know -- I know this is not going to stop you from camping out in our driveway or from hounding us or from shoving your microphones down our throats when we're trying to eat, but I did want it to go on record that my sister has been treated unfairly. And after this case is over, you will all regret what you've done. Even you, Shana. Thank you for listening. Thank you, Todd.

Todd: Thank you.

Vicky: Thank you. Thank you, good-bye. Thank you.

Morgan: If you think this is going to get your sister a break, you are wrong.

Vicky: I'm sorry?

Morgan: You cannot grandstand like this in a court of law.

Vicky: Oh, why not? You do it every day, honey.

Morgan: Get her out of here before I make you arrest her.

Reporter: Uh, Miss Gray, tell --

Vicky: Are we going somewhere?

Ryan: Just not another word, ok? That's it, party's over.

Vicky: She's pretty upset with me, isn't she?

Ryan: Oh, well, that's a polite way of saying it.

Vicky: Well, what did I do?

Ryan: Just made it completely impossible for her to find a jury who's not the least bit sympathetic to your sister Marley. But you knew that, didn't you? What's your cereal's IQ?

Ken: Can we get out of here?

Rachel: Are you bored?

Ken: No, it's just, uh, you are so beautiful.

Rachel: Well, that's a very nice thing to say.

Ken: Sometimes it just hits me how lucky I am to have found you.

Rachel: I bet I know how.

Matt: I think I better take Amanda home.

Lucas: Why don't you let her -- let her talk to Felicia for a while.

Felicia: Amanda, I am sorry if I've done anything to offend you, but no one was more upset about your breakup with Sam than I was.

Amanda: But you blame it on me.

Felicia: No, I don't blame it on anyone.

Amanda: Sam told you things. I know he did.

Felicia: Honey, I think we need to get you home.

Amanda: Get your hands off me.

Matt: That's it.

Lucas: Let me take care of this, Matt.

Matt: What are you talking about?

Lucas: 'Cause I know what's going on over there, and the last thing that Amanda needs is someone from her family taking care of her. Now you stay here and you make sure your mother doesn't see this.

Hi, I think I have a great idea, um --

Felicia: Luke.

Lucas: Listen, why don't you go get Amanda's coat, ok?

Amanda: What do you think you're doing?

Lucas: Shh. Don't say another word, and get out of here without making a scene.

Amanda: I do not need a chaperone.

Lucas: You need a heart-to-heart.

Felicia: I hope nobody, uh, heard any of that.

Barbara: Lucas seemed to handle it all right.

Gloria: Oh, it's a wonderful party, honey.

Felicia: Publishing this book is the most important thing I've ever done in my life except that -- well, I better go talk to Amanda's family and smooth this over. Excuse me again.

Gloria: Yes, ma'am.

Barbara: There isn't that much time, Gloria, is there?

Gloria: No.

Barbara: She still thinks about finding her daughter, doesn't she?

Gloria: Every day of her life.

Barbara: Then maybe you should tell her, Gloria. She'll understand. Tell Felicia about Jenna yourself before it's too late.

Jamie: Well, you did it.

Marley: I did what?

Jamie: Made me feel like I'm back on the Riviera.

Marley: Oh, I did?

Jamie: You see that window? Maybe if we look out that, we'll see the sea.

Marley: I wish.

Jamie: You look beautiful, Marley.

Marley: You've been so good to me, Jamie.

Jamie: I love you, it's easy.

Marley: I -- I wanted to have this night with you because after tomorrow --

Jamie: Tomorrow is not the end of the world. In fact, the trial is going to feel like a relief after all this waiting. I promise you that.

Marley: Jamie.

Jamie: Marley, maybe we can't see that much of each other right now, but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, ok?

Marley: I love you.

Jamie: And I love you.

Jamie: I was going to give this to Vicky to give to you.

Marley: Jamie.

Jamie: Like it?

Marley: It's beautiful.

Jamie: The jeweler told me that the gold symbolizes courage.

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: And that the jade is for serenity and love. I told him it was perfect for you. Listen to me, any time you feel bad during the trial or sad, I want you to look at this and think of me and know that you're in my heart always.

Marley: And you're in mine.

Vicky: Bridget, I'm home.

Ryan: Ah, the inner sanctum.

Vicky: What are you mumbling about?

Ryan: I've just never been in your bedroom before. I -- it wasn't how I pictured it.

Vicky: Oh, well, pay close attention. You're not going to see it again.

Ryan: Where's Marley?

Vicky: She's having a romantic dinner with Jamie.

Ryan: Is that why you pulled that stunt?

Vicky: My press conference was not a stunt. It was a rip-roaring triumph if I do say so myself. And, yes, I -- I did do it so those nitwit reporters would stay away from Marley.

Ryan: Oh, who would have thought?

Vicky: Who would have thought what?

Ryan: Who would have thought that you have a romantic bone left in your body?

Vicky: Oh, I have a couple. They're just hard to find.

Ryan: Think you'll ever let me look for them again someday?

Vicky: I -- I thought I lost all that we'd had. I haven't, have I? [Giggling] [Singing]

John: Be careful of the bear.

Taylor: Bear?

John: Bear, where?

Taylor: What?

John: What? I didn't say bear. I said beer. Beer -- beer can. There's a beer can over there.

Taylor: John.

John: Holy cow.

Taylor: John.

John: Yes, Taylor?

Taylor: John.

John: Mm-hmm.

Taylor: Can you tell me what it is that we're doing out here in the woods at night in the cold with all of this snow all around.

John: It's really not that cold.

Taylor: My teeth are chattering.

John: Taylor, look, we're out here. Our path is lit by this beautiful moonlit sky and there's only a couple of inches of snow.

Taylor: Yeah, ok, so we got that cleared up. So what are we doing here?

John: I'm glad you asked me that question. This. This, Taylor, is the official Taylor Benson Christmas tree.

Taylor: That's for me?

John: Mm-hmm.

Taylor: John, I thought maybe you'd forgotten.

John: No, no, I told you we're going to do this.

Taylor: Oh. Yeah, but, uh -- oh. You always bring your shovel with you?

John: Uh, no. No, not always. Only when I dig. I never chop, only dig. That way after the holidays we can go and plant it in your front yard. Never chop.

Taylor: John, isn't the ground frozen?

John: Ah, no, don't worry about that. I can handle this.

Taylor: Oh, this is great. I -- I'm -- nobody has ever done anything this nice for me, not ever. Oh, John.

John: Never?

Taylor: Never. My mother used to have this big aluminum thing with red lights all over it.

John: Oo, stop.

Taylor: [Laughs] I mean -- I -- I don't think I even have any ornaments.

John: Well, that's ok. Listen, I string a real mean popcorn garland. The best.

Taylor: I love my tree.

John: Good.

Taylor: Thanks.

John: No problem.

Jamie: I'd give anything to sweep you up in my arms again and carry you off to Nice or some other magical place where no one would ever find us.

Ryan: It doesn't have to ruin it for us.

Vicky: Well, don't get too excited about being in my bedroom because Marley's staying here anyway.

Ryan: Well, that night that I spent here, the night of the blizzard, meant a lot to me. It was kind of intense, wasn't it?

Vicky: Yeah, it was. Still is.

Ryan: I kind of lost it when, um, I found out that all of that passion was just a cover to steal the key to the evidence room.

Vicky: Oh, it wasn't. Ryan, I'm -- it was real. Believe me, it -- it was real.

Ryan: Well, I realized a lot about you that night.

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Ryan: I also saw how far you were willing to go to protect your sister.

Vicky: So you understand?

Ryan: No, I understand, but I don't think I can forget.

Vicky: What do you mean?

Ryan: I want you, but I don't trust you. And those two things don't mix. What's wrong?

Vicky: I don't know.

Marley's voice: Dear Vicky, I have to leave town. I know how much this must hurt you, but I have no choice.

Ryan: What is it?

Marley's voice: I could never get through the trial without betraying you. I won't be able to lie. Please don't hate me for not being as strong as you are. I'm trying very hard to find some of that strength inside myself.

Ryan: Vicky, what -- what is that?

Marley's voice: I wish it came as easily for me as it seems to for you. Don't try to find me. It can only hurt us both. Give this check to Jamie. It should cover the money he put up for my bail. I love you, Vicky, and I carry you with me always. Love, Marley.

Ryan: Vicky, what happened?

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