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Another World Transcript Friday 11/17/06

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Felicia: Gloria has never been late for an appointment in her life. Why won't you tell me? I see. All right. Yes, thank you anyway. Yes. Bye-bye.

Olivia: Hi.

Felicia: Hi, Olivia.

Olivia: Hi, I stopped by your apartment, but you weren't there. So I --

Felicia: Oh, no, we're setting up for lunch right now. But, you know, I can stop for a second and have a cup of coffee.

Olivia: No, that's fine. I'm kind of grungy to be here.

Felicia: Oh, honey, don't be silly. Come on, pull up a stool.

Olivia: [Sighs]

Felicia: So what is it?

Olivia: Well, I had a class this morning, but I thought I would -- it was canceled, so I thought I'd stop by and tell you how much fun Sam and I had at your party.

Felicia: Oh, good. Yeah, I had fun, too.

Olivia: And I wanted to thank you for inviting the two of us.

Felicia: Why wouldn't I?

Olivia: Well, I know that you are very friendly with the Corys, and I would have understood if you hadn't wanted me there.

Felicia: I think people -- well, at least most people, handle it very well, don't you?

Olivia: Yes, I -- I thought so.

Felicia: So how are you and Sam?

Olivia: Oh, we are --

Felicia: Everything ok?

Olivia: Yeah, fine. We are just fine. Sure.

Felicia: You know, you came all the way over here when you could've phoned me. I mean, call me crazy, but why do I get the feeling you want to talk about something?

Olivia: It's that obvious, is it?

Felicia: No, not at all. What is it?

Olivia: Amanda offered Sam a job as art director at "Brava."

Felicia: Did she?

Olivia: He wasn't going to take the job, but he needs the money. So I told him he should just go ahead.

Felicia: And now you're wondering if you did the right thing, right?

Olivia: Felicia, I trust Sam. I really do. I can't trust Amanda. I just can't.

Amanda: You are not gonna be sorry, Sam.

Sam: I hope not.

Amanda: Hey, we treat our art directors very well at "Brava."

Sam: Amanda, I remember.

Hilda: Amanda, could you come and look at the tree just for a minute? There is something --

Amanda: Sure.

Hilda: I want to check about the balance. What do you think?

Amanda: Oh, it'll be fine, really. It'll be fine.

Sam: It's a great tree.

Amanda: Are you gonna miss it?

Sam: The tree?

Amanda: Christmas with this family.

Sam: Amanda, I'm not part of this family anymore.

Amanda: Maybe not on paper, but --

Sam: No, in every way, and I think that's something for you to keep in mind, especially if we are going to work together.

[Phone rings]

Sam: I'll see you.

Amanda: Cory residence. Hi, Elaine. You're kidding. Oh, no. Sam!

Jamie: Are you all right?

Vicky: I'm fine.

Jamie: What's going on?

Sam: Hey, calm down. What's the problem?

Amanda: Everything. Jeffery, our art director, left everything in a shambles, but you know that.

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: His assistant just got fed up, threw everything up in the air and left.

Sam: Do you have a deadline?

Amanda: Yes, the cover has to be in by tonight.

Sam: Is there anyone else that can finish it?

Amanda: No, I don't think so. I'm going over there right now.

Sam: All right, do you want me to do it?

Amanda: You?

Sam: Well, I sort of got that impression when you bellowed my name out.

Amanda: I didn't bellow.

Sam: The question still stands. Do you want me to do it or not?

Amanda: Sure, I would. I can't ask you to do that. It's out of the question. You don't start for another week, you have a life, I --

Sam: It's ok, don't worry about it.

Amanda: Really?

Sam: Amanda, I'm just being professional. I would make the same offer to anyone who just hired me.

Amanda: We'll pay you for the full week.

Sam: No, just for the days that I work until next week, all right, just like anyone else.

Amanda: Purely professional.

Sam: Right.

Amanda: May I thank you?

Sam: Sure.

Amanda: Thank you. I think we should get over there.

Sam: Wait one minute? I've got to call Olivia.

Olivia: So I told him if he wasn't taking the job just because of me, then that was ridiculous.

Felicia: Is that why he wasn't gonna take the job?

Olivia: Yeah, I think so. As soon as I told him I didn't mind -- well, put it this way, I know how he thinks. He is going to take the job.

Felicia: That's very generous of you. It is.

Olivia: He makes me happy. He makes me happier than I've ever been.

Felicia: And you want to make him happy, too, right?

Olivia: Right. It was humiliating for him having to sell in a gallery where he'd shown his own work. I know I've done the right thing.

Felicia: Yeah, I could tell you really mean that.

Olivia: Felicia, Amanda wants him back.

Felicia: Oh, honey. You know, if he wanted to go back to Amanda, he would. Wouldn't matter if he was working in Timbuktu.

Olivia: Right. You're right.

Felicia: You really hate yourself for being so selfless, don't you?

Olivia: I'll tell you something. When he was standing right beside me, I felt for sure I was doing the right thing. But now I keep thinking about him spending all those hours with Amanda, day after day.

Felicia: You should've kept your big mouth shut.

Olivia: I should've kept my big mouth shut. Yes. Oh.

Felicia: You know, honey, if it's gonna last with Sam or with anybody, you're gonna have to learn to trust him.

Olivia: I do trust him, but he used to be married to her.

Felicia: I know, and that's hard. But, you know, after he finishes working with Amanda, and he cannot wait to come home and be with you, that's when you are gonna know that you can believe in yourself.

Olivia: So until that happens, I shouldn't shine bright lights in his eyes and force him to tell me about every single second that he spends with her?

Felicia: Probably not. No, not a good idea. Honey, you are a lovely, warm person, and that's what Sam sees in you. And when you start to see it in you, that's when it's not gonna matter where he works.

Olivia: Ok, thanks.

Felicia: You're welcome, any time.

Olivia: I better go.

Felicia: All right.

Barbara, hi.

Barbara: Hello, Felicia. Sorry to interrupt.

Olivia: Oh, no, I was -- I'm on my way out. Thanks again.

Felicia: You're welcome, honey. Say hello to Sam.

Olivia: I will.

Felicia: Where is Gloria? She's not here.

Barbara: She is not going to be able to make it.

Felicia: Why? We were going over the last few changes of the book.

Barbara: I know. I thought you and I could do that.

Felicia: Barbara, please don't take this personally, but -- well, I'm just used to working with Gloria, and I haven't really consented to, well, you taking over her responsibilities. You understand?

Barbara: I see.

Felicia: So if she can't make it, it's all right. We will schedule it for another time.

Barbara: Oh, boy.

Felicia: What? What is it? What's going on?

Barbara: I don't think that's going to be possible, Felicia.

Felicia: Why?

Barbara: It's Gloria. They put her in the hospital last night.

Vicky: Nothing's going on.

Judge Woods: Mrs. McKinnon.

Vicky: Right here, your honor.

Judge Woods: Would you please take your place next to counsel? I mean, if it wouldn't inconvenience you?

Vicky: Yes, sir.

Judge Woods: Mrs. McKinnon, are you aware that it's very bad form to be late for the first day of your own trial?

Vicky: Yes, sir. I'm very sorry.

Judge Woods: This is not a social event. If it happens and you come in late again, we will be flirting with a contempt citation.

Vicky: What a jerk.

Cass: What?

Vicky: I -- I was saying, what a jury must think of me showing up late like this.

Cass: Oh, well, fortunately we don't have a jury yet. Is everything all right?

Vicky: Oh, fine, just fine.

Judge Woods: We'll take a short recess and start the voir dire as soon as the court reconvenes.

Bailiff: All rise.

Cass: So what happened?

Vicky: What?

Cass: Why were you late?

Donna: Didn't Victoria give you any reason for not coming?

Bridget: No, she just said she couldn't come.

Michael: Vicky said that?

Bridget: That's right.

Donna: Oh, dear, it must have been too upsetting for her.

Bridget: Oh, that's right. That's -- that's what it was.

Jamie: But it is not like Vicky to just stay away.

Michael: It certainly isn't. Victoria wouldn't miss this trial for anything.

Donna: This is the same courtroom you had her in last year, Jamie. I'm sure that Marley realized that and insisted that Victoria stay away.

Bridget: That's exactly the way it was.

Michael: That's ridiculous. I'm going to go call her now.

Bridget: No, Mr. Michael, no.

Michael: Why? Why not?

Bridget: Well --

Donna: Well, she has probably got her hands full with Steven.

Bridget: Oh, yes, of course. I mean, I'm here in the courtroom.

Jamie: I don't understand it. I talked to Vicky this morning. She didn't seem that upset.

Bridget: Well, you see, there were several things that happened after you left.

Frankie: Cass?

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: May I see you for a minute, please?

Cass: Yeah, sure. Excuse us.

Frankie: Excuse us.

Vicky: Did you do it?

Bridget: Yes, but I'm a terrible liar.

Vicky: Oh, well, you didn't say anything, did you?

Bridget: No, Ms. Donna did all the talking.

Vicky: Oh, bless her big mouth.

Bridget: Yes, well, are you all right, dear?

Vicky: Marley didn't by any chance tell you what Cass and she discussed in their meeting yesterday, did she?

Bridget: No, why?

Vicky: Because Cass wants her to -- well, me to help him pick out the jury.

Bridget: Victoria, this whole thing is going to blow up right in your face.

Vicky: Just calm down. It is going to be fine. Now, I'll pick out the jury. I'll use my instincts.

Bridget: Oh, no.

Vicky: Bridget, don't worry. It will be all right. The worst part is over. Oh, no.

Bridget: You were just saying?

Felicia: Gloria.

Gloria: Barbara opened her big mouth, didn't she?

Felicia: Did you really expect that I wouldn't find out?

Gloria: I was hoping you wouldn't find out.

Felicia: Why?

Gloria: Because I knew that you'd come running over here with flowers. I have hay fever. And candy, I'm on a diet. And some bed jacket that's gonna make me look like June Allyson.

Felicia: You know what, you are just crabby, that's all.

Gloria: What is all that?

Felicia: Flowers, candy, and a bed jacket, but it is not gonna make you look like June Allyson. It's more like Myrna Loy.

Gloria: I rest my case.

Felicia: Ok, ok, forget this stuff.

Now, would you please tell me what you're doing in here?

Gloria: I am in here because I am exhausted from dealing with all you temperamental authors. I needed a rest.

Felicia: When you need a rest, you go to a spa. You don't come to a place with bad food and a bathroom down the hall. Sick people come here.

Gloria: Oh, Felicia, don't worry.

Felicia: You know, I'm really starting to get angry at you. I really am.

Gloria: Why?

Felicia: Because you got me through my whole career, and now you won't take anything in return.

Gloria: What do you call 10%?

Felicia: Money, a medium of exchange. Oh, Gloria, come on. If you are going through a difficult time, I want to help you.

Gloria: Oh, Felicia, you know how you're always telling me you don't know anything about me. Well, that is because there is nothing to know. I have an apartment, it's beige. I have a car, same color. I dye my hair. That's all there is to know.

Felicia: I don't believe that.

Gloria: Believe it. You, your books, that has been my life. And now you know all there is to know.

Felicia: I still don't know what you are doing in here.

Gloria: Oh, Felicia.

Felicia: Gloria, I'm a good friend. I mean, everybody says so. It's one of my best qualities. Honey, please, let me help you. Let me be your friend.

Gloria: Oh, you are, you are. You're here in spite of my mood. That's all that you can do.

Amanda: And I want you to make sure that Mr. Fowler has everything that he needs. He's on a very tight deadline here. Why don't you send him a runner? Somebody good. Yeah, maybe Arnie. Great. Thanks, Elaine.

Amanda: So what do you think?

Sam: Well, the office hasn't changed much, that's for sure.

Amanda: No, the office hasn't. Everything else has.

Sam: It's hard to believe, isn't it?

Amanda: What, that it's only been a couple of years?

Sam: Yep.

[Knock at door]

Amanda: Yes.

Woman: Hi, I'm Laura Jones, Mrs. Fowler. You asked for a runner.

Amanda: Oh, I thought they were sending Arnie.

Laura: No, he's busy. Mr. Fowler.

Sam: Hi. Why don't you call me Sam?

Laura: Oh, ok, great. Look, I think I have everything that you need.

Sam: All right, good. I need to take a look at the whole issue and any mock-up covers you might have, if there are any, and all the available art. And have you gotten approval on the cover lines yet?

Amanda: No, not yet.

Sam: All right, fine. We'll do that tonight. I need this stuff by yesterday, ok?

Laura: Yeah, I'll just get it together for you in 10 minutes, ok?

Sam: Great, thank you.

Laura: Thanks.

Amanda: She's new. If you want somebody better, I can call back and --

Sam: No, no, she seems all right. She seems eager to please.

Amanda: I know what you're thinking.

Sam: Do you?

Amanda: The last time you had a runner that was so eager to please, it was me.

Cass: It says here that you moved to Bay City five years ago and before that you lived on your parents' farm.

Woman: That's right.

Cass: And that you are working as a secretary during the day to pay for night school.

Woman: Mm-hmm.

Cass: Sounds hard.

Woman: I don't mind. I've worked hard for everything I've ever had.

Cass: And you are proud of that?

Woman: Well, shouldn't I be?

Cass: Well, I just wonder if you can be objective about a person who hasn't worked for everything she has.

Woman: You mean her?

Cass: Yes, I do.

Woman: Well, from what I've seen, I don't think much of her, but I'm sure I could be objective about whether she did something or not.

Cass: Yes, thank you very much. Your honor, I move that we strike this juror for cause.

Morgan: Objection, your honor. Miss Cleary has said that she could be impartial.

Judge Woods: I tend to agree.

Cass: Your honor, I need a moment to confer with my client, please.

What do you think?

Vicky: I don't know. What can we do? The Judge agrees with Morgan.

Cass: Marley, I explained all of this to you yesterday.

Vicky: I know, Cass, I'll do whatever you think is right.

Cass: Your honor, we preempt this juror.

Judge Woods: All right. You are excused, Miss Cleary. I'm calling a short recess while the bailiff readies the next panel.

Bailiff: The court is in recess for 20 minutes.

Cass: I think it would help a little if you could try to calm down.

Vicky: Calm down?

Cass: Yes, you seem kind of jumpy today, and it's understandable. But to an outsider it might seem like defensiveness.

Vicky: I'm sorry, Cass. I'm doing the best I can.

Cass: I know but -- you understand after what I told you yesterday that --

Vicky: Do you --

Cass: It is critical --

Vicky: Do you mind if -- if I take a couple of minutes?

Cass: No, if that will help, I don't mind at all.

Vicky: It definitely will. Thank you.

Jamie: Marley.

John: It's just not like Vicky not to show up.

Michael: I know.

John: Look, Mike, I can't stay. I've got to get back to the hospital.

Michael: All right, look, thank you so much for coming. Donna and I will call you later and let you know how things went. Ok, I gotta go talk to Cass.

John: Ok.

Michael: Excuse me.

Taylor: I have to get back, too, John. But tell me, should my tree and I be expecting you this evening?

John: I'm sorry, Taylor, but I got the duty all night.

Ryan: Excuse me. I just called up Vicky's house a little while ago, and there was no answer.

John: Mm-hmm.

Ryan: Do you have any idea where she may have gone?

John: No, I don't.

Ryan: Thanks.

John: Excuse us.

Frankie: Do you think the Judge is really angry that Marley was late?

Cass: He's not pleased.

Frankie: Do you think that's why he is not letting you get rid of anyone for cause?

Donna: Oh, that's right. He keeps siding with that Graves woman.

Cass: Look, we've -- there are a couple of jurors that I'd have liked to have preempted, but it's not that bad.

Michael: Where does this leave us? I mean, is this going to give us a jury that's hostile to Marley?

Donna: How could anyone be hostile to Marley? All they have to do is know her.

Cass: But that's just it. They are not going to get a chance to know her. The state presents its case first. And what I'm gonna have to try to do is counteract the picture that Morgan is going to try to paint.

Michael: Cass, are you gonna put Marley on the stand?

Cass: I'd like to. She could be her own best witness, but she has to be on top of everything, and she has to be telling the absolute truth.

Michael: What do you mean? You don't think she's doing that now? Is that what you're saying?

Bridget: Ryan is never going to -- he is going to ask you where Victoria is. You know, he is never going to believe that you are Marley.

Vicky: Bridget, what do you want me to do, tell him and the Judge and everybody else that Marley flew the coop?

Bridget: Of course not. Just if I didn't have this uncomfortable feeling that you've been waiting for this to happen.

Vicky: Don't be ridiculous. Just go into the room, scope the room, find Ryan, and keep him busy. Go, go.

Bridget: Scope the room?

Vicky: Go, go, go.

Woman: Hello.

Vicky: Hello.

Woman: Remember me?

Vicky: Yes, you were going to be on the jury, but you said something to the Judge.

Woman: I thought I had to tell him that I knew you.

Vicky: I beg your pardon.

Woman: It's ok, we only met once. I came by the clinic before it opened with my little girl.

Vicky: Oh, I remember.

Woman: You were so wonderful with her. I know you couldn't do this thing. I'm not a good liar or I would have let them put me on the jury.

Vicky: No, no. You -- you couldn't do that.

Woman: But the others, they'll see what I see. They won't convict you.

Vicky: Uh, I hope not.

Woman: Well, I have to go.

Vicky: I -- thank you.

Woman: Sure.

Ryan: Where's Vicky?

Vicky: She decided not to come.

Ryan: No, I want the real story. Why isn't she here?

Amanda: Well, he said it was great. I just wish that we could punch up this story a little bit more, you know?

Sam: All right, well, I've got some art, and we can take it here and insert it there. What do you think?

Amanda: Yeah, that would be great.

Sam: All right, good. I'll get to work on it then.

Amanda: You know, it's funny. Working with you like this, it's almost like you never left.

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: I guess you probably regret ever working here at all.

Sam: Working here wasn't the problem.

Amanda: I was.

Sam: No, we were just two different people.

Amanda: Well, it didn't seem like it then, not to me.

Amanda: Do you ever regret the time that we had together?

Sam: How could I regret that time? Alli came out of it.

Amanda: You're right.

Sam: I think we were just -- you were too naive and idealistic and to get involved with a cynic like me. That's what happened.

Amanda: Olivia is idealistic and naive, but I --

Sam: Amanda!

Amanda: Sorry.

Sam: I need to work. Thank you.

All right, there we go. This is just a rough sketch, but at least it gives you an idea of what it's gonna look like.

Amanda: You moved the masthead?

Sam: Well, yeah, you've got such a hot issue right here, I wanted to make sure we have room for it. You don't like it.

Amanda: Oh, no, I love it.

Sam: All right, good. We can do that then.

Amanda: That's one of the reasons why I wanted you back here, nobody thinks like you do. I'll tell you what though. Instead of that, why don't we see if we can use something with more color for the artwork?

Sam: That's fine, we can do more color.

Amanda: See, you know, something more like that.

Sam: Olivia, hi.

Olivia: Hi. I got your message. Am I interrupting something?

Amanda: No. No, not at all. We're in good shape now. Why don't you just give me a call when you need the final approval, ok?

Sam: Right.

Amanda: Goodbye, Olivia.

Olivia: See you around, Amanda. So you really took me at my word.

Sam: Well, I asked Amanda about the job. I told her I'd take it, then something came up. I didn't expect to be working this soon, but they had an emergency.

Olivia: Yeah, you went right to work.

Sam: Well, they had an emergency. I had to do it. I had no choice.

Olivia: Well, by the look on your face when I walked in here, you must have been pretty eager to get right back at it.

Sam: Olivia, what are you getting at?

Olivia: Don't you think this is moving just a little bit fast, Sam?

Vicky: It was me. I asked Vicky not to come.

Ryan: And Vicky, being the obedient child that she is, just decided to stay home?

Vicky: Vicky doesn't always do as she pleases. She is capable of listening to reason.

Ryan: I guess I must have missed those times.

Vicky: Well, she listens to me because she cares about me. She does, and this whole thing has been terrible for her, too.

Ryan: I know. That's why I'm surprised that she's not here.

Vicky: Oh.

Ryan: Look, if you do see Vicky, tell her that I'd like to talk to her.

Vicky: About my case?

Ryan: No, I'd just like to talk to her. I miss her.

Vicky: You do?

Ryan: Yeah.

Jamie: Ryan, if you're badgering her, I want it to stop.

Vicky: No, no, he is not. It's all right.

Ryan: Take care, Marley.

Vicky: Thank you. I -- I don't think we should be standing so close.

Jamie: Marley, you went right by me-- by me on the way out here.

Vicky: I know, I'm sorry.

Jamie: I came by to see you this morning. Vicky said you were out.

Vicky: Oh, yes, I -- I went for a walk.

Jamie: How are you feeling?

Vicky: I'm all right.

Jamie: Marley, you can level with me.

Vicky: I am.

Jamie: I couldn't wait to see you. Last night was --

Vicky: Jamie, I -- I really don't think that this right here is such a good idea.

Jamie: What?

Vicky: Oh, there's Morgan, and she -- she's looking at us.

Jamie: Marley, I just need to -- the bracelet.

Vicky: What?

Jamie: Honey, I know you have a lot on your mind, but you promised me that you were never gonna take that off.

Vicky: Oh, I wasn't. Um, I didn't want to wear it in the shower, and then I realized that I was late and rushing. I'm really, really sorry.

Jamie: It's ok. You can wear it tomorrow.

Bridget: They're starting.

Vicky: Ok, I have to go.

Vicky: Why didn't you tell me that he gave Marley a bracelet that she said she was never going to take off?

Bridget: Well, I'm not clairvoyant, dear. I don't know everything.

Vicky: All right, just keep Jamie away from me.

Frankie: Hi.

Jamie: Frankie, hi.

Frankie: How are you doing?

Jamie: I'm fine. It's Marley.

Frankie: Yeah, I know. I guess she must be nervous. See ya.

Jamie: Yeah. I guess that's it.

Sam: When you said it wouldn't bother you, I realized that it was something I wanted to do.

Olivia: I guess.

Sam: I mean, when I left here I was layout editor, but now as art director I'm having a say in the entire magazine.

Olivia: Well, you'll be great at it. No wonder Amanda is so excited.

Sam: The money is great, too, Olivia. We can actually do things now. I mean, Chinese takeout is not gonna be the only thing we're out there doing.

Olivia: I like Chinese takeout.

Sam: Yeah, but staying at home all the time will wear thin pretty fast, believe me.

Olivia: Well, that's great. I'm glad you're happy.

Sam: You're not too happy. What's up?

Olivia: I got another message today from the Manhattan Ballet.

Sam: Yeah?

Olivia: They want me to understudy Clara in their production of "The Nutcracker."

Sam: Well, that's great. Maybe you'll get to go on then.

Olivia: Sam, I'd have to leave right away, and I'd be gone all through Christmas.

Sam: Oh. But if you get to dance then --

Olivia: No, I won't get to dance. What I'll get to do is learn the part, and then I will spend my entire Christmas holiday being a snowflake or a flower or something like that --

Sam: Ok, ok, I see.

Olivia: And I won't get to be with you.

Sam: Maybe you should turn it down then.

Olivia: They're already not very happy that I don't live in Manhattan. If I turn this down, they might cast someone else in "Romeo and Juliet."

Sam: Well, maybe you should take it then. I don't know.

Olivia: What do you want me to do?

Sam: Olivia, it's your decision.

Olivia: Well, I guess I'll just think about it some more then.

Sam: I don't know why you would need to think about it. I know how badly you want to dance in New York.

Olivia: Well, look, you just told me it was my decision.

Sam: [Chuckles] Wait a minute. Why am I getting this feeling you are trying to pressure me to get you to turn it down?

Olivia: Oh, and heaven knows you would never do something like that, now would you?

Sam: Oh, Olivia, come on --

Olivia: You're doing what you want to do, so I'm going to do exactly the same thing. I'm not going to New York unless I want to -- me!

Olivia: Goodbye.

Sam: Oh.

[Sighs heavily]

Felicia: Gloria, we are not going to work on my book while you're in here.

Gloria: Dr. Hudson, would you tell her that I am going to go crazy in here if I don't have something to do?

Felicia: Hi.

John: Hello, Felicia.

Felicia: I'm so glad you're on this case.

Gloria: Thank goodness. He's the only one around here who talks so that you can understand him.

Felicia: She is just very crabby, but she is one of my best friends and my agent. And I'm relieved that -- that he's here with you.

John: I need to speak with you alone for a moment.

Gloria: Blood work came back, didn't it?

John: Yes, it did.

Felicia: I'm not leaving.

Gloria: Felicia.

Felicia: Look, you are not gonna joke your way out of this one. You need to be with somebody now, and it's going to be me.

John: Gloria?

Gloria: Oh, let her stay. She's gonna find out anyway. She's the nosiest person that ever lived.

John: Ok. A bone marrow exam would help us be more specific, but judging from the white blood count in the cells that we are seeing --

Gloria: Dr. Hudson, cut to the chase. You are the one that talks to me so I can understand, remember? Did you find what you thought you were gonna find?

John: Yes, we did.

Judge Woods: Thank you. You are dismissed. I'm going to order a recess. Court will reconvene on the day after Christmas. Jury selection can be completed then.

Bailiff: All rise.

Cass: What are you thinking?

Vicky: If we don't get a few more friendly faces on the jury, I'm dead meat.

Cass: Excuse me?

Vicky: Oh, I'm sorry. I think I've been spending too much time with Vicky.

Cass: Yeah, maybe you have. Look, Marley, I have to talk to Jamie again.

Vicky: About what?

Cass: I saw the two of you together out in the hall. He's got to stay clear of you, especially here. If you can't bring yourself to make him understand, I will.

Vicky: You'll talk to him?

Cass: Now I know this is a very difficult time for you, but --

Vicky: No, I -- I think that's a good idea.

Cass: You do?

Vicky: Yes, I -- I mean, I care about him so much, but if it's gonna hurt my case, then -- then I don't think we should be seen together.

Cass: Ok, I'll talk to him.

Vicky: Ok.

Michael: Oh.

Frankie: Oh.

Michael: Honey, are you all right?

Donna: It must be horrible sitting here and hearing them talk about you.

Vicky: I'm all right, really.

Frankie: I can't believe that Vicky stayed away. I thought for sure she'd be here by now.

Donna: Victoria has done everything for Marley since this happened.

Frankie: I wasn't trying to imply that she hasn't, Donna.

Donna: She has been as strong and loyal as a person can be. If she's not here today, I'm sure there is a very good reason. Come on, darling.

Michael: Hey, wait, wait, don't go. I'll tell you what. Why don't you come over to the house tonight for dinner?

Donna: Oh, I'd love that.

Vicky: Oh --

Michael: Yeah, we can call Vicky, and then we can all sit around and talk about the trial today.

Vicky: I'm sorry, Dad, but I just need to be alone. I really need to be all alone all day.

Donna: You do? Oh, but --

Vicky: Yeah, I am very tired. You understand.

Michael: Ok, fine. We'll -- we'll see both of you over the holidays, ok?

Bridget: The car is downstairs, dear.

Vicky: Ok, I have to go. I will talk to you all later.

Donna: It's going very well, darling.

Jamie: Marley, Marley.

Vicky: Oh, Cass wants to talk to you, Jamie.

Jamie: Now?

Vicky: Yes, he -- he said now.

Jamie: Ok. I'll call you later.

Vicky: All right, later is great.

Bridget: Come on, dear.

Jamie: I love you, Marley.

Ryan: Hi.

Vicky: Hi.

Ryan: Just tell Vicky what I said, ok?

Vicky: Yes, I will.

Ryan: Thanks.

Taylor: Saint Vincent's, that is fabulous news.

Doctor: Well, that letter of recommendation that you wrote really helped.

Taylor: No, they only accept the cream of the residents from all over the country. Now, my letter wouldn't have helped if that wasn't you.

Doctor: Still, if there is ever anything that I can do for you.

Taylor: You know what? As a matter of fact, there is.

John: I'll be back later on tonight.

Gloria: Thank you, John, really.

John: Don't let her get too tired.

Felicia: No, I won't.

Felicia: So you want to talk?

Gloria: Felicia, I know that you are not that crazy about Barbara, but I think that maybe you should try to get used to her.

Felicia: You're really sick, aren't you?

Gloria: Uh, yeah. I started getting these terrible headaches, and then I'd wake up in the middle of the night and I'd be just covered with sweat. But I hate doctors, so I kept telling myself that it would just go away.

Felicia: And it didn't?

Gloria: No. When John was talking to me just now, he was just being sort of, uh --

Felicia: Circumspect.

Gloria: Because you were here. Oh, Felicia, honey, stop being so damn bullheaded and learn to work with Barbara because I don't think I'm gonna be coming back to work.

Felicia: Oh, Gloria.

Gloria: Now don't you start crying. I am gonna call that nurse of mine. You know, the one with the face like a prune and a disposition to match and have you booted out of here.

Felicia: Ok, ok.

Felicia: If I promise not to cry, will you at least talk about it with me?

Gloria: It's almost Christmas, isn't it?

Felicia: Yes, honey.

Gloria: It's so funny. You just -- you just never know in here.

Taylor: So have you had a chance to talk with Michael yet?

John: No, I haven't. I have been too busy.

Taylor: Oh, poor John.

Doctor: Hudson.

John: Yeah?

Doctor: You are a lucky man.

John: I am, why?

Doctor: Well, you remember all those times that you covered for me?

John: I certainly do.

Doctor: I am paying you back tonight. You're free, get it?

John: Yeah, I get it, but I am just not sure that I believe it.

Why do you suppose he did that?

Taylor: You heard him. He said he owes you.

John: Yeah, but --

Taylor: John, why knock it? You've got a free evening.

John: Oh, yes, yes, that's true. I have a free evening, and you happen to have an undressed Christmas tree that I stuck you with, right?

Taylor: Right.

John: Well, why don't I drop by about 8:00, and we'll see if we can remedy the situation?

Taylor: That would be perfect.

John: I'll see you then.

Taylor: Ok.

Morgan: See you after the holidays, counselor.

Cass: I hope you don't get a lump of coal in your stocking.

Morgan: Oh, I know exactly what I want for Christmas. And after today, I am pretty sure I am going to get it. Happy holidays.

Jamie: Marley said you wanted to talk to me.

Cass: Yes, I do. Thank you for waiting for Morgan to leave.

Jamie: Sure. If it's about Marley, I thought --

Cass: It's about you.

Jamie: Me?

Cass: I asked you to stay away from Marley, especially here. It seems you are ignoring me.

Jamie: Cass, I love her.

Cass: I know that! But if you want a chance at building a future with her, you've got to stay away from her right now. I'm sorry, but that's the way it's got to be. I hope the damage hasn't already been done.

Jamie: Damage, to her case?

Cass: And to her personally. She is under a tremendous amount of stress. You saw what she was like today.

Jamie: Yeah, I did.

Vicky: I think that babysitter was fine. Steven seemed to like her. I think we can keep her through the trial.

Bridget: Victoria.

Vicky: Who's reading "Moby Dick"? If she gets a little too nosey, then you can just stay here. I think I can handle everything else.

Bridget: Victoria.

Vicky: I know that Cass is handling Jamie for me, and all I have to do is keep dodging Ryan. And my parents are a little bit of a sticky situation.

Bridget: Victoria.

Vicky: Do you know that I called Dad "Dad" today, and Marley usually calls him Michael, but I don't think he noticed. Do you want a snack or something?

Bridget: Victoria, now just stop it.

Vicky: Stop what?

Bridget: Stop lying. It's wrong.

Vicky: This lying is protecting my sister.

Bridget: Is it? Or are you just thinking about yourself?

Vicky: Nobody thinks I shot Jake. Do they?

Bridget: Ever since you were little, you've been trying to make things out the way you want them to be. You've been trying to force things, and it never works for you.

Vicky: Bridget, I can do this. I can walk into that courtroom, and I can be stronger and savvier than Marley has ever been.

Bridget: And what about Jamie? And what about your Mom and your Dad and all of us who love you?

Vicky: Do you think they want to know that Marley skipped town?

Bridget: Well, of course they don't want to know that.

Vicky: And what about Marley? What about her life? She is not gonna have one if I don't do this, Bridget. That Morgan Graves woman is going to put her in a jail cell if she finds out that she's gone.

Bridget: Victoria, why did Marley run away?

Vicky: That doesn't matter now. Bridget, I can do this. I can make everybody believe that I am Marley, but I need your help. Damn it, Bridget, can I count on you or not?

[Knock at door]

Sam: Come on in.

Olivia: Hi.

Sam: Hi.

Olivia: How is the cover coming?

Sam: It's fine. I tried calling you earlier at my place, but no one answered.

Olivia: Yeah, I know. I went back to the studio and did a bar that nearly killed me.

Sam: Why?

Olivia: Because I was so mad at myself for acting like such a jerk.

Sam: You aren't a jerk.

Olivia: Yes, I am. I told you to take this job, so you did, and I got mad. Then I wanted you to beg me to stay home at Christmas time, and you didn't because you were trying to give me the same opportunity I supposedly gave you. And I got mad at that, too. I'd say that's jerky behavior, Sam -- very, very jerky.

Sam: Ok, you convinced me. You're a jerk.


Olivia: Don't make me -- I'm trying to apologize here. Don't make me laugh.

Sam: I was just trying to be fair about New York.

Olivia: I know, I know.

Sam: But you know what?

Olivia: What?

Sam: If you do go away for Christmas, I will be lonely and miserable.

Olivia: Well, that makes me feel better.

Sam: Good.

Olivia: I want you to be happy. I'm -- I'm glad you took this job.

Sam: I am, too. So are you gonna go to New York?

Olivia: I think you're right. I think I -- I have to.

Sam: Yeah, I think you do, too. I'm sorry you'll be alone on Christmas.

Olivia: Oh, well, that's ok. I've done this before. You simply pretend it's just another day, and you get through it.

Sam: Holidays are not important, but people are.

Olivia: We're doing the right things, aren't we?

Sam: I think so.

Olivia: I mean, we don't have to be together at Christmas just to prove that we're really together.

Sam: Right. And besides, there is always New Year's eve.

Vicky: Are you gonna help me?

Bridget: I'll never believe it's right.

Vicky: Was it right that I was given away at birth? Was it right that Marley was practically raped by a scum like Jake?

Bridget: You know, ever since you were born, when they first put you in my arms, I saw that you had a little -- little red scratch on your face. I mean, you did it yourself with your own nail. Oh, I cut your nail. And for the rest of your life I've been trying to keep you from hurting yourself.

Vicky: I know.

Bridget: I love you, child, more than the earth itself, even more than truth.

Vicky: You're gonna help me.

[Whispering] Are you gonna help me?

Bridget: Aye. I'll do what you want.

Vicky: [Normal voice] Bridget, I knew I could count on you. I have always been able to count on you, and I'm telling you it's gonna work out. God, Bridget, it's gonna work out.

Ryan: Jamie, you're still here.

Jamie: Hello, Ryan.

Ryan: I wanted to ask you if you'd seen Vicky today?

Jamie: Yeah, I did this morning.

Ryan: How did she seem?

Jamie: Fine.

Ryan: Sure doesn't seem like her to have Marley go it alone.

Jamie: No, it sure doesn't.

Ryan: You worried?

Jamie: I really don't think I should be discussing this with you.

Ryan: Yeah, right. Well, thank you so much for your time.

Jamie's voice: Anytime things seem bad during the trial, I want you to look at this and think of me and know you're in my heart always.

Vicky's voice: I realized that I was running late, and I'm just really, really sorry, Jamie.

Jamie's voice: It's ok. You can wear it tomorrow.

Jamie: But it's not ok. You promised me you'd wear it always. You promised me.

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