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Another World Transcript Monday 12/4/06
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Man on recording: The farmer hears the uproar. [Speaking Latin]
Jenna: [Speaking Latin]
Man: The farmer comes to the city. [Speaking Latin]
Jenna: [Speaking Latin]
Man: The farmer sees the old man. [Speaking Latin]
Jenna: [Speaking Latin]
Jenna: [Speaking Latin]
Felicia: Good morning.
Jenna: I was just practicing my Latin.
Felicia: Yes, I know. I heard you.
Jenna: Sorry if I woke you.
Felicia: No, no. It's all right. What time is it?
Jenna: It's 11 O'clock.
Felicia: 11? Are you serious?
Felicia: Oh, my God. I never get up this early.
Jenna: Early? We get up at six every day at school. Anyway, I made some coffee.
Jenna: I made it the way my Mom used to make it.
Felicia: Oh, that's nice. Thank you, honey. I am sorry I didn't get up early enough on your first day.
Jenna: That's ok.
Felicia: Jenna, why -- why are you packing your things? I told you you could have the dresser in the other room.
Jenna: Look, this isn't working out.
Felicia: What isn't?
Jenna: I can't stay here anymore.
Marley: Well, here we are.
Jamie: You're doing the right thing, Marley.
Marley: I hope so.
Jamie: Now we just have to figure out how we can pull this one off.
Marley: You just go upstairs and find Vicky, bring her down here, and I'll trade places with her.
Jamie: I just hope we're not too late.
Marley: Me too.
Morgan: Detective Harrison.
Detective Harrison, let me repeat my question. Is the woman who walked in the door of Victoria Hudson's home on the night of the shooting present in this courtroom?
Judge: Answer the question, officer.
Cass: Marley, what the hell are you doing? Marley, take your seat, please. Come on.
Dean: All right. Ok, this -- this is great. This is great. This is great. Ok, listen. Some day when I am rich and famous, I will be able to tip you more than a buck -- five. There you go. All right? You can hold me to that. Now listen, I want those delivered as soon as possible, ok? And if I hear that -- that those flowers got frozen, or -- or that they died, or anything like that before they arrive -- hey, are you listening to me or what? Thank you, and -- and -- and don't forget, bill them to Cass Winthrop -- that's W-i-n-throp. Thank you. Josie, come on in.
Josie: Why are you giving that poor delivery guy such a hard time?
Dean: Oh, he's delivering something special for me. I -- I don't want him screwing it up, you know?
Josie: Oh, she must be very important.
Dean: She who?
Josie: Well, that was no ordinary flower arrangement. Anyone I know?
Dean: Look, if you're looking for Frankie or -- or Cass, they're down at the courthouse.
Josie: I'm not looking for Frankie or Cass. I came to see you.
Josie: I'm leaving for L.A. today.
Dean: Oh, already?
Josie: I have a costume fitting in the morning.
Dean: A costume fitting -- whoa. What do you get to wear in the movie? Something, uh -- [Whistles] Skimpy, I hope.
Josie: [Laughs] Dean!
Dean: What? You got it honey, flaunt it. That's what I'm gearing up to do.
Josie: What does that mean?
Dean: Well, I -- I am just tired of waiting around for something to happen, you know? I -- I'm gonna take matters into my own hands.
Josie: And how are you going to do that?
Dean: Well I, uh -- I think I got a backer.
Josie: You're kidding?
Dean: No. Mm-mm.
Josie: Someone local?
Dean: Ah, yes. As a matter of fact, he is.
Josie: Well, tell me what poor sucker you got to put up money.
Dean: Well, now, I don't think that he would appreciate you talking about him like that.
Josie: Why not?
Dean: Because it's Matt Cory.
[Knock on door]
Rachel: Oh, hello, darling.
Matt: Hi, Mom.
Rachel: Everything all right?
Rachel: Good. Well, it must be nice to be on semester break.
Matt: Yeah, great.
Rachel: You bored?
Matt: Bored? No.
Rachel: Well, then, there must be something you want to tell me.
Rachel: Ah, must be something big, 'cause you're sort of fidgety and not looking me straight in the eye.
Matt: I'm not sure you're going to like what I have to say.
Rachel: Try me.
Matt: Ok. For a long time now, I've been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.
Rachel: Yes, you have.
Matt: Yes. And frankly, college isn't giving me any answers.
Rachel: You're quitting college.
Rachel: Ok, go on.
Matt: I'm not sure I want to work at Cory Publishing when I graduate.
Rachel: Honey, that's your call.
Matt: Mm, so far so good.
Rachel: Yeah, you can just cut to the chase now.
Matt: I'm coming into some of my trust money right?
Rachel: Ah, I see. Yes, you are, and I assume that you have some idea of how you want to spend that money.
Matt: I want to invest it.
Rachel: Well, great, why didn't you say so? It's already invested. But of course we can talk to your portfolio manager and have you have a meeting with the bankers and the stock people, and they'll tell you what they're doing with it.
Matt: Mom, Mom. I don't want to invest the money in stocks.
Rachel: Fine, ok. Well, there's bonds -- bonds is probably what they're going to want you to do, and money market accounts aren't doing --
Matt: No, no, Mom. I want to sink all of it into the music business. I think it could be a very sound investment.
Josie: This is -- this is crazy.
Dean: Why, what? Matt heard my music, he likes my music, and he agreed to back me.
Josie: And what exactly does backing mean in your world, Dean?
Dean: He's going to bankroll me, honey. You know what I mean? Until I'm in the black and -- do you have a problem with this? Is this bothering you?
Josie: No, no, no, I don't have a problem with it. I -- I just have to sit down. [Sighs]
Rachel: Well, I guess this is where I sit down.
Matt: It's not as crazy as it sounds.
Rachel: Did I say it sounded crazy?
Matt: Dean is really talented, and even you would like his music.
Dean: Even me.
Matt: Dean is not a stranger.
Matt: Dean Frank.
Rachel: Oh, boy --
Matt: Don't worry. I know exactly how to handle him.
Dean: I can handle Matt Cory, ok?
Josie: Uh-oh, wait a minute. And what exactly does that mean?
Dean: What -- I -- I'm not gonna do anything to screw this up, ok? I -- I know how lucky I am to have somebody believing in me and to be, you know, going ahead to take care of the small little business parts of business.
Josie: Paying the bills.
Dean: Well, that too, yeah.
Josie: Wait, this -- this isn't like Matthew at all.
Matt: I know this isn't like me at all. I'd like your permission.
Rachel: You don't need my permission. Mac set up that trust fund so you could do whatever you like with it.
Matt: I'd like to know you weren't losing sleep over it, though.
Rachel: Well now, that's another issue. Would you just please be careful about this?
Matt: Dean can be trusted.
Rachel: Possibly. I'm not so sure the music industry can be trusted. And remember, if you go through this money, there won't be any more.
Dean: Matt knows how to handle money, right? Because he's always had money. He's always had it, and plus he's taken a couple extra economic courses at school. We're gonna be fine, we're gonna be great.
Josie: Matthew in the music business? Never in a million years!
Dean: Would you relax, please? Just relax. See, what I'm gonna do is, I'm gonna take him out of some rugby shirts and throw him into a leather -- no one is even going to know he's a blue blood.
Josie: If he -- he starts dressing like you, I have to have photos, overnight express, ok? Ok?
Dean: Ha ha ha. Sure.
Matt: Thanks, Mom.
Rachel: For what?
Matthew: I was -- I was nervous when I came in here.
Rachel: Just -- just do me a favor, ok? Promise me that you'll come to me if you feel like you're in over your head.
Matt: I promise.
Rachel: [Sighs] Well, when's your first gig?
Matt: My what?
Rachel: Does Dean have a band? I mean, have you lined up any dates?
Matt: Umm -- well, there's no gigs yet -- or band.
Rachel: Just Dean?
Matt: And me.
Rachel: And your money.
Matt: Too bad I can't carry a tune, huh?
Dean: You're going to be missing out on the birth of a rock star. You know that, don't you? You sure you want to go to L.A., do that movie?
Josie: I'm sure.
Dean: All right. Well, by this time next year, you'll be taking a lunch with Madonna and Warren, and I'll be bigger than the Stones.
Dean: Here's to "nobodyness," a definite thing of the past in this family tree.
Felicia: Jenna, have I done something to upset you?
Jenna: No. We're just very different.
Felicia: Well, yeah, I know that, honey.
Jenna: I mean, you stay out real late. You get up real late. You're always going out and partying and socializing.
Felicia: And that obviously bothers you, doesn't it?
Jenna: No. It's just that that's your life. It's not mine. I'm used to spending a lot more time alone -- quiet time alone.
Felicia: And I've probably been pushing you a little, haven't I?
Jenna: No, actually, you've been very generous. It's just that -- oh, forget it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Felicia: Honey, you don't have to apologize to me. I just thought, now that Gloria is gone, that you would want to spend some time with me.
Jenna: Well, I hope you don't mind, but I went through your fan mail for you.
Felicia: You didn't have to do that.
Jenna: This pile is photo requests. And this one is comments on your last book. And this one -- well, these letters are really nice, and I'd write back if I were you.
Felicia: I'll do that.
Jenna: I'm sorry if I was grumpy. Latin seems to do that sometimes.
Felicia: It's ok. Forget it, ok?
Luke: Good morning.
Felicia: Good morning.
Luke: Ah, come here. You haven't had your coffee yet this morning, have you?
Luke: Hi, Jenna, how are you?
Felicia: Listen, how did you know I didn't have my coffee?
Luke: Lucky guess.
Felicia: Ok, listen. Rachel is coming for lunch. You did clear your calendar, didn't you?
Luke: Yeah, I'm all yours, I'm all yours.
Felicia: Jenna. We hope that you will join us for lunch today. Rachel Cory is coming. You remember her?
Jenna: Yeah. I'm not sure.
Felicia: Oh, come on, honey. You're going to love Rachel. And I took the liberty of picking out just a few things from the boutique downstairs. Let me show you. Here we go.
Jenna: For me?
Felicia: Well? You like? What do you think?
Jenna: Ah, you didn't have to do this.
Felicia: I know, I -- I just --
Luke: Look, Felicia loves to shop. You just have to get used to that.
Felicia: I just wanted to do something for you, honey. That's all.
Jenna: Well, isn't it a little dressy for lunch?
Felicia: No, no. I don't think so. No, especially the purple one. I think it'll be so pretty on you.
Jenna: Well, what's wrong with what I'm wearing?
Felicia: Nothing, honey. Nothing at all.
Jenna: My mother bought me this blouse.
Jenna: I know you may not think my mother took care of me, but she did. She did love me.
Luke: Maybe there's a handbook we could buy.
Felicia: Oh, Luke.
Luke: I know.
Felicia: We're doing everything wrong -- everything.
Judge: Order! Mrs. McKinnon, please take your seat.
Cass: Marley, sit down.
Morgan: Your honor, this is ridiculous!
Judge: Mrs. McKinnon!
Vicky: I -- oh!
Judge: [Bangs gavel] I will clear this courtroom if this continues!
Morgan: This is an outrage!
Cass: She collapsed, Morgan! What do you want us to do?
John: Marley, can you hear me?
Cass: Your honor, I request a 15 minute recess, please.
Judge: Mr. Winthrop, is your client conscious?
Cass: She needs to be examined, your honor. If you can give us five minutes in chambers, I can assess her condition and inform the court as to whether or not she can continue today.
Morgan: This is insanity, your honor!
Judge: Fifteen minutes. And I want answers, counsel. As a matter of fact, I want to speak to both of you right here. Now! Bailiff, clear this courtroom. Have Mrs. McKinnon brought into my chambers.
Bailiff: All rise.
Morgan: If you think you're gonna get away with this, Winthrop, you are sorely mistaken.
Frankie: Put a sock in it, Morgan.
Cass: You tell her, Frankie.
Donna: I have to go to her.
Sharlene: All right, fine, I'll wait for you outside.
Donna: Bridget, are you coming?
Bridget: I wouldn't miss this for the world.
Frankie: Cass, what is going on?
Cass: I'm not sure, but I have a hunch. And if I'm right we're in for a bumpy ride.
Frankie: Fasten your --
Cass: Your seat belts.
Judge: Winthrop, now!
Marley: I could walk in and pretend to be Vicky.
Jamie: No way, they've already started the trial.
Marley: Jamie, she can't be both of us. If she's in there, in that courtroom, she's pretending to be me. Now, I can walk in pretending to be her, and she will trade stories with me. And then by tomorrow, I'll be back to being me and she will be -- that's a bad idea.
Jamie: All right, look. We'll do what we said. I'll walk in, I'll talk to Vicky, and we'll work it from there.
Marley: I never should have left.
Jamie: Well, you're back now. And we're going to make this work, Marley.
Marley: Jamie, you have put so much on the line for me.
Jamie: I love you. And Vicky matters to me, too.
Marley: Well, I just hope you don't regret it.
Jamie: Bringing you back? Never.
Michael: Honey, come on. Just take it easy, all right? I want you to lay down here, ok?
Michael: Are you -- are you ok?
Vicky: Yeah, I'm better.
Donna: Darling, look at me. You look so pale!
John: Donna, I think I should take a look at her alone.
Donna: I'm staying.
John: Mike --
Michael: All right, it's ok. Honey, let's go.
Donna: Michael Hudson, you just let go of my arm! I am not going anywhere!
Vicky: Donna, you're too upset, please. Let -- let Bridget stay.
Ryan: Mrs. Hudson, the Judge is going to want a full report on Marley's condition, and if the whole family is here while she's being examined, I don't think it's going to go over too well.
Donna: Oh, all right, all right. I will be just outside in the hall. I want you to tell that Judge that she cannot go on today.
Michael: We'll be outside.
Ryan: Please, take care of her.
John: How are you feeling?
Vicky: I'm just tired, that's all.
John: I could probably get the Judge to order a recess until tomorrow.
Vicky: Really, you could -- you could do that? That would be wonderful.
John: You need to get into the hospital and get checked out. I could run some tests.
Vicky: I -- I need to what?
John: Marley, you just lost consciousness in there.
Vicky: No, I just got a little dizzy. I -- I'm really ok now.
John: Well, perhaps. But you really should get into the hospital and get checked out. It's the only way we're ever going to get to the bottom --
Vicky: John, I'm not going to the hospital!
Judge: We'll start with you, Mr. Winthrop.
Cass: Your honor, the D.A.'s office and the press have placed my client under a great deal of stress, and unfortunately, it finally manifested itself in a physical way.
Morgan: At a particularly convenient moment, I might add.
Cass: Oh, come on, Morgan! You saw her, she fainted.
Morgan: Just as she was about to be identified.
Judge: That's enough! I want a full report on your client's condition in 10 minutes.
Cass: And what if that's not possible, your honor? The doctor may need to run some tests to determine whether she's --
Morgan: You are unbelievable! You're using her uncle to try to get her out of this trial.
Cass: Morgan, he's a --
Judge: All right! That's it! I want the two of you to listen very carefully to what I have to say. First, if I see any more evidence of this bickering between the two of you in my presence, I'll reprimand you both. And second, if I find out that you, Mr. Winthrop, had anything at all to do with the circus my courtroom turned into today, I'll have you taken off this case so fast your hair will uncurl. Clear?
Cass: Very, your honor.
Morgan: Thank you, your honor.
Judge: Don't thank me, Miss Graves. Eight minutes.
Michael: All right, look. Cass is alone, I got to go talk to him. Sharlene, would you stay with Donna for a minute?
Sharlene: Of course.
Donna: I need to be with my daughter!
Michael: Honey, five minutes -- just give me five minutes.
Sharlene: Donna, I'm sure she's ok. Marley's fine, she's just exhausted.
Donna: No, something's very wrong. I can feel it.
Man: Do you really think that Winthrop set that whole scene up?
Morgan: I'll bet my job on it. He's up to something. We just have to make sure that he's found out before he scores any points.
Man: What do you mean?
Morgan: I'm gonna get that sorry excuse for a lawyer thrown off this case.
Man: Yeah, but how can you prove that Winthrop told Marley to keel over?
Morgan: Because a certain police officer took a ridiculous amount of time to answer a question that we rehearsed a dozen times before this trial.
Man: You really think that Harrison's involved with this, too?
Morgan: I'm not sure. But I'm going to find out.
Josie: It's -- um -- it's getting late. I gotta go.
Dean: Ok, listen to me. Do not lie out in the sun, ok? It gives you freckles. And -- and -- don't breathe the air, you know, unless you have to.
Josie: [Laughs] Thanks for your advice, I guess.
Dean: You're welcome. Listen, I gotta ask you --
Josie: Oh, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Josie: Don't -- don't let Matthew pierce his ear or anything like that, ok?
Dean: No, I won't. I gotta ask you something, though. I got -- tell me about Felicia Gallant, would you?
Josie: What -- what about her?
Dean: I don't know. What is -- what is she like?
Josie: She's great.
Dean: You're friends with her?
Josie: Well, I was on her talk show once.
Dean: Oh, bingo! See that's what I want to know. Now, that show of hers, that's the only show that's taped right in town, right?
Josie: Yep, right. Why?
Dean: And when you are on her show, did you think it helped? Did it help your career?
Josie: Well, I don't know. I mean, I was pretty hot then, but those were the good old days.
Dean: Mm, yeah.
Josie: You want to be on her show, don't you?
Dean: Ah, well -- yeah. I -- I gave it some thought. I thought about it.
Josie: Well, why don't you have Cass talk to Felicia?
Josie: Yeah, they're best friends.
Dean: Oh, I -- I'm not exactly at that stage in our relationship that I could be asking Cass for a favor right now, you know?
Josie: Well, he's your best shot.
Josie: Oh, unless --
Dean: Unless what? What, who?
Josie: Well, Felicia's pretty crazy about Matthew.
Dean: I thought you said that she had split with his old man.
Josie: Well, she did.
Dean: So -- but she and him -- they're still friends?
Josie: Yes, they're still friends. Come on, Dean, get with the picture here.
Dean: Well, no -- see, that's what I need family for, to straighten me out. Thank you. Look, I want you to knock 'em dead in Hollywood, ok? Knock 'em dead.
Josie: Ok, and you knock him dead here, all right?
Dean: All right. I'm gonna miss you. I am.
Josie: Oh, come on, we just met.
Dean: I know. But I -- I'm still going to miss you. You're all right. You're all right. Now, I think that you, me, and Frankie -- I think we are different than the other Frames, don't you?
Josie: Different good?
Dean: Yeah, it's -- yeah, sure. We just got to get out there and prove it to the rest of them.
Luke: This happens about twice a week. Would you bring this back to whoever sent it, please? Thank him for the flowers. Thank you.
Jenna: I'm sorry.
Felicia: Hey, it's ok. You all right?
Jenna: Yeah, I think so.
Felicia: I think it's just that you don't know me yet.
Jenna: No, I guess not.
Felicia: If you did, you would know that I would never suggest that your mother had not provided for you.
Jenna: You wouldn't?
Felicia: No, I wouldn't. If I could just make you understand something -- your mother was very special to me. She was my agent, that's true. But she was also my friend. A good friend. And you, you came as a total surprise to me.
Jenna: I know.
Felicia: I loved your mother. And that's why I would like very much to be close to you, especially now. I mean, there's a million questions I want to ask about you and about Gloria. I don't understand why she kept me out of her private life until after she was gone. Can you understand that?
Jenna: Well, thanks for the dresses, Felicia. They really are pretty.
Felicia: How about next time you pick the things that you like, ok?
Jenna: I like these.
Felicia: I'm really not trying to -- to force you to dress a certain way or act a certain way. I'm really not.
Jenna: And I don't want to seem ungrateful.
Felicia: You -- you don't.
Jenna: It's just that there are certain things about the convent that I miss.
Felicia: Of course. That's been your home for so long.
Jenna: Yeah, but there are certain things about this place that I really like, too.
Felicia: That's good, don't you think?
Jenna: When you came to get me to ask me to stay with you --
Jenna: I really thought that it was going to be like it is in your books, you know?
Felicia: Mm. And it's not.
Jenna: And when you told me that my mother died, I guess I finally woke up.
Felicia: What do you mean, honey?
Jenna: I realized that life isn't easy. And it's not perfect, ever. And sometimes we lose the people that we love.
Bridget: John, I'm very sorry. It's just that Marley hasn't been sleeping, you know.
Vicky: That -- that's no excuse. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you.
John: It's all right. You don't owe me an apology.
Vicky: Thank you for understanding.
John: I'll talk to Cass and see if he could push for a recess until tomorrow.
Vicky: Well, I'm sure if I get some rest I'll be fine.
John: Maybe, but you need to get into the hospital and get checked out.
Vicky: Yes, I -- I'm sure you're right.
John: Your pulse seems to be fine. Listen, I want you to give me a call tomorrow, ok? I'll set something up for you.
Vicky: I -- I'll try to do that. Thank you.
John: I'll go and talk to Cass.
Bridget: Oh, yes, John, thank you very much. It's very kind of you.
Ryan: How's Marley?
John: She's exhausted. I hope the Judge will agree to a recess until tomorrow.
Ryan: Oh, I think he will. He'll want the jury to forget what they just saw.
John: What are you doing out here?
Ryan: I'm just worried about her.
John: She needs rest, Ryan. Let her have it.
Vicky: I wish I smoked. I need a cigarette.
Bridget: What you need is to have your head examined. What do you think you were doing out there?
Vicky: I was saving my sister's behind. What else do I do?
Bridget: You cannot do this any longer!
Vicky: Bridget, I don't have a choice!
Bridget: Now, listen to me. You saw Ryan on that stand. He couldn't answer all those terrible questions that that woman was asking him, because he is too honest, and he won't lie under oath, and he loves you too much to turn you in.
Vicky: I covered for him, didn't I?
Bridget: Why -- by pretending to faint in there?
Bridget: Well, what are you going to do next time? Are you gonna break your leg?
Vicky: What I need to do right now is to find Ryan and figure out a strategy. And once I find him, then I can get our stories straight.
Bridget: You've got to stop this charade.
Vicky: Bridget, if I do that, we'll be able to pull all of this off.
Bridget: You cannot do that to him. It's not fair to him, Victoria.
Vicky: What about what is fair to Marley?
Bridget: Well, she was the one that ran away. She's the one that has to face all these consequences, not you.
Vicky: Is that what you want me to do? You want me to bring this all out in the open and watch them crucify my sister?
Morgan: Detective Harrison.
Ryan: Oh, what do you want now, Morgan?
Morgan: You are lucky that I haven't brought you up on charges.
Bridget: [Whispering] Who else do you hear?
Morgan: I'm going to give you 10 seconds to explain your behavior before I do whatever I need to to have your badge.
Ryan: I don't understand what you're talking about.
Morgan: Oh, yeah? Maybe I should make myself a little bit more clear. When I warned you about the --
Bridget: [Whispering] Well --
Ryan: I'm sorry?
Morgan: You obviously know a hell of a lot more about this case than you're telling anyone.
Ryan: No, why do you say that Morgan?
Morgan: Because you know as well as I that you were about to refuse to answer my question in there.
Ryan: I wasn't going to refuse anything, Morgan.
Morgan: Don't stand there and split hairs with me. You're covering for both of those girls, and I want to know why.
Ryan: I will be happy to assist the D.A.'s office in any way that I can.
Morgan: I wouldn't underestimate me, Harrison.
Ryan: Oh, I assure you, I don't.
Morgan: You see, I don't care who your big brother is. You mess up this case for me and I will nail you.
Bridget: You've got to stop this, Victoria.
Vicky: They're leaving.
Bridget: What are you going to do?
Vicky: I'm going to handle it, like I always do.
Morgan: Like you always do what, Marley?
Vicky: Excuse me.
Morgan: You're looking pretty healthy there. Invigorated, even. Do you always bounce back from fainting feeling so feisty?
Vicky: I'm feeling much better now, thank you.
Morgan: I'd say you look fit enough to continue with the proceedings.
Vicky: Yes, I agree with you. I was actually just on my way to tell Cass that I'm ready to --
Morgan: Oh, no, no, allow me. It's the least I can do.
Vicky: Did you hear that cow?
Bridget: I can't believe you agreed to go back in that courtroom.
Vicky: Bridget, I didn't have a choice. If she kept questioning Ryan, then he was going to break, and then what choice would we have?
Bridget: She knows something is wrong.
Vicky: But she doesn't know anything for sure. She can't make accusations without facts. Now, Bridget, if I can pull this off, and if Ryan keeps his trap shut, then we can do this. Are you with me?
Bridget: But, darling, don't you understand? It's all over with.
Vicky: Well, will it help you if someday I say that we will look back on this and laugh?
Bridget: I'll never laugh about something like this.
Vicky: Bridget, I need your help right now and -- now, are you with me or not?
Bridget: You're so pale, dear.
Vicky: Good, that will make me more convincing.
Bridget: No, look. You always say that you are so strong, but look at you. I mean, you're just -- you're falling apart at the seams.
Vicky: Then please put me back together and tell me that you are with me still. Bridget? Please!
Bridget: All right. All right, let's go and freshen you up a bit, eh?
Vicky: I love you, too. Thank you. Oh, God.
Donna: Marley, darling, it's mother. What is going on?
Sharlene: How is Marley?
John: That's a very good question.
Sharlene: You think she's going to be able to go on with the trial today?
John: I don't think she should, but I know the D.A. is going to go for it.
Sharlene: Did you see the way Ryan was looking at Marley?
John: Sure did.
Sharlene: So why didn't he just answer the D.A.'s question?
John: I don't know. Seemed pretty obvious he didn't want to be the one who identified her. There's an awful lot going on here that we know nothing about. I just hope that Marley knows what she's doing.
Sharlene: Maybe we should stay, John.
John: No, we can't. Did you see Josie's room before we left? There's enough luggage in there, I swear she could fill her own cargo plane.
Sharlene: I know that. Josie never knew how to pack. [Laughs] You know when she was six, she ran away to the neighbor's, and she made three trips back home for more clothes?
John: [Laughs] I guess she wanted to be found out.
Sharlene: Yeah. And she asked me to help her carry things. What are you smiling at?
John: I was just thinking about you and Josie when she was a little girl.
Sharlene: You know, we've never talked about this.
John: About what?
Sharlene: What do you want, a boy or a girl?
John: Oh, come on, no fair, I'm not going to answer that question.
Sharlene: No, that's a very fair question. Do you -- do you want a little boy who looks just like you?
John: Just like me? Sharlene, I think the only problem there is that I might have trouble explaining my newborn son's beard to the family.
Sharlene: Or do you want a little girl you can spoil rotten? Now come on.
John: I will let you know when he or she gets here.
John: What? Come on, now, I'm not going to get into this with you. It doesn't matter. I want a baby. I don't care if it's a boy or -- or a girl.
Sharlene: Oh, no.
John: "Oh, no" what?
Sharlene: You have a preference. You have a preference, and you are afraid to tell me because you are going to be very disappointed when this is not --
John: Sharlene, is this some kind of hormonal thing, is that what it is?
Sharlene: Ok, all right, come on, let's go get Josie off to Hollywood.
John: Are you mad at me?
Sharlene: No, I am not mad at you, absolutely not. Just don't expect me to tell you -- well, about my dream last night.
John: What dream?
Sharlene: I had a dream about you and me and the baby. I know what it is.
John: Oh, you do? What is it?
Sharlene: I'm not going to tell you.
John: Sharlene, come on!
Sharlene: No. Boy or girl? What do you want?
John: You know, if this baby is half as stubborn as you are I'm never going to get a moment's peace.
Sharlene: Not a moment's.
Sharlene: What is it? You want a boy or a girl?
John: Come on!
Jamie: Hello, Michael.
Michael: Where have you been?
Jamie: I had to fly to Europe with a patient who is critical. How is this going?
Michael: Well, actually, uh -- we're on a recess right now. But that'll be over soon. Look, there's something you should know.
Michael: Ryan was on the stand about to give testimony a little while ago, and Marley stood up and passed out.
Michael: Yeah. It's all right, she's ok. I mean, John took a look at her and said it's just exhaustion, but it threw this place in an uproar.
Jamie: Yeah, I'll bet.
Michael: So, Morgan thinks that actually Cass orchestrated the whole thing.
Jamie: Did Ryan say anything damaging?
Michael: No. Actually, Morgan is trying to get him to give testimony about Marley, and he wouldn't say anything, and I don't know what that was all about. And then Marley fainted.
Jamie: Michael, where is Marley now?
Michael: Actually, she's with Bridget. And she's just resting, taking it easy. Cass is going to try to get them to postpone it.
Bailiff: All rise.
Michael: Look, Donna went to get Marley, so they should be back. I don't know what's keeping them.
Judge: Will counsel approach the bench? Mr. Winthrop, the progress report.
Cass: Your honor, Dr. Hudson's recommendation is that we adjourn until tomorrow, or even later. He feels that although there is no immediate danger to my client's health, she is close to complete collapse and requires bed rest.
Morgan: Your honor, if I may?
Judge: Make this brief, counselor.
Morgan: I will. I've just spoken to the defendant. She says that she is perfectly willing to continue the proceedings immediately.
Cass: Motion for contempt, your honor! The prosecutor has no right to speak to my client without her counsel present.
Judge: Where were you, counselor?
Cass: Where was -- your honor, I was with my client's doctor at the time.
Morgan: Her uncle.
Cass: What difference does that make, Morgan?
Judge: I've had enough of this for one morning. Bailiff, this trial is reconvening in 15 minutes. I want the jury brought back in at that point. Until then, I suggest the two of you straighten out who is defending whom in this trial.
Cass: But your honor, she had no right to seek out my client without --
Morgan: Oh, we both use the same ladies' room, counselor, unless you'd like to represent her in there, which is right up your alley.
Cass: It's just --
Judge: Mr. Winthrop, find your client. Tell her that I will question her here about her ability to remain here today. If she is unable to remain, she may leave. But this trial goes on, with her or without her! Am I understood?
Cass: Yes, your honor.
Judge: Miss Graves.
Morgan: Yes, your honor.
Judge: I will not tolerate theatrics in this courtroom.
Bailiff: All rise.
Cass: Ok, sweetheart, you wanna play hardball, you got yourself a game.
Donna: Michael! Jamie!
Jamie: Donna, where is Marley?
Michael: Yeah, the Judge is gonna wanna see her.
Donna: She's not there.
Michael: What do you mean, not there?
Donna: Well, the room was empty. Bridget's gone, too.
Michael: Where did they go?
Donna: Michael, I think Marley's left.
Michael: Left? What do you mean, left?
Donna: I think she's run away.
Rachel: [Laughing] Ok -- watch it! When Matthew found out I was coming here, he insisted on coming, too. I hope it's all right.
Felicia: Oh, please, I wish I had thought of it first. Come here, you.
Matt: You know me and free food!
Felicia: Yes, I do.
Luke: Good to see you.
Felicia: Luke, you want to make some drinks for everybody?
Luke: Oh sure, sure.
Felicia: Do you need some help?
Luke: I'd love some help.
Felicia: That's a terrific kid.
Rachel: I know he is.
Felicia: Well, I'm certainly glad to see you.
Rachel: So, I'm glad to be here. Where is your houseguest?
Jenna: Ah -- inside changing, I think.
Rachel: How is it going?
Felicia: I'm not really sure.
Rachel: Well, you know, she's suffered a terrible trauma, the worst that can happen to a child.
Felicia: I know, I know. I just want so much to help her. I mean, how do you talk to a teenager without saying the wrong thing?
Rachel: Well, that's not possible.
Felicia: I knew you were going to say that.
Rachel: Well, once you accept that, you just say whatever you like and you cross your fingers. But if she's a typical teen, she doesn't know what she wants.
Felicia: I know. Oh -- Jenna. Here you are. You remember Rachel Cory?
Jenna: Nice to see you again.
Rachel: Nice to see you, honey. How are you enjoying your stay in Bay City?
Jenna: It's different.
Matt: Oh, boy.
Felicia: Look who else is here?
Matt: Oh, hi, Jenna right?
Matt: These are for you.
Jenna: No, they're not.
Matt: You're right. I tried.
Rachel: Ha, Matthew! Where did you get those?
Luke: They came earlier. With the audio tape right in the middle.
Luke: You know, every off-key singer in town has tried this thing with Felicia to try and get a spot on her show. You think they'd learn, finally.
Felicia: You'd think. Well, here you go.
Jenna: Thank you.
Rachel: Thank you, Lucas.
Delivery Boy: Hey, delivery was refused.
Dean: Say what?
Delivery boy: Here's a copy of the statement.
Dean: Oh, wait -- whoa, whoa, hold the phone. I told you to deliver this tape with the flowers, remember?
Delivery boy: Right, and the tape was refused.
Dean: I -- wait. She kept the flowers, you're telling me?
Delivery boy: Yeah, they were signed for.
Dean: Oh, this is great. This is great.
Delivery boy: Hey, listen, it was nice doing business with you, Mr. Rich and Famous.
Dean: Thank you. This is great. Cass is going to kill me. He's gonna love it.
Josie: I can barely get my arms around you.
Sharlene: Oh, hush, don't rub it in.
Josie: I'm just kidding. I think you look beautiful.
Sharlene: That's me, big and beautiful. [Laughs] Have you got that?
John: Josie, what did you do, pack all the China in this?
Josie: Excuse me, I have a lot of things, John.
John: Oh, brother. Listen, I don't know if I'm going to be able to have time to get to the airport with Josie and then come back and pick you up before we go to the Lamaze class.
Josie: I wish you guys would just let me call a cab.
Sharlene: No, no, you may not call a cab. John, I'll meet you at the hospital.
John: You sure you can fit behind the wheel?
Sharlene: You wanna go to California with Josie?
John: I'll see you at the hospital. Take your time, Josie. We've got about an hour to kill.
Sharlene: You better call me when you get in.
Josie: And you call me the second you go into labor.
Sharlene: All right, I'll do that. But, Josie, you are not to run back here.
Josie: I am going to do whatever I want. You know why I'm going to?
Josie: Because I love you.
Sharlene: And I love you. Thank you. Now listen, you. I want to thank you for everything. Really.
Josie: I'm so glad you're home. One more hug.
Sharlene: Ooh, you couldn't get your arms around me.
Josie: I can manage.
Sharlene: All right, you, out!
Josie: I'm off.
Sharlene: And you -- Josie, you eat well!
Josie: I will.
Sharlene: None of this skin and bones.
Sharlene: Hello? Grant?
Marley: What's going on?
Jamie: I think Vicky just ducked out on us.
Marley: What? What are you talking about?
Jamie: Ryan was on the stand, Vicky fainted. They called a recess and no one knows where she is.
Marley: Wait, she -- is she all right?
Jamie: I don't think she really passed out.
Marley: So no one figured out that she was pretending to be me?
Jamie: Doesn't seem like it. But I have a feeling that Ryan knows, and that's why she pretended to faint.
Marley: To stop him from testifying.
Jamie: Yeah. The Judge wants to continue the trial now, so she panicked and she just fled. I'm trying to figure out what to do.
Marley: I know. I know exactly what to do.
Felicia: Rachel, you know, I haven't shown you the den since I redid it.
Rachel: Oh, that's right, you haven't -- I'd love to see it.
Felicia: Oh, good -- come on, let's show it to her.
Luke: Would you two like to come?
Matt: We'll meet you back here, ok?
Luke: All right.
Matt: Did you want to go with them?
Jenna: Uh, no -- not really.
Matt: Are you ok?
Jenna: Yeah, why?
Matt: My Mom, uh -- I hope you don't mind, but on the way over here I asked my Mom what she knew about you.
Jenna: You did?
Matt: Yeah, and she told me that your mother had just died. I'm sorry.
Jenna: Thank you.
Matt: I think I know what you are going through.
Jenna: You do?
Matt: I lost my stepfather about a year and a half ago. He was like my father.
Jenna: I didn't even know my mother was sick.
Matt: You didn't know? Listen, you may not want to hear this right now, but it does get easier -- it really does. You'll always miss her, but you won't always hurt so much.
Matt: I mean, I think about him every day. And every day it gets easier to do that.
Matt: Anyway, so how long are you going to be in Bay City?
Jenna: About another week or so.
Matt: Really? Hmm. Maybe -- would you like to go see a movie?
Jenna: A movie?
Matt: Yeah, with me.
Jenna: Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.
Judge: I'd like to remind you that you are still under oath, Detective Harrison. Mr. Winthrop, have you had a chance to confer with your client?
Cass: No, your honor, I haven't.
Judge: Would it be presumptuous of me to inquire of her whereabouts at this particular time?
Judge: Mrs. McKinnon, are you all right?
Marley: Yes, your honor, I'm fine.
Judge: Let's proceed. Miss Graves, please continue your questioning.
Morgan: Detective Harrison, for what we hope will be the last time, is the woman you saw in Victoria Hudson's home on the night in question in this courtroom?
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