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Another World Transcript Tuesday 12/5/06

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Taylor: John.

John: Taylor, hi.

Taylor: I didn't realize you were on duty today.

John: Well, actually I'm not. I'm here as an expectant father. Sharlene and I have our first Lamaze class today.

Taylor: Really? That's great. Where is she? Maybe she forgot.

John: No, no, she wouldn't forget this.

Taylor: How can you be sure? With all she's going under, the pressure, how can you be sure of anything?

Sharlene: Pillow. Keys, where'd I leave my keys? Keys.

All right.

Grant: Ah, good. Good, you haven't left yet.

Sharlene: Grant, I thought I told you --

Grant: I know, I know, that you didn't want to have this conversation. But that was on the phone.

Sharlene: Grant, please, please --

Grant: And it's so much easier to dismiss somebody when you're actually not face-to-face.

Sharlene: I'm in a rush, Grant, I - Grant.

Grant: The reason that -- that you went back to John.

Sharlene: Please, haven't we been all through this?

Grant: Is it because you're carrying his child?

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 now?

[Gallery murmuring]

Vicky: Marley is here.

Bridget: Oh, dear. Look what's happened. What do we do now?

Vicky: I don't know.

Cass: So which one are you?

John: Taylor.

Taylor: What?

John: It sounds like you're doubting Sharlene.

Taylor: No, you misunderstand me.

John: She is five minutes late and you're telling me I shouldn't be sure of her.

Taylor: No, it's just -- I'm upset that she has decided not to continue with therapy.

John: Why? You were going to give up her case.

Taylor: I was going to refer her to someone else and when she didn't like that .

John: Well, evidently she felt good enough to go on without it. I mean, isn't that a good sign?

Taylor: Maybe a year from now, several months, but not right now.

John: What's wrong with right now?

Taylor: Has she discussed her decision with you?

John: Well, we really haven't had time, what with Josie leaving, Marley's trial. Why should I plant a seed of doubt in her mind? She's made a decision. She is comfortable with it. I think -- she seems perfectly happy to me.

Taylor: Her tardiness, her forgetfulness, her general unreliability -- these were problems for Sharly.

John: Oh, now wait a minute.

Taylor: Look, I'm not suggesting that Sharly is reemerging, it's just --

John: I sure hope not.

Taylor: None of us know what she has gone through in the last several months. That is my point. Someone should and I think her stopping therapy is a terrible mistake.

John: You've made that quite apparent.

Taylor: Look -- the baby's coming -- hormonal changes, the pressures and responsibility of motherhood. I just don't think this is the proper time. She's having trouble now.

John: No, she is not having trouble now, don't you see? Look, Sharlene is happy and I'd be the first person to suggest that she get back into therapy.

Taylor: Fine.

John: I know that Sharlene has had some severe difficulties in the past. But believe me, she's very sure of herself. I'm not going to undermine that by suggesting that she go back into analysis.

Taylor: Obviously you're very sure of the way you feel.

John: I'm very sure about Sharlene.

Taylor: It's just --

John: What?

Taylor: Well, if the Lamaze classes are so important for both you and Sharlene, why is she late again?

Sharlene: You just don't give up, do you?

Grant: No.

Sharlene: It never ceases to amaze me that no matter how many times I ask you to go away, you're still right there.

Grant: I never think about anyone but you, you know. I dream about you. My life revolves around you, even -- even now that you....

What did I do? What did I do to you? I mean, was I too persistent? Did I -- did I love you too much? What -- what -- what did I do?

Sharlene: No, nothing, Grant, nothing.

Grant: Look, I know there were -- there were certain tactics of mine that you didn't approve of.

Sharlene: Listen to me.

Grant: But I was desperate. I mean, I was desperate. I didn't know what to do.

Sharlene: Just please, listen to me for one minute. I didn't turn away from you. I came back to John because I realized that John and I were good together. That we are good together. And I realized that I loved him and need him.

Grant: Because of the baby?

Sharlene: No, because of me. I came back to the person that I want to share my life with. Now, why do you have such a hard time accepting that?

Grant: Because it's not possible, that's why.

Sharlene: Why is it not possible? What are you talking about?

Grant: Don't you remember? How can you come back and live a life here with him, after what we had together? If you leave me, Sharlene, if I never touch you again, there will never be anybody else.

Sharlene: Oh, I hope that's not true. I hope you can find someone else because I have left you.

Grant: No.

Sharlene: Grant, I did love you once. You were there when I was going through a very difficult time in my life. A sick, unhappy time, in spite of all the laughter. Did you -- the laughter was just a pretense. It just hid the mess that I was inside. But now I finally seem to be clear about who I am. And I know that I love John, only John. And what I want for myself and what I want for my baby is a life with him.

Grant: Sure, sure, that's what you want for the moment.

Sharlene: No, that's what I want forever. John and this baby are my life, Grant. And that is never going..

Just pull the door when you leave.

[Door closes]

Judge Woods: Order.

[Gavel banging]

Cass: Tell me, damn it, are you Marley?

Marley: Yes.

Cass: Then what is that all about?

Marley: Cass, Vicky has been covering for me since the trial began.

Cass: Covering for you?

Marley: Yes, I'm sorry. What are we going to do?

Cass: I don't believe this.

Marley: I'm sorry, Cass.

Donna: What on earth is going on?

Michael: I wish I knew, Donna.

Donna: I thought Bridget was with Marley.

Michael: So did I.

Donna: Well, how could she suddenly be with Victoria? And why is Victoria wearing Marley's clothes? I -- uh --

Jamie: Marley and I thought you had run out.

Vicky: I don't run out. Why didn't you tell me that you were bringing her back?

Jamie: I couldn't; I convinced her at the last minute.

Vicky: Jamie, now you have loused things up for everyone.

[Gavel banging]

Judge Woods: This is not a three-ring circus, this is a court of law.

Morgan: She walked in the door, was sitting at the defense table earlier. Those are the clothes that Marley had on before she fainted.

Judge Woods: Yes, I remember.

Morgan: Well, I for one would like an explanation.

Judge Woods: We all would. I assume there is one. I am asking you a direct question, Mrs. McKinnon. I demand to know what's going on.

Cass: Your honor, this was all part of my strategy and I have to say it's worked out perfectly.

Judge Woods: What are you saying, counselor?

Cass: I am saying, your honor, that I set this whole thing up.

[Gallery murmuring]

[Gavel banging]

Judge Woods: The next time I bring down this gavel, the bailiff will clear the room. You will either come to order or leave.

Now, Mr. Winthrop, explain your last statement.

Cass: Gladly, your honor.

Judge Woods: And please go slowly so the rest of us poor mortals will be able to understand.

Cass: As I said, this was all part of my strategy. I asked the defendant's sister, Victoria Hudson -- that is she, your honor.

Judge Woods: I never would have guessed.

Cass: I asked Vicky to help me to prove a point.

Judge Woods: Would you care to share with the court the point of this point?

Cass: Yes, sir. It's no secret that reasonable doubt is a part of our defense. And it being obvious that this points home to the jury.

Morgan: With these cheap theatrics.

Cass: Your honor, may I continue without interruption please?

Morgan: Heaven forbid you should be prevented from driving your strategy home.

Judge Woods: Let him finish, Ms. Graves.

Morgan: Yes, your honor.

Judge Woods: Go on, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: Thank you, your honor. It's really quite simple. At the break, I had Vicky change into Marley's clothes, arrange her hair the way her sister was wearing it, and enter the court.

Judge Woods: What could be simpler?

Cass: Of course, Marley and Victoria were dead set against it.

Morgan: Of course.

Judge Woods: Ms. Graves!

Cass: They were both extremely reluctant to go along with this, but I insisted.

Morgan: Where was your law school? On the back of a matchbook cover?


Judge Woods: I'm recessing this court for today. Everybody is dismissed, except for us now.

Bailiff: All rise.

Vicky: I have got to see Marley.

Jamie: Your house?

Vicky: Yes -- if we stay here, my Mom and everybody else is going to give us the third degree.

Jamie: It's Cass you should be worried about. Right now, I'd say you might lose your lawyer.

Marley: I'm so sorry.

Cass: Hey, don't worry about it. Everything is going to work out.

Marley: Cass, did you see the way the Judge was looking at you?

Cass: Yeah, I think he's got a crush on me actually. Look, it's going to be fine, I'm going to be fine. We'll talk later, ok?

Marley: I'm sorry.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: Hey, talk about all hell breaking loose, huh?

Frankie: As long as you're not the one who gets burned.

Cass: Are you kidding --

Frankie: I tried, too.

Bailiff: The Judge said now, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: So he did, Ralph, so he did. And one doesn't keep Judge Woods waiting, does one?

Frankie: I'm going with you.

Cass: Oh, Woods will love that.

Frankie: I don't care, I'm going in with you.

Jamie: Marley, how do you feel?

Marley: I have to see Vicky.

Jamie: She wants you to meet her at her house as soon as possible.

Marley: Good, we need to talk.

Jamie: You go, I'll run interference here.

Marley: Thank you, Jamie.

Jamie: Ok, go.

Reporter: There she is.

Second reporter: There she is.

Marley: Leave me alone.

Michael: Get the camera -- get that out of my daughter's face, Jack.

Donna: I'll give you a statement!

Reporter: Who are you?

Donna: I'm Donna Hudson, I am Marley and Victoria's mother. And what went on inside that courtroom today is just another example of what happens when innocent people are dragged into court.

Michael: That's one hell of a crazy stunt you pulled. Now, I know why Cass wouldn't tell me you were going to do that, but why didn't you tell me? He was just covering in there. You talked --

Judge Woods: Start talking, Mr. Winthrop.

Morgan: Must we have Mrs. Winthrop in the room?

Cass: What are you afraid of, Morgan?

Morgan: I was under the impression that this was a closed discussion --

Judge Woods: Would you two please stop?

Frankie: Your honor, the only reason I'm here is --

Judge Woods: Is because I'm allowing you to be here. And you will kindly keep silent for the rest of this meeting. Now sit down.

All right, Mr. Winthrop, explain that little scene in my courtroom.

Cass: It was as I said, your honor. I had to use dramatic tactics, because I wanted to drive home a point.

Judge Woods: You set the whole thing up?

Cass: Yes, sir.

Judge Woods: You had the defendant's twin sister change clothes with her proceedings?

Cass: That's right. I wanted to prove that in this case, looks are deceiving... that some of the so-called facts aren't quite as solid as the District Attorney would lead us to believe.

Judge Woods: So that fainting spell, that was just a ploy?

Cass: Just a ploy, your honor.

Judge Woods: And you sit there, calm and cool? I warned you, counselor.

Cass: I know you did, your honor, but I made my point. This whole case is built on flimsy, circumstantial evidence.

Judge Woods: I'm doing the talking right now.

Cass: An eyewitness who can't tell one twin from another, your honor?

Judge Woods: I warned you not to engage in courtroom manipulations. That's not your job.

Cass: What I did was in my client's best interest. Now, that's my job.

Judge Woods: You are going to be sorry you ever walked into my courtroom. You are going to be sorry you ever became a lawyer.

Sharlene: John, hi.

John: Oh, hi.

Sharlene: I'm sorry, I know I'm late.

John: Hey, it's ok.

Sharlene: No, I'm sorry. I just -- I was afraid we'd miss the class.

John: No, look it, we got five minutes.

Sharlene: Yeah, but we were supposed to have dinner beforehand, I'm sorry.

John: All right, now we will have dinner afterwards, unless you're starving.

Sharlene: Ok.

John: What kept you?

Taylor: Oh, so you got here after all.

Sharlene: Yeah, I made it.

Taylor: How did it go at the trial, Sharlene?

Sharlene: The trial was -- the trial was very difficult.

Taylor: I'm sorry.

Sharlene: Yeah, but it felt good to be able to offer some support to John's family for a change.

Taylor: I'm sure it did.

John: Good, the instructor's here. Well, you'll have to excuse us.

Taylor: Have fun.

Sharlene: See you later.

Taylor: Bye.

Sharlene: Bye.

John: You got your pillow?

Sharlene: Yes, I got the pillow.

John: All right.

Sharlene: Stopwatch?

John: I got the stopwatch.

Sharlene: Good.

John: We're set.

[Door opens]

Vicky: Marley, you -- crazy fool.

Marley: I'm sorry, I was just covering for you.

Well, Jamie told me what you have been doing since I left. Talk about "crazy fool."

Vicky: Well, I wasn't going to let the police go after you and --

Marley: Did you really think you could pull it off?

Vicky: Well, hey, I -- I did -- for a while, anyway. I do a pretty good imitation of you.

Marley: I -- I know. I see -- too good.

Vicky: I just guess there wasn't enough of me to go around for both of us.

Marley: Well, you know, if I thought somebody could be in two places at one time, it would most definitely be you.

Vicky: I tried.

Marley: I love you for trying.

Vicky: I'm so glad you're back. I know it's the right thing, Marley, I really do.

Marley: Ok, so what do we do now?

Vicky: Well, I think we're ok for the moment. Thank Cass for that.

Marley: Vicky, his story isn't going to hold up.

Vicky: All right, what I'm going to do is talk to Ryan and see what he thinks. To the courtroom.

I know. Oh, he has been so great through all this and I've been treating him like -- anyway, you stay here. We have a lot to talk about when I get back.

Marley: Vicky, you can't -- you can't go there.

Vicky: And don't open the door to any damn reporters.

Just don't open the door to anyone. He's hurt you too many times, Marley. He's not going to get away with it again.

Marley: My keys.

Vicky: What happened -- you ok? Did you tell him you can't marry him?

Marley: I tried, but he wouldn't listen.

Vicky: What do you mean, he wouldn't listen? He doesn't have a choice.

Marley: First he didn't believe me and he got angry.

Vicky: What did he do to you?

Marley: He said that he knew I loved him and he was going to make me prove it. [Crying]

Vicky: Did he rape you?

Marley: God, he tr -- he tried.

We -- we just struggled.

Vicky: Baby, he's not going to hurt you again. I'm going to take care of him.

Marley: No, Vicky, you can't -- you can't go there.

Vicky: What he did to you.

Marley: Vicky, no, you can't.

Vicky: You bet I'm going.

Marley: You can't see him.

Vicky: He's hurt you too many times, Marley. He's not going to get away with it again. I'll be back.

Marley: Vicky, don't.

Vicky: He's not going to do this to us anymore.

Marley: Vicky, don't.

Vicky: Not anymore.

Marley: Vicky, no! No, Vicky!

[Doorbell rings]

Michael: Marley, it's me. Honey, open up. Oh, you -- I want to know what the hell is going on. I want the truth and I want it right now.

Judge Woods: Is this all quite clear to you, Mr. Winthrop?

Cass: Oh, yes, your honor.

Judge Woods: Your flamboyant behavior both in and out of the courtroom has been well documented.

Frankie: And exaggerated.

Cass: And I'd do it again in a minute to help my client, your honor.

Judge Woods: This flagrant abuse of the court's time and people's money cannot go ignored.

Cass: I sincerely apologize, your honor.

Judge Woods: Not good enough, counselor, not nearly good enough. I have sincere reservations about whether you should continue to practice law.

Frankie: Your honor --

Cass: Frankie.

Judge Woods: I must insist that you not speak unless spoken to, Mrs. Winthrop.

Frankie: Ms. Frame.

Cass: She understands, your honor.

Judge Woods: I hope she understands contempt?

What I'm saying is that in one minute I'm going to have you taken out of my chambers and straight to jail.

Frankie: You can't!

Cass: Yes, he can. Please, let me handle this. Sit down, Frankie.

Frankie: Your honor, how long do you intend to keep me locked up.

Cass: Please, Frankie. Your honor, I request -- I respectfully submit that my client needs me.

Judge Woods: What your client needs is a lawyer, not a clown.

Cass: I suppose I deserved that.

Judge Woods: You deserved a lot more than that. I think that you are not going to continue being Mrs. McKinnon's attorney or anybody else's attorney in the foreseeable future.

Morgan: Thank you, your honor. Finally someone understands what I've been dealing with.

Cass: Where is it written that every case has to follow the same regular, predictable course, your honor?

Judge Woods: There are rules, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: There is justice, your honor. I would bend a rule any day if justice were done in the end.

Frankie: My -- my husband is a terrific lawyer, your honor.

Morgan: Which would explain why he pulls out all these cheap tricks, I suppose.

Frankie: He didn't pull anything, he made a point.

Morgan: Your honor, I really don't think that there is any way that the jury can render a fair verdict now. Your honor, I stand corrected, but I see no reason why we can't proceed now.

Judge Woods: I will review the record of the trial and give your motion every consideration, Ms. Graves. Come in here. If I do have to waste the taxpayers' money by ordering a mistrial, today is going to seem like a slap on the wrist compared to what will come after, Winthrop, I assure you.

Bailiff: Yes, sir?

Judge Woods: This is Mr. Cass Winthrop, member of the bar, officer of the court. You will please escort him to jail.

Michael: Ok, well, why don't you tell me exactly what happened?

Marley: It's very difficult to talk about.

Michael: Look, I have known that something wasn't kosher since the very first day.

Marley: You have?

Michael: Of course. Since that day when Victoria didn't show up in court because she said Steven was sick.

Marley: Steven was sick.

Michael: I don't believe this. You've lied to me. I don't think you've ever not told me the truth before and you just lied to me. Are you covering for your sister?

Marley: No, she was covering for me. So was Cass.

Michael: What?

Marley: I ran away.

Michael: When?

Marley: The night before the trial started, Vicky was going to try to stop people from finding out. I left the country. I went to Marquesa.

Michael: Honey, why didn't you tell me?

Marley: I couldn't tell you. I couldn't tell anyone. Cass wanted me to take the stand and I didn't think I could do it. I thought I would break and I thought I would say something wrong.

Michael: But how could you say something wrong if you didn't do anything wro -- wait a minute here. You didn't shoot Jake, I know that. I mean, I know in my heart that you couldn't shoot Jake. So what could you possibly have to worry about -- about saying, about breaking? What is it you're not saying? What is it you don't want anyone else to know? Answer me, Marley, what is it?

Marley: Vicky. I didn't want to tell anybody about Vicky.

Lamaze teacher: Cleansing breath.

Now, it is absolutely essential that you practice at home.

John: We get sent to the principal's office if we don't?

Sharlene: Stop it, John. Actually, really, how -- how hard do we need to work at it? 15 minutes a day, half hour?

Lamaze teacher: Whatever you have the time for. 15 minutes would be great.

Sharlene: But the more the better?

John: It's about three hours minimum for you.

Sharlene: Stop it.

Lamaze teacher: Whatever. That would be even better. That concludes our session for tonight. Good night.

Sharlene: Thank you very much again.

John: Thanks for a great class, Eleanor.

Sharlene: Yeah. [Clapping]

Eleanor: You're going to be a good group, I can tell.

Sharlene: You know what? The way I see it, I get to have all the pain, and I get to do all the deep breathing.

John: Yeah, and then what I do is give you comforting thoughts, ice chips, and lollipops.

Sharlene: We probably do have a bit of an advantage.

John: Well, I know I do. I've got you.

Sharlene: Jeez --

John: [Grunts]

Sharlene: I love you so much, I do.

John: I love you, too. You know, it sure is going to be weird to hold you and be able to feel you again. I mean -- well, you know what I mean.

Sharlene: I know, weird, thank you.

John: Weird. So, you hungry?

Sharlene: Yeah, yeah, I am hungry.

John: All right, what do you want to do? Do you want to go out and get something to eat or --

Sharlene: John.

John: Would you like to go home, make sandwiches --

Sharlene: John, John, um --

John: We could order in.

Sharlene: I think I should tell you something. The reason I was late before was that I had a visitor out at the farm.. Grant was there.

Bridget: Why don't you just go home and wait for Mr. Michael?

Donna: I am not going anywhere until you two let me in on this.

Jamie: You heard Cass.

Bridget: Me?

Donna: Yes, you, Bridget -- and Jamie. Now, I want you to tell me what it is. I insist.

Bridget: Well --

Grant: Excuse me, Donna.

Donna: We're having a conversation please.

Grant: I am trying to find my brother Ryan.

Donna: I have no idea where he is.

Grant: But he was here, wasn't he? I thought that he was supposed to testify.

Donna: Oh, he testified all right. He hurt poor Marley so much that she fainted.

Jamie: Is that the time? I'm due back at the clinic.

Bridget: Oh, would you give me a lift?

Jamie: Sure, are you all set?

Donna: No, wait.

Bridget: Oh, yes, I am.

Donna: No, no, no, wait, you two.

Jamie: Great, let's go.

Donna: You haven't told me what you know about all the strange things that have been going on here.

Jamie: Donna, I think that you are better off getting that from Vicky or Marley.

Donna: Bridget.

Bridget: He's right, you should listen to the girls.

Jamie: Yes, let's go. Always a pleasure seeing you, Donna. Grant.

Bridget: Yes.

Donna: Well, wait, just --

Grant: Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute, wait a minute. I would like to talk to you.

Donna: Oh!

Bridget: Jamie, would you wait a minute?

Jamie: What's wrong?

Bridget: I'm having a little trouble breathing.

Jamie: Are you sure that's all it is?

Bridget: Well, my heart is near beating 60. I never could fib. And Ms. Donna could tell. I could see it in her eyes.

Jamie: You didn't fib. As a matter of fact, you didn't say much of anything.

Bridget: Well, that's what the problem is, you know? What you don't say. What's Mr. Michael going to do when he finds out what's happened?

Jamie: He'll understand, Bridget. Anyone who loves Marley and Vicky will understand.

Bridget: Oh, dear, my knees.

Jamie: Look, come on over here and sit down, ok? We'll talk.

Bridget: You know, the fear went out of me -- out from under me when we were talking to Miss Donna? It's the guilt, you know? I always get watery knees every time I'm feeling guilty.

Jamie: You have nothing to feel guilty about.

Bridget: But I -- I don't want to fool Miss Donna. She's been so good to me, you know?

Jamie: And you have been paying Donna back by helping her daughters.

Bridget: Well, I hope so. You see, I'm afraid that all this pretending is only going

Jamie: It's done now. There's no going back, Bridget.

Bridget: Aye, there's no going back for Jake either, is there?

Jamie: Bridget, I really --

Bridget: Oh, I know -- I know everyone hates Jake, poor devil. You know, I've been thinking lately about those days in Lassiter when Jake was just a wee laddie. Of course, I was much younger then myself, you know? Oh, he -- I always got so mad at him. He would think up the most awful schemes. And he and Victoria, they were always at something. And I'd get so mad, and he'd just look at me with that smile of his. That smile. And I'd just melt.

Jamie: Bridget, I really --

Bridget: I'm sorry, Jamie. I never should have brought up Jake.

Jamie: Will you please stop with the guilt?

Bridget: You really do love Marley, don't you?

Jamie: I've never loved anyone the way I love her.

Bridget: Well, I'm sure Victoria -- I think she really understands that now.

Jamie: Vicky has really put herself on the line here. If the D.A. ever finds out what --

Bridget: Well, that woman is a holy terror, isn't she?

Jamie: I wonder if he'll throw the book at Cass.

Bridget: Well, that Judge has got a terrible temper. Cass better mind his Ps and Qs when he is with him.

Jamie: Yeah, I give a lot of credit to Cass. He came through when the chips were down. For a second there, I -- I thought it was over.

Bridget: Well, now

Oh, I'll be fine. I'll go home and I'll go in the kitchen and I'll put the kettle on. And I'll make myself a cup. I'll be fine.

Jamie: Tea does seem to do the trick for you. Come on.

Bridget: You know, maybe you should -- maybe you should make it a prescription for your -- for your patients, eh?

Jamie: [Laughs] I'll give it some consideration.

Bridget: Well, it's all in the brewing, you know?

Jamie: I don't doubt it. Come here, give me your hand. We'll walk easy.

Bridget: Do you know I've always tried to teach Victoria to make a nice cup of tea? But she has no patience, none at all, you know? And she likes those terrible little baggies, you know, those terrible little wee ones. Oh, my, if only Victoria could learn to just brew.

Grant: Marley fainted?

Donna: Yes, thanks to your brother.

Grant: Ryan would never deliberately hurt Marley.

Donna: All your life you've been miserable for my family.

Grant: Let me tell you something, Donna. I've had a rotten day and I don't need to hear any of your ridiculous criticisms.

Donna: Oh, oh, you have had a bad day? Well, that just breaks my heart.

Grant: My brother would never hurt or want to hurt Marley and neither would I.

Donna: Since when?

Grant: Since I found out that she was the one who helped locate the doctor that saved my life. If it were not for her, I probably wouldn't be here today.

Donna: Oh, what a loss that would be. You know, Marley is a very kind and a decent person. She always has been. That's something that your stooge, Morgan Graves doesn't seem to realize.

Grant: Morgan Graves is nobody's stooge.

Donna: Marley isn't capable of hurting Jake. I'm not above hurting people though. Especially if they go after my family.

Grant: I think I hear a threat coming on.

Donna: Uh-huh. My husband and I almost cost you that election. If anything happens to Marley, I'll do a lot worse than that personally.

Cass: All right, that's it, officer.

Bailiff: Ok, let's get you downstairs.

Frankie: I'm going with you.

Bailiff: Sorry, ma'am.

Frankie: He is allowed visitors. Don't try to tell me differently.

Bailiff: A couple of procedures have to be made before.

Cass: They'll let you come down later, Frankie.

Frankie: This is crazy, Cass. You were only defending your client.

Ryan: Jimmy, let 'em have a couple of minutes, ok?

Cass: [Whispering] Come here. Listen.

Frankie: You're going to be ok?

Cass: I'm an old hand at this stuff, and besides, it's not as bad as you think.

Frankie: Would you stop trying to con me? I know what it's going to be like for you.

Cass: Three square meals a day and a roof over my head? Jimmy Cagney never had it so good. Top of the world, ma.

Frankie: Oh, you're proud of you.

Cass: For what?

Frankie: For whatever it is you did in that courtroom.

Cass: Well, I wish the Judge felt the same as you do about it.

Frankie: I'm not sure I understand everything that happened, and I'm too upset to figure it out now, but in my heart I know you did the right thing.

Cass: We'll see, won't we?

Frankie: I'm going to miss you so much tonight.

Cass: I know, I know. We'll make it up to you when they spring me from this joint.

Frankie: How long do you think you're going to have to stay here?

Cass: I haven't got the slightest idea. Your guess is as good as mine. In fact, I'm going to have to call Stacey because I have a feeling I'm going to need a lawyer.

Frankie: I love you.

Ryan: Sorry, Cass, Jimmy's got to take you downstairs now.

Cass: Lead on, Officer Jimmy. I love you, too. Don't worry, baby.

Hey, let me take a guess -- Vicky, right?

Vicky: Cass, I am so sorry.

Cass: I'll see you.

Vicky: Frankie, this was just a really bad --

Frankie: Not now. I can't do this right now. I'll talk to you later.

Vicky: Do you hate me, too?

John: What did he want?

Sharlene: Well, he thought he'd figured out why I came back to you instead of him. He thought it was because of the baby. But I set him straight. I told him I came back to you because I love you. No other reason.

John: And what was his reaction?

Sharlene: He didn't want to believe it was true at first, of course. But I -- I said a lot and I guess he had no choice.

John: Do you think that he finally understands?

What's that look?

Sharlene: I thought you'd be angry. This is sort of a pattern out of the past -- Grant showing up at the back door, John.

John: There's one thing that's different. What Grant does just doesn't matter anymore. He's out of our lives. I knew that the minute that you walked into the house on Christmas day. Grant is history. You came back to me.

Ryan: That was some performance. Obviously.

Vicky: You looked like you were hesitating.

Ryan: Oh, yeah, I was.

Vicky: And I -- and I thought you were getting ready to give me away. Were you?

Ryan: I didn't know what I was going to do.

Vicky: It's honest.

Ryan: I don't seem to know anything lately. I only know that I am in love with you.

Vicky: Thank you.

Ryan: But I am losing my objectivity. And that's a dangerous thing for a cop.

Vicky: How do you get that objectivity back?

Ryan: Well, you keep on talking about how we should separate, we should keep apart from each other.

Vicky: Yeah, I know. I know I say that.

Ryan: Well, how could I do that? I mean, it kills me just to think about it.

Vicky: I don't like thinking about not being with you either.

Ryan: But I think

Vicky: Yeah, you're probably right.

Ryan: So, that's how it's going to be from here on out.

Vicky: Yeah, that is probably better because I don't want to hurt you anymore and that seems to be the only thing I am good at lately.

Ryan: You don't mean to do it.

Vicky: I can't believe Cass is in jail.

Ryan: What happened? Didn't you know that Marley was coming back?

Vicky: No, but Cass really took it on the chin to get us both off the hook.

Ryan: I don't know how long that will last.

Vicky: I know, I don't know how much longer his story is going to hold up at all.

Ryan: Me either.

Vicky: If that stupid Judge keeps him in jail, I -- he can do that, can't he?

Ryan: Oh, for contempt? Sure could.

Vicky: Everything has gone all wrong.

Ryan: Well, one consolation. You got to

Michael: So why don't you tell me about Victoria?

Marley: I haven't told anybody this because I'm not even sure if it's true.

Michael: What? What aren't you sure is true?

Marley: The night Jake was shot I came back here.

Michael: Well, I know that.

Marley: No, I mean I came back here right after I saw Jake and Vicky was here. She came home from the opera early.

Michael: Did you tell her what happened?

Marley: I was -- I was completely panicked. I was crying. [Sighs] I -- I cried. She knew that I had been to see him and I told her that Jake tried to rape me.

Michael: How did she react?

Marley: She was crazy. She -- she got my coat and she and she walked out the door.

Michael: Wait a minute, are you saying Victoria went to Jake's apartment that night?

Marley: Yes, she did and she came back and she had blood on her coat -- Jake's blood.

Michael: How did that get there? What did she say?

Marley: She said that when she got there, he was already shot.

Michael: That's true. That's true, that's true.

Marley: How did the blood get on her coat?

Michael: I don't know. What are you saying?

Marley: She was so angry.

Michael: Wait a minute, are you -- are you saying that you think Victoria shot Jake?

Marley: Yes, I think she did.

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